1
The Sandman rushed across the parking garage, ran past a support
beam, and ducked between two cars. Standing fifty feet to the left of
him was Dr. Ron Kesell, his target for the night. Rich fucker, he
thought, crouching in the shadows. Bastard thinks he's so fucking superior
to everyone else, well, he was going to find out just how vulnerable he
really was tonight. Kesell got in to his car, a silver 2000 Mercedes-Benz
363 convertible and drove away. Yep, the rich prick sure was livin' life
well, driving a Benz and probably belching his meal of prime rib and a four
hundred bottle of Dom Perigon. Sandman quickly ran over to his Ford
Explorer and quickly drove after Kesell. Sandman checked the Explorer's
built in clock. 11:30 pm, good, plenty of time. He followed Kesell around
the streets of D.C. for a half hour, before Kesell finally stopped at a nice
looking apartment complex. Kesell got out of his Mercedes as Sandman
watched from across the street. Kesell quickly disappeared into the
building. Now he's with his mistress. What would Mrs. Kesell think?
Sandman waited for two hours before Kesell finally came back out, got in his
Mercedes, and left.
Let the games begin, Sandman thought, and pulled out into the street after his prey.
2
Dr. Ron Kesell lived in a very nice house in the Kalorama section of
Washington. The Sandman parked two houses away from Kesell's home.
The good doc parked in his driveway, and shut off his engine. Kesell got
out of his car, shut the door, locked it, and then moved towards the house's
front door, and let himself in. Sandman, bedecked in black "burgular" clothing,
and holding a sachel, quickly moved out of the Explorer and towards the house.
Sandman reached for the door knob and turned it, just to see if the smug bastard
had left it unlocked. No such luck. Sandman opened the satchel and pulled out a
lockpicking kit. Within minutes, he was inside the Kesell home. Sandman moved
through the living room and onto the stairs that led to the bedroom. Man, the
he sure kept a well furnished home for a cheating asshole. Not letting the
well decor of the place distract him, he crept up the stairs, and headed for
the bedroom.
He turned the knob and, Kesell wasn't in there! Where the hell is he?
Sandman moved out of the room, turned, and saw the fucking back staircase
that was opposite the living room stairs. Sandman quickly moved down the
other stairs, leading into the dining room. The light was on at the end of
the room. The kitchen! Probably getting a midnight snack, he thought as he
slowly walked to the open kitchen door. He peered inside. There was the
doc, facing away from him, and drinking from the milk carton. Sandman grabbed
a syringe out of the satchel, and moved into the kitchen. Kesell turned
around, just as Sandman crossed the threshold, and blurted out, "Who the hell are...".
But he didn't finish, because Sandman jammed the needle into Kesell's arm,
and depressed the plunger. Suddenly there was a look of fear in Ron Kesell's
eyes, and The Sandman only laughed quietly. Then Kesell's body went limp,
and he fell to the ground.
The Sandman had just put his first victim to sleep.
The Sandman rushed across the parking garage, ran past a support
beam, and ducked between two cars. Standing fifty feet to the left of
him was Dr. Ron Kesell, his target for the night. Rich fucker, he
thought, crouching in the shadows. Bastard thinks he's so fucking superior
to everyone else, well, he was going to find out just how vulnerable he
really was tonight. Kesell got in to his car, a silver 2000 Mercedes-Benz
363 convertible and drove away. Yep, the rich prick sure was livin' life
well, driving a Benz and probably belching his meal of prime rib and a four
hundred bottle of Dom Perigon. Sandman quickly ran over to his Ford
Explorer and quickly drove after Kesell. Sandman checked the Explorer's
built in clock. 11:30 pm, good, plenty of time. He followed Kesell around
the streets of D.C. for a half hour, before Kesell finally stopped at a nice
looking apartment complex. Kesell got out of his Mercedes as Sandman
watched from across the street. Kesell quickly disappeared into the
building. Now he's with his mistress. What would Mrs. Kesell think?
Sandman waited for two hours before Kesell finally came back out, got in his
Mercedes, and left.
Let the games begin, Sandman thought, and pulled out into the street after his prey.
2
Dr. Ron Kesell lived in a very nice house in the Kalorama section of
Washington. The Sandman parked two houses away from Kesell's home.
The good doc parked in his driveway, and shut off his engine. Kesell got
out of his car, shut the door, locked it, and then moved towards the house's
front door, and let himself in. Sandman, bedecked in black "burgular" clothing,
and holding a sachel, quickly moved out of the Explorer and towards the house.
Sandman reached for the door knob and turned it, just to see if the smug bastard
had left it unlocked. No such luck. Sandman opened the satchel and pulled out a
lockpicking kit. Within minutes, he was inside the Kesell home. Sandman moved
through the living room and onto the stairs that led to the bedroom. Man, the
he sure kept a well furnished home for a cheating asshole. Not letting the
well decor of the place distract him, he crept up the stairs, and headed for
the bedroom.
He turned the knob and, Kesell wasn't in there! Where the hell is he?
Sandman moved out of the room, turned, and saw the fucking back staircase
that was opposite the living room stairs. Sandman quickly moved down the
other stairs, leading into the dining room. The light was on at the end of
the room. The kitchen! Probably getting a midnight snack, he thought as he
slowly walked to the open kitchen door. He peered inside. There was the
doc, facing away from him, and drinking from the milk carton. Sandman grabbed
a syringe out of the satchel, and moved into the kitchen. Kesell turned
around, just as Sandman crossed the threshold, and blurted out, "Who the hell are...".
But he didn't finish, because Sandman jammed the needle into Kesell's arm,
and depressed the plunger. Suddenly there was a look of fear in Ron Kesell's
eyes, and The Sandman only laughed quietly. Then Kesell's body went limp,
and he fell to the ground.
The Sandman had just put his first victim to sleep.