"There's gotta be someone out at a football stadium late at night!" Susan
screamed angrily. The urge to kill had gone deeper into her than she ever
could've possibly imagined. She didn't understand the urge; but it was
almost exactly like being addicted to drugs. All she could think about was
wrapping a rope around some helpless person's neck, preferably a male, and
watching excitedly as he fought while the life drained out of him. She
wanted to watch him slowly and painless suffocate as the rope dug into
their skin. Until their face turning purple and their veins popped out and
they began to have a seizure. She wanted more than anything to kill someone
in the same way that she had been killed.
"Be patient and you'll get your kill. I know it eats at you, I can feel it too. I can't stay here. I have to go somewhere else. Somewhere more satisfying. I want to be here when you bury the twitching corpse under the fifty-yard line, though. That should be thrilling," Dana said, slowly fading into nothing, before she disappeared altogether. Being a ghost sure was convenient at times.
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"This burns! What is it! Why do I hurt so much!" Billy complained, in the same spoiled manner he had as a living child.
"Oh hush child! You're starving for a good kill. That's simply it. Trust me boy. There are many ignorant people. Many careless people, in this world. You will be able to kill at least one; and very soon, I am sure of that," Margaret, the dire mother, said.
"Food Momma! Feed me more!" Harold, the great child, cried. She fed her son until he was quiet and somewhat content. Both boys were eager to kill. Both were eager to be the first to kill. Both were very spoiled. Harold was used to having everything handed to him. His mother had never made him feed himself and he always got his way. Then there was Billy. He always got his own way and had a terrible temper. Lucky for Margaret, two humans could be heard in the distance. It sounded like two males having a heated conversation about something. Margaret hushed both children and listened attentively in the direction the noise was coming from.
"Our president has done nothing but clean up after that good-for-nothing democrat since he's been in office!" One with short dark hair and long sideburns cried.
"Economy was the best when that 'good-for-nothing democrat' was in office! We weren't in war while he was in office! Everything was peaceful!" The one with the long blonde hair yelled back.
"This country wouldn't be here anymore if it weren't for-" He cut himself off when he saw the three standing in front of him. The other froze and stared ahead in terror. Margaret grinned innocently at both of them.
"Time to play," She said calmly to the two boys. With that, they smiled with delight and began advancing toward the two men.
The men turned around and ran in the direction from which they'd come. However, ghosts are much faster. being able to disappear and reappear and all, so the men had no chance. Billy did not shoot his bow and arrow, but rather. he stabbed the blonde guy in the leg with the front of the arrow. The guy cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Then the boy shot the arrow with the bow into the man's chest; but not into his heart. The iron like smell of blood reached the boy's nostrils and he inhaled scent as though it were the scent of cookies in the oven. Billy smiled wildly.
"Wanna play?" Billy asked in a sinister voice.
"No! No! Please God! No!" The blonde man cried in pain and fear.
"Oh well. Stand up!" He commanded the man to do.
"I can't!" He cried back.
"Stand NOW!" He shouted. The man attempted to stand and as he begun to fall, Billy lifted him roughly and faced him in the opposite direction. "Now don't move, or it will be far more painful than what it has to be." The man stood with his back to Billy, whimpering and praying to God with his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. His face was twisted in pain and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Ready! Aim! FIRE!" Billy shot an arrow through the back of the man's head. There was only one short high-pitched squeal as the man fell to the ground in one limp pile. Billy smiled with satisfaction and looked around. There were pieces of the other man lying all around where Harold had cut him up with his axe. The smell of blood was intoxicating. This had to be the most beautiful sight in the world.
"Wonderful." Margaret whispered. "Now come to me boys. It is time to go before someone else comes."
"I don't wanna!" Billy whined.
"Now! Do as I say! Do you want to get trapped by some crazy old man like Cyrus Kriticos again?" She asked harshly.
"No." Billy mumbled. They left to go meet the others in the junkyard of which had once been the home of Breaker Mahoney.
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"Did you satisfy the hunger?" Dana asked no one in particular.
"It's never satisfied!" Ryan cried.
"Did everyone get a kill?" Dana snarled, the words dripping with sarcasm.
"If I hadn't then I wouldn't be here!" Ryan snapped back. Dana vehemently hissed at him and he clawed at her in response.
"The boys did! They each got one, they did! It was wonderful! You should have seen it! There was blood and body parts scattered everywhere! After that, there was no need for me to kill!" Margaret exclaimed, indicating her son and Billy proudly.
"There's a boy buried under the football stadium!" Susan cried excitedly. "He turned this bluish color and his veins popped out and his eyes almost bulged right out of his head! It was the most fun I've had since I called little Bobby into the basement!"
"See the blood on the windshield of that car?" Breaker asked, pointing in the direction of which he was talking about. "That's fresh. From a girl. Prostitute I believe. I cut her in half in the door. The blood squirted onto it. Then I took both halves and put them in the trunk. Go look if you'd like; her muscles might still be spasming."
"Whore!" Ryan exclaimed, laughing insanely.
"Why are we all here? We can split up, go back to our homes. I'd rather not have a constant reminder that I was locked in a basement with a bunch of other tortured souls," Royce said bitterly.
"And what did you kill, Prince?" The Pilgrimess, Isabella, asked slyly.
"I didn't kill shit! I didn't try to and I didn't plan to!" Royce shouted.
"Man! What the heyl is yo problem?" The Hammer, George Barkley, questioned.
"Don't worry about it, okay? I'm going back to where I came from. Come if you'd like, but I'd rather you didn't," Royce said to all.
"Follow him, shall we?" Isabella asked the others as Royce disappeared.
"There's no need to spoil our fun! If he isn't going to kill then there's more for me!" Ryan exclaimed, laughing hysterically.
"I think I may as well. There's nothing for me here. I can't really kill. I mean I could, but it's a lot harder for me than it is for you," The Torso, Jimmy Gambdino, said to them all. He then disappeared to follow Royce to a town where baseball and drag racing had once been the only ways of life.
"Any others?" Breaker asked the remaining eight. All were silent, reflecting on their fruitful night.
"Be patient and you'll get your kill. I know it eats at you, I can feel it too. I can't stay here. I have to go somewhere else. Somewhere more satisfying. I want to be here when you bury the twitching corpse under the fifty-yard line, though. That should be thrilling," Dana said, slowly fading into nothing, before she disappeared altogether. Being a ghost sure was convenient at times.
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"This burns! What is it! Why do I hurt so much!" Billy complained, in the same spoiled manner he had as a living child.
"Oh hush child! You're starving for a good kill. That's simply it. Trust me boy. There are many ignorant people. Many careless people, in this world. You will be able to kill at least one; and very soon, I am sure of that," Margaret, the dire mother, said.
"Food Momma! Feed me more!" Harold, the great child, cried. She fed her son until he was quiet and somewhat content. Both boys were eager to kill. Both were eager to be the first to kill. Both were very spoiled. Harold was used to having everything handed to him. His mother had never made him feed himself and he always got his way. Then there was Billy. He always got his own way and had a terrible temper. Lucky for Margaret, two humans could be heard in the distance. It sounded like two males having a heated conversation about something. Margaret hushed both children and listened attentively in the direction the noise was coming from.
"Our president has done nothing but clean up after that good-for-nothing democrat since he's been in office!" One with short dark hair and long sideburns cried.
"Economy was the best when that 'good-for-nothing democrat' was in office! We weren't in war while he was in office! Everything was peaceful!" The one with the long blonde hair yelled back.
"This country wouldn't be here anymore if it weren't for-" He cut himself off when he saw the three standing in front of him. The other froze and stared ahead in terror. Margaret grinned innocently at both of them.
"Time to play," She said calmly to the two boys. With that, they smiled with delight and began advancing toward the two men.
The men turned around and ran in the direction from which they'd come. However, ghosts are much faster. being able to disappear and reappear and all, so the men had no chance. Billy did not shoot his bow and arrow, but rather. he stabbed the blonde guy in the leg with the front of the arrow. The guy cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Then the boy shot the arrow with the bow into the man's chest; but not into his heart. The iron like smell of blood reached the boy's nostrils and he inhaled scent as though it were the scent of cookies in the oven. Billy smiled wildly.
"Wanna play?" Billy asked in a sinister voice.
"No! No! Please God! No!" The blonde man cried in pain and fear.
"Oh well. Stand up!" He commanded the man to do.
"I can't!" He cried back.
"Stand NOW!" He shouted. The man attempted to stand and as he begun to fall, Billy lifted him roughly and faced him in the opposite direction. "Now don't move, or it will be far more painful than what it has to be." The man stood with his back to Billy, whimpering and praying to God with his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. His face was twisted in pain and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Ready! Aim! FIRE!" Billy shot an arrow through the back of the man's head. There was only one short high-pitched squeal as the man fell to the ground in one limp pile. Billy smiled with satisfaction and looked around. There were pieces of the other man lying all around where Harold had cut him up with his axe. The smell of blood was intoxicating. This had to be the most beautiful sight in the world.
"Wonderful." Margaret whispered. "Now come to me boys. It is time to go before someone else comes."
"I don't wanna!" Billy whined.
"Now! Do as I say! Do you want to get trapped by some crazy old man like Cyrus Kriticos again?" She asked harshly.
"No." Billy mumbled. They left to go meet the others in the junkyard of which had once been the home of Breaker Mahoney.
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"Did you satisfy the hunger?" Dana asked no one in particular.
"It's never satisfied!" Ryan cried.
"Did everyone get a kill?" Dana snarled, the words dripping with sarcasm.
"If I hadn't then I wouldn't be here!" Ryan snapped back. Dana vehemently hissed at him and he clawed at her in response.
"The boys did! They each got one, they did! It was wonderful! You should have seen it! There was blood and body parts scattered everywhere! After that, there was no need for me to kill!" Margaret exclaimed, indicating her son and Billy proudly.
"There's a boy buried under the football stadium!" Susan cried excitedly. "He turned this bluish color and his veins popped out and his eyes almost bulged right out of his head! It was the most fun I've had since I called little Bobby into the basement!"
"See the blood on the windshield of that car?" Breaker asked, pointing in the direction of which he was talking about. "That's fresh. From a girl. Prostitute I believe. I cut her in half in the door. The blood squirted onto it. Then I took both halves and put them in the trunk. Go look if you'd like; her muscles might still be spasming."
"Whore!" Ryan exclaimed, laughing insanely.
"Why are we all here? We can split up, go back to our homes. I'd rather not have a constant reminder that I was locked in a basement with a bunch of other tortured souls," Royce said bitterly.
"And what did you kill, Prince?" The Pilgrimess, Isabella, asked slyly.
"I didn't kill shit! I didn't try to and I didn't plan to!" Royce shouted.
"Man! What the heyl is yo problem?" The Hammer, George Barkley, questioned.
"Don't worry about it, okay? I'm going back to where I came from. Come if you'd like, but I'd rather you didn't," Royce said to all.
"Follow him, shall we?" Isabella asked the others as Royce disappeared.
"There's no need to spoil our fun! If he isn't going to kill then there's more for me!" Ryan exclaimed, laughing hysterically.
"I think I may as well. There's nothing for me here. I can't really kill. I mean I could, but it's a lot harder for me than it is for you," The Torso, Jimmy Gambdino, said to them all. He then disappeared to follow Royce to a town where baseball and drag racing had once been the only ways of life.
"Any others?" Breaker asked the remaining eight. All were silent, reflecting on their fruitful night.