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Royal Woods
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Halloween
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Chandler had arrived at the crime scene where his deputies were already at work. Subconsciously gripping his sidearm, he approached the house where the 9-1-1 call had originated from. Inside, he took notice of the trashed living room, and their suspect had decided to redecorate after killing its residents. In front of him were two body bags, he didn't need to know who was in them. He basically knew everyone in town.
"How did they die?" he asked one of the coroners.
"Blunt force trauma and multiple deep puncturing wounds for the other. They never stood a chance." Chandler acknowledged with a sigh and headed back out.
"Robbie, send out a PSA. We got a killer on the loose. I want a curfew set up and every patrol vehicle in the streets. He's here." he said.
Lemy had managed to evade all highway patrol units and breach the town's limit. He was now somewhere here, hiding, waiting. As long as Lyra remained at the station, she would be safe from him. He would have to warn Lyle and Lynn and post a deputy at each of their residences. This was going to be a long night he predicted.
"Sherrif, you got a call!" Chandler grabbed the radio from his car and responded, "Talk to me."
"Hey, uh, Sherrif. We got a body out in the old gas station outside of town. It's the night shift attendant...he was found, well uh, shoved inside the ice box. Bastard twisted his entire head all the way backwards, pretty fucked up." the deputy informed.
"Fuck." Chandler muttered.
Lyle drove to Lynn's. Night was slowly descending on the town, and Lemy was still on the loose. The town had been warned of the killings and warned to stay indoors, but the spirit of Halloween emboldened most to ignore the police warnings and carry on the night's festivities. Lyle looked at the many children already in costumes, traversing the streets with bags in hand and eager to gain their sugary loot of the night. He shook his head and wondered how many more would fall before Lemy was stopped.
"Lynn, I'm here. Is everything alright?" he cautiously entered her apartment but relaxed once he saw her.
"Lyle, how's Lyra? She good?" she asked.
"She's safe." Lyle said.
"And Gloom?" Lynn asked again.
"Also, safe." Lyle shifted uncomfortable from side to side. His nerves were so shot that he was barely keeping it together and not shake uncontrollably. The longer time passed with Lemy still on the loose the more emotionally unhinged he was apparently becoming.
Lynn pulled on a drawer and grabbed a metallic object which she offered to her nephew. "Take this." it was a handgun, brand new and fully loaded.
"No. I can't." Lyle refused, not out of fear but uncertainty that he should be carrying at all.
Annoyed, Lynn shoved the gun to his chest, "Fucking take it! And use it when you see him. Use every single last bullet on him." The glare in her eyes carried an unspoken truth that he silently recognized. Slowly griping his fingers on the gun, he took it away from her hand and held on to it, feeling its weight and shape.
He let out a deep sigh, "I hate him. I want him dead and gone. But I am n9t a murderer, not like him."
"You are nothing like him. You protect lives, and he takes them away." Lynn argued, a sound argument that he begrudgingly agrees with, "Now you got to protect her. She's all that matters."
Both aunt and nephew faced each other in silence, agreeing to the outcome that has to happen. He, they, need to put an end to this nightmare, end this unwanted curse that has haunted them all.
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Royal Woods Police Department
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Lyra was quite disheveled, and it was bot due to lack of sleep, but due to a primal fear that would not cease to torment her. Even though she was at the heart of the station with many armed deputies surrounding her, keeping her safe, that very fear was an intangible pain that kept on harming her very soul. What made it even worse for her was the fact that she was here all safe and sound, and the rest of her family was still out there left exposed and left open to his attacks.
Despite the safety she had been provided with, Lyra only felt like suffocating. It was eerily reminding her of all those years locked away in a padded cell with no windows and a steel door, left by herself with her thoughts and memories, painful memories. She had to get out, but while under so much surveillance, it was easier said than done.
She wasn't necessarily a prisoner. She could wander around as she pleased. The real task was to slip out of the building unnoticed. "I need to get out. I need to find Lyle." Lyra thought.
As if God himself had listened to her internal struggle, a sudden opportunity emerged from the front desk. An erratic and handcuffed man was being forcefully dragged into the station by a deputy. The man was either intoxicated or high on whatever popular drug and putting up an impressive fight. Other deputies rushed in aid as the man was proving to be too chaotic and resisting - kicking, screaming, and even bite at one point.
With the commotion taking center stage, Lyra quickly grabbed her jacket and headed out for one of the back doors. Along the way she passed a desk and saw an evidence bag laying there. The bag contained a weapon.
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Royal Woods Hotel Inn
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She did not like this, not one bit. These past two months were all tranquil and generous to her and Lyle. Sure, there were some bumps in the road, and Lyle was still apprehensive as usual about staying much longer than required, but with Lyra's therapy and reintroduction to society, it was crucial for them to stay. Then, her psycho brother broke out of the asylum and was leaving a blood trail with Royal Woods as his first and only stop. Now Lyle had ordered her to pack her stuff and leave, leave him behind and drive all the way back to Indianapolis. She refused.
A compromised was made and she instead booked a room at the local motel and a deputy was stationed outside as requested by Lyle and agreed upon by the sheriff. Now here she was, bored out of her freaking mind, absent-mindedly flipping through the channels on the television. Wearing just her pajamas and a a single black bra on her torso, Gloom casually grabbed her breasts and massaged them.
"Fuck. I'm so horny!" she moaned in displeasure. Once this was all over, she and Lyle would not leave their apartment until she was stuffed to the max with his sperm. The thought only made her more wet.
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Royal Woods Cemetery
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Sundown finally came to the town. The last rays of daylight were slowly fading away in the distance as the sun descended to the other side of the planet. The stars were appearing above the sky and the atmosphere was chilling at the old cemetery. The place during the day was a place of peace, mourning and remembrance, but at night it had become a popular get-together for the youth. Given that its Halloween this was a special occasion for the rowdier delinquents of the town as they indulged in their vices. Chandler Jr otherwise known as Chad to his friends was the leader of this motley crew of troublemakers and taking immense quantities of alcohol. His father had told him to stay home and off the streets as he conducted a manhunt for the resident psycho of this town. He chose to disobey said instructions.
The small group had driven deep into the cemetery and parked right next to a pair of specific tombstones. The final resting place of Lincoln and Luna Loud, two simple headstones side by side and at the moment being desecrated by the drunk kids. Chad's friend had just finished tagging up Luna's headstone, writing Incest Whore big and wide.
"The whole family are all fucking freaks." Chad chugged a full bottle beer, "Now we got a full fucking family reunion."
"Not gonna lie, for being an inbred that Lyra's got a fine ass. I'll fuck her." his friend chuckled.
Both friends chuckled. Chad's girl was smoking a cigarette while being very skittish, "Should we be out here? There's a psycho killer on the loose!"
"Calm down babe. That fucking nuthead aint doing shit against five of us." Chad said.
"Yeah, he's probably holed up in some shed jacking off to his sister. Fuck it, I would right now." Chad's friend laughed.
"Fucking gross man!" she cringed back.
As they kept on talking to the other two members, a guy and a girl were flirting near the car, and things were starting to spice up between them. Tensions got hot, and the two lovers decided to ditch the others for a more secular and intimate spot. "Let's go fuck elsewhere." both took off as Chad and the others whistled at them knowingly.
Reaching the other side of the cemetery the two lust-consumed lovers reached a mausoleum belonging to the founder of the town. Both kissed and roamed their hands on each other's bodies. The girl was starting to unbuckle her pants when her boyfriend suddnely pulled away. "Gotta take a piss! Be right back." he took off aprund the corner, leaving her girlfriend annoyed, "Seriously?" she said.
Unzipping his pants, he started to take a leak, rejoicing in the blissfulness of emptying one's bladder. He failed to sense the approaching individual who emerged from the shadows. Quietly standing behind him, Lemy just stared at the guy happily relieving himself.
"Hurry up over there!"
He was gonna respond, but a strong arm wrapped around his neck and presed him in a chokehold. Unable to scream, he tried to wrestle his way free, but his attempts were halted by a sharp pain penetrating his back. Lemy buried the hunting knife deep into him while simultaneously choking him out. After many seconds, he went limp, giving out his final breath as his eyes closed for good.
The girl was sitting down against the mausoleum with a cigarette in hand. Blowing some smoke, she now appeared bored, all signs of arousal now depleted. "What's taking you so long?" frowning in annoyance she stood back up and walked over to check up on her boyfriend.
Reaching the corner, Lemy ambushed her. Grabbing her he slammed her head against the thick marble and plunged the knife into her throat. Dropping her body and stepping over it, he looked on ahead to where the rest of the group was.
Lemy unslings the hunter's rifle from his shoulder and takes off the safety.
Back with the others, Chad was very drunk as he laughed and joked with his girl and friend. It was quite late, and the curfew was on full effect by now, yet he chose to enjoy the night. They had run out of beer, holsing on to their last bottles each. Chad threw his at Lincoln's headstone, shattering glass everywhere around the grave. They kept their festive attitude without a care in the world.
"I got an idea." Chad smirked as he clung to his girl, "Let's go back to that freak house and mess it up some more. Just...trash the whole fucking place, fuck it, set it all on fire!"
"Easy buddy, dont want to get caught." his friend said.
"If Lyle is there, then I won't mind roughing him up." Chad smugly added, "We're gonna burn down that fucking house tonight."
"Whatever yo-" his head exploded in a mist of blood as a loud bang echoed in the distance.
"Ahhh!" Chad's girlfriend screamed, as she saw their dead friend hit the ground. Chad stared wide eyed before hearing another shot fired in the dark. A bullet struck him in the shoulder, dropping him to the floor in pain.
The girl ran towards the car, avoiding a bullet that grazed her hair and struck the windshield of the car. Managing to get inside she failed to relaize that Chad had the keys with him. While fantically looking around for them another shot was fired and thia time the shooter hit its mark as the window expldoed and her head swing the opposite way with blood spraying the interior. Watching all fo this happen Chad crawled away, grunting in pain courtesy of a lodged bullet in his shoulder.
Another shot fired, but it hit the headsyone right next to him, chipping away at the marvel and freaking him out even more. Weakly getting back to his feet, he began to sprint down to the mainentrace of the cemetery, but he got shot in the waist, and down he fell again.
As he lay on the grass, motionless and breathing hard he heard footsteps behind him. Barley abale to turn arouns he saw him standing tall with rifle in hand. He can barely make out his face but there was no denying who it teally was to Chad.
"Fuck you...and your family...fre-URK!"
Lemy impaled Chad in the stomach with the rifle. Buryin it past him and straight into the ground, Chad puked out blood and lost his voice as the pain overwhelmed him. Letting go of the rifle, Lemy took a step back and stared at the dying man as if admiring his handiwork. Chad soon after passed away.
Leaving the gruesome murder behind him, Lemy approached the graves of his mother and father. No words were spoken. He stared and right after walked away. His next stop, home.