abstrect-christ Posted May 4, 2011 Share Posted May 4, 2011 (edited) Shots ring out cutting its way through droplets toward a Shadow impeding millions as they accompany gravity toward the pavement. Our dance of the dead began here: I. Running, convulsing, rib cage inflamed her screams were breaking the shadowed silence of a city gripped in terror; reports of a skirmish had spread: Handcuffed downtown this combative charged with assault on police officers and a young blonde -- no identity we could only hold him, not even a sanitarium could identify him; checking his finger prints deemed impossible, blood work was all we could use -- what kind of street resident erases their prints? II. Like a tectonic plate losing tension the crash quakes through all the levels like an explosion in the Phong Nha caves, chaos much the same -- he was gone, missing -- the rain was flooding the sink and toilet as it fell from the concrete roof now turned into debris of rebar and dust. Too late however I could only observe the aftermath and macromega- Movement in the corner, It stayed watching me, as if to observe something -- someone -- familiar to It; unholstered I shot penetrating It's external abdominal oblique muscle the hollow point digging into the liver surpassing glandular functions, destroying them the more tissue its mushroom effect cleansed It's reddish brown river of bile till it exited out the latissimus dorsi causing an animal like cry; not a Falcon nor a Bear but of an Anteater and Gray Wolf. Shot, It moved faster than my seasoned finger spreading It's wings, going for my neck, moving quick feeling a warm drop of blood hit my cheek; continue pursuit confident the wound would mire It's ascent, It vanishes in the low lights of the city -- I call in the murder keeping the children away from the living room and take blood from the perforated edge then investigate recent photos for connections. Fifth Victim Incites Riots and Rage "Where's our justice?!" Calls crowds at all precincts; "what do we pay for?!" Screams a crowd outside City Hall. Since the fall murders began some protesters have started to shove and provoke police officers arriving to and from duty, some demonstrations have turned to deadly riots after passionate protesters have thrown bricks and rocks at main floor windows breaking them and others molotov cocktails at hoods of police vehicles. Damage to precincts, cars and City Hall have reached the mid thousands, more modest protesters have been arrested spray painting in black the common phrase echoed on all sides of building in all languages: "What's legal when the watchmen have cataracts?" With chaos comparable to a Greek demonstration Police Commissioner Urich speaks with authority and confidence over uncouth and angered commentary, "The Police are not leaving any details unchecked in the investigation into these gruesome and horrific murders. We are aware of the danger this criminal represents to your lives and are working vigorously to apprehend him or her. I ask you to cease the violence, vandalism and riots because that impedes full progress in our investigation and your safety, I would also like those who have taken to civilian arrests and vigilantism to discontinue activity's that engages criminal activity. If you are a neighborhood watch we advise you call the police before acting, criminals can be armed and dangerous -- the culprit of these murders especially. If you would like to help our investigation we have a phone line open twenty-four hours, seven days a week for reports on suspicious activity or sitings that may lead to putting handcuffs behind this serial murderers back." No other details were released on the investigation. by Ed Guerro III. Impossible! That Thing was... Him?! Even more impossible was the name that came up. Fall, 1991: "What's her name?" "Alisha Kouvak" "What happen' here?" "Well, let's see if you come up with the same hypothesis: Blood on the end of the bed, sons prints all over the knife and the victims face frozen in terror like a wax simulacrum suggests she pleaded before her son slit her throat and for some reason searched her on the inside after she fell back and bled out 5 inches from the head board- What was he searching for?" "E' have a diary? Form motional' release?" "No, officers searched his room thoroughly, It's like yours or mine at his age." "Time bomb, we'll never know why; continue." "He then cut a piece of skin from his arm, and using rope from a tarp in the basement tied a perfect noose around this visible wooden beam and stepped off the chair- The only thing he'd have heard before he died was the snap of his neck, why the skin?" "Check for drugs in the system, istory' of hallucinations- Good work." It was my first case with violent crimes, looking at original photos you wouldn't think it though: The body hanging, the familiar background -- it was black, charred and in pain, entrails appeared to be dried out and barely touching the stained carpet below red from the pierced throat and deeply cut chest; knife had once been on the bed beside his mothers corpse but was now among the crimson vignette 25 inches underneath the floating corpse -- Does It stalk It's prey? IV. "You're dealing with a Demon, a physical embodiment of a tortured soul." "Forgive me if I'm not religious," the Professor of Paranormal Phenomenon smiles. "You're murderer isn't human, he's a time capsule of a past memory; it explains why there's been no intelligible evidence or witnesses. It's a creature of the shadows, of a world above or below us; gravity, air, oxygen, It wasn't born in either, It's chrysalis was dark matter." "So, It's a Spectre." "Exactly, your Wraith seems to be stuck in a memory of extreme violence -- It hides inside a host during the day then comes out before dawn... you know this," he says noticing my unsurprised look; "what's It's appearance?" "Black, large and perilous wings, sounds like an animal when hurt or threatened, possibly extra cognitive, and built body mass; seemingly invulnerable." "Here, I've marked the page," I read the preface: That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death shall die. -Abdul Alhazred by Jeremy Swyck (7/24/10) Edited May 17, 2011 by abstrect-christ Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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