Death Chronicles 2


Posted by The Black Knight on January 12, 2000 at 21:49:45:

A short buxom red head named Jeannie was the next woman to meet her fate. As she returned home from
her job Jeannie was completely worn out. Her tight red t-shirt and jeans were not quite enough to hide her body, but Jeannie was a little different from rest of the victims, she didn’t really care. She ran her hand through her long waist length bright red hair was she got out of her car. As she walked toward the door her enormous bosom bounced slightly, aside from her red hair Jeannie’s only remarkable feature was the fact that she was an overly well endowed young woman. She heard the distinct cracking sound of a rifle shot and spun on her heel. Jeannie’s cute face turned up in a grimace as clutched a bullet wound in the center of her left breast.
“Gaah!” Jeannie gasped as she fell flat on her back.
She lay flopping like a landed fish, but her life was already over.

As Jeannie lay in her driveway bleeding Tonya sat in her den across town. She was a blonde bombshell in ever since of the word. She sat looking around the walls which reflected her passion for the outdoors, a mounted deer head, a few mounted fish of various kinds around the room, among other trophies. The one she was most proud of was her first deer, a ten point buck, something she was about to regret. She stood up and walked toward the bedroom yawning.
“What do you want?” Tonya gasped as she saw the delivery man who had killed Charlotte standing at the door.
She opened the door and let him in. Tonya’s bright blue eyes widened as he put his hands on her ribs and lifted her off the floor. As if that particular predicament wasn’t enough he carried her back to the den. Tonya let out an audible gasp as she felt four of the ten points of her deer’s antlers press into her lower back. She pressed her lips together tightly as she felt them pierce her skin. She squirmed, but could do little else as the points burst into view
out of her belly.
“Uuuhhh!” Tonya moaned as she sagged and blood dripped off her lower lip down over her body.
Tonya had been killed by something she had killed years before. Tonya’s room mate, Kellie came out of her bedroom nearby as she heard Tonya’s last moan. Kellie had long light brown hair and a great body, but her big electric blue eyes seemed to jump out. The delivery man grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back into the wall. As Kellie ran away she tripped over one of Tonya’s trophy’s a bear skin rug and knocked the rack of utensils into the fire place and a roaring fire that Tonya was about to leave unattended.
“Why are you doing this?” Kellie asked as she backed away from him again.
He trapped her in the corner and handcuffed her wrists behind a pole.
“Please...don’t!” Kellie whined as she tried to free herself.
He walked over to the fire place and picked up the poker which Kellie had knocked into the fire. Kellie shuddered as she saw the tip was glowing red hot. He sat down in the floor beside her with a smile on his face.
“Yaaaaaahhhh!” Kellie shrieked as he pushed the point of the poker into her side below her rib cage and up under her ribs into her lung.
She gurgled as her lung was literally fried inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she slid down to a seat position. Kellie sat staring blankly up at Tonya who returned her dead stare.

Across town Demi partied the night away, not knowing that it was to be her last. She had long thick
black hair, and a body that she and her plastic surgeon had worked hard on. She showed off her well toned body in a skin tight white mini-dress and smiled at the envious glares from the other women at the party. Demi took a break and walked into the bathroom mainly to get a few minutes off her high heeled shoes. She moaned as she slipped her feet out and lost about six inches in height. The door closed and she prepared some snide remark as she turned around. Her deep brown eyes widened as she stared down at a silencer tipped gun.
“Oh come on you’re not that jealous are you?” Demi quipped.
Thip. Thip.
“Uuhhngghh!” Demi grunted as bullets hit her large right breast and between her breasts.
She coughed as she hunched her shoulders. Blood dripped off the end of her nose as she fell face first on the linoleum. Her lung had collapsed and she was dead in seconds.

Early the next morning Becky dragged herself mournfully out of bed. The blonde beauty walked slowly
into her kitchen dragging her feet half the way. She started up a coffee pot and slumped into a chair to wait. She looked down the counter at a pair of scissors she had left out the night before and shook her head. Just as she reached for them, a man’s hand grabbed them. She looked up to see the uniform of a delivery man and a leering face. Before she could react the scissors were plunged into her left breast.
“AAAAAaccckk!” Becky screamed as she slumped over the counter spitting up blood.
She slid down to the floor and lay on her back with out a sound. Her death had been instantaneous.

Lori walked out of her house early in the morning wearing a tight thin white blouse and a jean skirt. She was a tall slender wispy blonde with a constant kind smile on her face. She walked out into the sun and raised her hands over her head, closed her eyes, arched her back, and let out a contented sigh as she stretched. As she stretched her blouse pulled skin tight on her very well toned body. As she reached the end of her stretch two archers in a nearby clump of woods let their arrows fly. Lori gasped as they made two very loud and solid thumps as the they pierced her belly.
“Ooohhhhhhh!” Lori whimpered as she stumbled back holding both of the arrows which stuck about an
inch apart side by side at her waist.
She leaned back on the door of her house crying in agony. She slid down to a seated position then rolled over on her side, curled up in pain. She lay where she would eventually bleed to death.

Across town another lovely young woman named Lisa sat alone in her apartment. She wore a skin tight
green blouse and jeans, which enhanced her voluptuous very feminine figure. She ran a brush through her
shoulder length dark brown hair and smiled a little as she picked up a long dagger. Depression had driven the
lovely young lady to the end of her rope.
“Huullhhh!” Lisa grunted as she drove the dagger to the hilt in her own belly.
She bent over involuntarily and trembled in pain as she straightened. Lisa cried as she lay back on her bed and awaited death.

At the local TV station Sheridan walked into her office. The pale blonde wore a tight light purple blouse, a white skirt, and a white jacket. Her blouse accented her young body and the color hid the fact that she was enjoying her anchor desk far too much. Her eyes widened when she saw a delivery man at her desk.
“Flowers again?” Sheridan asked with a coy smile.
Sheridan let out an audible gasp as she saw a knife in his hand. She had no time to react as he pushed the knife toward her.
“Ohhh-ha-ooohhhh!” Sheridan screamed more in shock than pain as he pushed the knife into her belly at the top of her skirt.
Her eyes widened like they were going to pop out of her head and her jaw dropped as he moved the knife up her rounded belly, literally laying her open. She pressed her lips together and her cheeks puffed out slightly, and as she opened her mouth to speak blood sprang from her mouth. As she fell back Sheridan heard the sick splatter of her entrails leaving her body. She fell and lay motionless with her eyes rolled upward and her intestinal track laid
out on her thighs. Sheridan was obviously dead.

As Sheridan drew her last breath Sandra was just walking into the hardware store where she worked. The brunette “girl next door”, wore a tight blue blouse and skin tight jeans. Her big brown eyes and genuine innocent smile made her a very popular young woman. Just as she rounded a corner in the aisle leading to the back of the store Sandra heard a loud whoosh as if something were coming toward her. The impact picked her up off the floor completely. A look of terror came over Sandra’s face as she looked down at a pick-axe stuck deep in her gut.
“Hoooooo!” Sandra groaned as she bent and fell over.
She died seconds after she hit the floor from shock.

Minutes later April walked out on her porch to find Lori lying still curled up in agony. April was Lori’s sister, but they didn’t look that much alike. April was taller, a little older, she had the body of a model and the looks to match. Her big deep blue eyes and long dark brown hair had caught many men’s eye. April knelt beside Lori with an audible gasp. Lori’s belly still pumped in and out heavily around arrows, but she had already passed out from the pain. April stood to go back in side. Thip. Thip.
“Aaahhhnnhhh!” April screamed as she was slammed back into the wall in a bent position.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down at bullet holes in her tight young belly, in the exact same places that Lori had been shot. April swallowed hard as she fell on her side beside Lori. The bloody sisters lay there side by side for hours before they were discovered and by that time it was too late.

Hours after April had died Melanie returned to her home to eat lunch there instead of going to a
restaurant with her friends. Melanie was a fairly small young brunette who constantly wore the look of a
professional, in spite of only being a lowly secretary. Her innocent looking face made most people not take her very seriously, so she spent most of her times telling jokes to get in their good graces. She walked into her house to find a delivery man awaiting her.
“Aren’t you suppose to wait on the porch, or leave your package?” Melanie asked.
“This one had to be given personally.” he said as he picked up a long steel spike.
“Yeah that’s real funny, now what do you want?” Melanie asked with a slightly annoyed look on her face.
A look of shock crossed her face when the point of the spike didn’t give way, but her diaphragm did.
“Oooohhhh!” Melanie screamed as she was pushed back into the wall, and the spike sank almost to her
spine.
She shook her head as he twisted the spike and raised the handle, drilling the point down into her liver. She closed her eyes as he pulled the spike out and she slid down to a seated position. Melanie was dead.