Posted by Ripper X on February 15, 2001 at 11:59:32:
Curtains!
I needed some fucking curtains!
Something to block the light out cause the sun shines through the windows and it wakes me up every fucking morning! The Sun,
the bringer of life, but I knew better! The sun was the leading cause of DEATH! That mother fucker was dangerous! That piece
of shit always wakes me up!
Today is my day though!
Today is the day that I will be fucking noticed!
I AM SOMEBODY!
People don't want to believe that I even fucking exist but I fucking do!
I AM SOMEBODY!
Everybody knows me because I am apart of every body that lives, and they try to act like they are better then me!
They will have their fucking day!
Today!
Today they will remember me!
This is my day!
They can't take this away from me!
They can never take that away from me!
I won't allow them too!
This is my fucking day!
I will make it so they never forget my name!
I will make it so that they will never forget me!
I am a God!
They will know that as soon as that fucking alarm goes off!
I set it for 7, why isn't it going off!
That fucking sun is screwing around with me.
It is trying to play with my head again!
FUCK YOU!
You just wait you fucking whore!
You will wait just like me!
Sometimes the sun comes up in my sleep and destroys my dreams.
Sometimes every thing gets ruined!
I planned it carefully!
It should have worked!
My plans always work!
Forget your failures!
Today is my day!
Today is my fucking day!
I am the victim!
I will lie here dead until that alarm rings!
I am a sexy little slut with a perfect body!
Close your eyes, and masturbate about all the lives I am going to take today!
I am waiting on the alarm!
That is my trigger!
I am a gun creating the sweat in the palm of a hand.
I am a cheating slut!
I am a cheerleader teasing me and I have no choice but to rape her!
My muscular legs and my pretty face taunting my killer!
No I don't want to die!
Don't kill me!!
Please!
Her pleas only turn me on!
I am her!
Please don't hurt me.
Please!
I am healthy, touch me, just don't hurt me, please.
Touch my breasts.
Mmmmmm that feels good.
Grab them harder!
God your hands feel so good!
Feel my legs!
Harder I want to feel your hands!
Feel my belly!
My arms!
Slap my face!
I need you!
Take me into you!
Kill me!
I have to be one with you!
Take Me Now!
Eat my body!
I am yours!
Spank me!
Hurt me!
Oh MY GOD I AM GOING TO CUM!
Please don't kill me!
Put the knife away!
OH MY GOD!
I am bleeding!
Let me slump into your arms, I am bleeding to death, my body is starting to go into convulsions!
Jesus I am putty in your hands!
"EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEH"
I die a beautiful death! Ignore the alarm!
"EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEH"
I am so scared I want to be butchered!
No please!
"EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEEEH EEEEEEEEH"
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh
* * *
He laid in bed, naked and masturbating, listening to the alarm that buzzed through his brains like an angel heralding him from the
dead, to create and work his magic. Destroy my son, wake up and destroy!
The heart is like a blossom, it opens so nicely and explodes into beautiful pictures!
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his cum shot into the air and splattered onto his chest. The warmth reminded him of
blood. Warm blood quickly growing cooler, slowly dying, slowly curdling.
He sat up and slapped the alarm, silencing it.
He looked around at his crumbling hole. The green paint cracking, a few holes here and there carved by the rats.
THE RATS!!!
He could feel them staring at him, again!
Their beady eyes watching him, right now!
Sometimes they tell him things, always at night, they whisper things to him while he is sleeping, telling him to do things, brain
washing him.
They cannot stop him, not this time!
The manipulators are not as smart as he is! Not nearly as smart!
"Don't do this." They are screaming, "Lie back down, and go back to sleep!"
"Fuck you." he said, pulling on his camouflage pants.
The rats can't stop him, this is why he was created, this is his destiny, his purpose in life. It was for this day and this day alone that
God created him.
He pulled on a white muscle tee, and laced up his boots.
They all wait for him, today they are not Gods creatures but his. His to take, his to deliver to their paths, to their destinations.
He pulled the big case from under his cum stained mattress. Everybody has their special purpose in life, he thought as he opened
the case and brought out his shot gun, his beautiful shot gun. This . . . this was his, and his hands, his divine hands that would free
them of pain was this gun right here.
Strapping a .45 to his ankle, loading the shot gun, he will need many shells, as many as he can carry! He will heal those people! He
will take away the pain that burns him to his very skeleton!
What do you do when a dog is sick and dying? You fix it by putting it out of its misery. Today he will put some people out of their
misery, AND THERE ISN'T A GOD DAMN THING THAT THOSE FUCKING RATS CAN DO TO STOP IT!
"Chink Chink" cried the gun, "Time to go to work!
* * *
Locking his door, he could hear a whistler whistling a tune, nimbly walking up the stairs, he slung his gun over his shoulder.
He knew that song, "All you need is Love" by the Beatles, nice song.
"All you need is Love, Love is all you need," he sang under his breath as he walked toward the staircase.
The whistler, the postman, to involved in his whistling and sorting the mail in his hands to notice the gun being leveled at his head.
"Love is all you need." he sang as he pulled the trigger, picking up the postman and hurling him back a couple feet into a convulsing
pile of meat.
"Love is all you need." he sang and took over the mans tune as he made his way out onto the street, and looked around, it was
pretty early yet, only a woman jogging with her dog, God she was beautiful, and the dog wasn't too bad looking either.
"Kill her!" Yelled the dog, "Kill my human, and then go to the tower.
"Yes puppy." He said, shooting the girl in the stomach, her eyes got real big and she fell to the sidewalk nicely. The dog went over
to her body and started licking her face.
He made his way easy enough to the building, only finding a few people along the way to peg.
Strolling through the park he had seen an old couple sitting on a park bench, he would make curtain to get both of them, but they
could wait until he was in position.
Grabbing the entrance doors to the tower he turned his head just in time to see a woman carrying grocery's.
BANG!!!
The bullet went through the sack and into her, she just kind of looked stunned for a bit before dropping.
The lobby was empty, he just had to push the elevator button for up and he was almost their.
Thank God that dog had helped him out, with all of his excitement he surly wouldn't had come up with this tower over looking the
park idea on his own.
Bing.
The elevator opened, there were two small children inside. An evil smile on his face as he gets on and the door closes.
Bing.
The door opens their bodies on the floor and their little brains splattered on the wall.
One can never be to young for such pleasures, he thought as he climbed the stairs to the roof.
He took his position, where are they, were is that old couple?
I need them! Where the fuck are they!!!!
There their they are!
Say good by to your pain you to old fuckers!
BAM BAM
I AM A GOD!
* * *
"My sister's coming over to visit again." moaned Officer Peg Morgan to her partner Dean Roth.
"Your sister from Georgia?"
"That's the one."
"Little miss perfect needs to borrow some cash in other words, why in the hell don't you ever send her to her mothers?"
"I don't think that it is her job to take care of her, Mom being on social security and all, besides its not that big of a deal, really."
"Bull shit, if it wasn't such a big deal then you wouldn't be complaining about her every time she comes over to visit."
"Be quiet."
"No I won't be quiet Peg, you need to hear this shit!"
"Shut up damn it! I could had sworn I heard gunshots."
"Gunshots! I didn't hear no gunshots."
"Maybe if you shut your god damn mouth for two seconds . . . THERE! Did you here that?"
"Ya, sounds like its coming from the Tower."
"How the hell would you know?" Peg said turning on the cherries as Dean stomped on the gas.
"Trust me, I have a gut for this kind of shit."
The tower wasn't that far off, and the old man was right! There was some sick fucker shooting into the park!
The two cops ran head on into the building, "Police! Did an armed man come through here?" Dean hollered to the Front Desk.
"I don't know I just got here."
"Damn it! You have a crazy asshole shooting folks in the park! How do I get to the roof?"
"The elevator."
They pushed the up button and the elevator opened, revealing the horror of the mad man as they saw the bodies of the two dead
children.
* * *
Approaching the door, they could hear his shot gun blasting on the other side.
"How are we going to do this, shouldn't we call for back up?" Peg whispered, her gun drawn and forehead sweaty.
"No time," He said, yanking the door open, "Drop your weapon! This is the police!"
She screamed as she watched the psycho quickly turn and then her partner stumbling backwards holding his chest, and then falling
down.
She didn't even think when her world turned to black.
* * *
The Psycho was running out of people.
A well, that is enough. He has saved enough people today, and soon everybody will know. Everybody will remember him!
He was almost out of bullets anyway.
"Go Home." He heard God tell him, "Your work is done."
He slung his gun over his shoulder and walked back to the elevator.
"Your work is done." he whispered over and over to himself as he stepped over the still hand of his post man, fiddling with his keys
to unlock the door to his apartment.
He walked to his door and stuck the key in the lock, then looked over at the body of his mail man and couldn't help but smile when
he saw his leg starting to tremble.
"Love is all ya need." he sang as he disappeared into his apartment. * * *
The Post man's body thrashing harder and harder. His blood forming pools, that moved around the floor.
On the tower roof top Officer Dean Roth sat up and looked over at his partner who was scratching her head.
The postman stood up, man he must had hit his head pretty hard that time.
* * *
"Oh, God damn it" Karen moaned as her bag of groceries ripped and everything went every where. What in the hell is she
suppose to do now!
"Oh man, I hate it when that happens." Somebody said behind her, "Why do they make such weak bags?"
"Tell me about it!" she laughed as she started picking stuff up, "You'd think that I would had figured that this would happen and
just go to the store with a card board box."
"Here let me help you with that." He said as he started gathering up her groceries, "Your name is Karen, isn't it?"
"Ya, how did you know?"
"My name is Tod, I live two doors down from ya."
* * *
The post man grabbed up his mail bag, and shook the fall off, then stumbled over to Miss. Young's door to deliver her her
package.
"Oh My God Miss! Are you okay?"
"I . . . I . . . I think so," Stacy murmured as she let him help her up off the ground, "I must had just tripped."
She looked up at him and felt embarrassed, Christ was she a klutz! She fell down and this guy is a hunk.
"Your sure your okay." He said, as her dog ran to him and let him pet him, "Ya fell pretty hard."
"Ya I'm fine, I have always been accident prone, oh my God, Jewels actually is letting you pet him, Jewels doesn't like anybody!"
"Is that his name, he is a cute dog."
"Oh my god Bill!" Exclaimed Miss Young when she opened the door, "Are you okay?"
"I . . . I . . . I must had slipped and bumped my head." The postman said, noticing for the first time how pretty Miss Young's eyes
are.
"Well for . . why don't you come in and sit down for a few minutes?"
"I would like to Miss Young, but I just stopped by to deliver you yet another package."
"No, I insist Bill." she said looking down shyly, "I want you too because I kind of have something to give to you."
"Miss Young! I don't need a tip, really."
"Apparently you do need a tip, because I am going to go broke ordering all that stupid shit off of the internet every day just to see
you! Now Get your ass in here!"
* * *
"What in the hell just happened." Officer Roth asked to his partner.
"I . . . I don't remember!"
Officer's Morgan and Roth got on the elevator totally speechless, and as luck would have it they got to ride with two kids full of
the giggles.
The psycho opened up his window and looked around grinning his psychotic grin!
Now they know him!
Now they understand!
"All You Need Is Love!" The psycho screamed!
* * *
Once they sat in their Patrol car, Dean took the drivers seat, and Peg sat in the passenger seat and they just looked forward, until
finally she couldn't take it no more!
"How in the hell did we end up on that building?"
"I don't know." He said, "As far as I am concerned, it never happened."
"It would probably be best." She agreed.
He started up the patrol car and took off the second the engine started.
He just wanted to drive, but the silence was over bearing, he couldn't take it any longer, he had to say something! But what?
"So your sister is coming to visit you." he said, with an odd tone to his voice.
"Ya," Peg returned, still in shock.
"Well I already told you my feelings about that one."
The rats who live in the walls could do nothing but scream and watch as the Psycho pick up his magic marker and walk to his
calendar!
Yet again they lost the war!
"I think we need some coffee." She told her partner.
"Your probably right.", he said his voice pausing for a few seconds, "Hey, I . . . um picked you up a little something."
"It's . . . It's right under your seat." He said, his face hot, hoping that she wouldn't find it inappropriate.
She smiled as she felt the heart shaped box of candy, "Oh Dean!"
"Well hey you don't have a husband, and it is Valentines day and all."
To his surprise, she kissed him!