A sotry I'm working on (not edited, don't read if you're young)

Steve Mcniggel:

As I walked into the room I realized that there was a few things wrong. First I was not the only one and every one was joyful and playing and just in general mingling with the other inhabitants of the auditorium. And second there was an odd feeling in the atmosphere like you could just tell something bad was going to about. And soon. So I walked into the strange place and looked around and saw about a hundred different people. Most were standing in little groups swapping stories of their lives. Some were kind of standing in a corner just staring blankly into space not really noticing the excitement in their surroundings. However I decided to just get seated and wait for whatever was going on. I sat there for a few minutes contemplating the different things that could be happening. I thought that this could just be some weird prank, it could be an experiment perhaps something government originated, or maybe even my time was just up. Then I realized that the last one was highly unlikely given that I was only 23 and in a room with just a bunch of other nonthreatening people. However my little theory was immediately proven wrong when the guards walked in. they were tall men in camouflage army clothing. They each held machine guns and had a rifle strapped to their backs. They also had several rounds of ammunition attached to them going from their torso over the opposite shoulder and back under it. They also each had a sheath attached to their belts that held a hunting knife. A few hand grenades were on the belts too. And the last object they carried was an odd mechanism that I’m really not too sure what it was. But I can tell you that it looked like the hilt of a fencing sword without the blade; it was a bright blue color and had an odd sort of lacey peace of metal, which dangled from the top of it. Like I said I really don’t know what it was or what it did but given the other attire of these men you could only imagine that the object did something painful or destructive. Anyways the guards marched in through the backset of double doors two at a time and went in opposite directions towards the left and right in a single file. At this point everyone else realized their presence and the auditorium went dead silent. It had a red and black striped carpet so you couldn’t even here the footsteps of the guards. So everyone stopped talking and the guards lined up two at each set of doors. There was about 20 in total. None of them talked they just stood there facing forward and staring straight ahead of them. After about five minutes of suspense a man walked onto the stage in front of the auditorium. He was wearing a black suit with a white tie tucked under his overcoat. He had on jet-black shoes that glistened in the light. He stood behind a podium so he looked taller than he was. Two men walked in after him neither looked the elaborate they just wore white lab coats and one of them had a white beard. The other had a set of thick-framed glasses. After them another man in a suit walked in, he looked like he could easily be a politition or something. He had a scowl on his face that just kind of said to us "I don’t want to be here right now." And after him a few women came in business uniforms, you know with white blouses and a black over coat with a gray and black pinstriped skirt. All but the first man sat in uncomfortable chairs to the left and right of him. He pulled out a few papers from what appeared to be nowhere but was probably just a coat pocket or the podium shelves. He placed them on the top of the podium facing him. He adjusted the microphone to fit his height and at last he looked up at us. Everyone was now looking directly at him. He had a pair of bright blue eves that kind of pierced you and said, "I will destroy you if you defy me." The man began to read of his speech: " Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I am Greg St. Garel. I am a military strategy expert. We have brought you here to assist us in a new project that the government has started to improve results in finding terrorist both in and outside the nation. We believe that when a person experiences mass amounts of pain he or she will give wanted information, that is to say when a person is tortured they tell the truth." He paused to let us soak in what he had just said. I knew something epic was about to happen. But before I had a chance to really think about what he was getting at he started back up "now we have chosen sixty citizens to help us in this project. You all should feel special because if this experiment prevails we will be able to open new programs and facilities dedicated to the sole purpose of hunting down these viscous killers." He paused again and I began to think that I was here to give this guy a hand with some crazy project and get out of here. "But I digress. I am not going to sugar coat what is gong on right now anymore. Terrorists and killers are invading the United States and we are still unable to pick out these people. For the safety of the entire nation and possibly the entire world, a few must be sacrificed. So I’ll jump right to the point. We are going to kill you. Every one of you will die at the hands of me and my colleagues here in a different way" he gestured toward the people sitting around him. " We will kill you each in a different way. But we only do that as a precautionary measure. You see we have been tracking your lives since the day you were born. We know everything that has happened to you and every person you have ever known, every place you’ve ever been to, every fight you’ve ever got in, everything. We even know your darkest secret. And we will attempt to force it from you. That is all. Our fine gentlemen here will now escort you to your own separate quarters. Good day."



The next thing I knew I was being dragged away down a white floor with blue gray tiles. Boy, do I remember everything about that place. It was carpeted half way up the hall. Then the carpet stopped and you reached a desk on your right and a door on your left. The door was painted so it would appear friendly and welcoming. It had sort of a jungle theme on it was like a little green with dashes of red or yellow here and there. Other than that it was just a dark green color. And the desk on the right was actually quite large. It went all the way to the end of the hall and turned right down the next hall. It was littered with papers and decorated with computers and pen jars though none were filled with pens. It was a white desk with two layers and the outer border of the desk was a sickly brown color. They brought me and the rest of the men down the right hallway. The women stayed in the carpeted part of the first hallway. I was put in a room by myself. The room was creepy. It had graffiti all over the walls and a bed lying in the middle. The bed was screwed into the floor. It had a green plastic mattress, one white pillow with no cover, and white linens. That was all that was in the room. There were a few caged windows at the end of the room and to the right of those windows was a door. The door was half-ajar with a tiled floor. It was a restroom. The guards threw me into the room and I fell on my face. They closed the door as they left and I heard a click. I knew the door had been locked. There was a small slot in the middle of the door large enough for a tray of food I assume. I sat on my bed and just kept thinking about what the man said. He was going to kill us all. Sixty deaths in sixty different ways. I couldn’t even think of sixty ways to kill someone. It just seemed too cruel to imagine. Like it was some kind of nightmare. I stood up and began pacing around the room. I do this when I am nervous or thinking. In this case both. The rest I don’t remember that clearly because I was getting tired. But I was afraid to go to sleep. So I laid down on the bed and told myself that I wouldn’t fall asleep. I would just close my eyes and allow my body to rest. Although the plan didn’t exactly go to well I still managed to stay awake for about another hour or so. I just kept remembering looking out the caged windows and seeing what looked like a witch standing there but I just kept telling myself that it was just a dream. You could hear the wind outside howling like a coyote and the raindrops hitting the ground. I could see them dripping, one at a time, off the gutters and down splashing onto the windows and trickling down until it hit the ledge where it just stopped. It flowed forwards reached the very end of the ledge and just fell. I watched this happen over and over again until I just dozed off. When I awoke I was still in the same room and there was a surprisingly large plate of eggs, toasts, sausage, bacon and a large cup of juice. Sitting next to the cup on the tray was a small plastic bowl containing some form of bran with a small carton of milk. So I ate my breakfast and fell back asleep. I guess that’s all there was to do was eat and sleep. So I just fell asleep.



Wallim Tregiyt:

I awoke in my room and had to use the bathroom. So I went in there for the first time I walked into the putrid room. It wasn’t as been as I had suspected. So I sat down on the toilet and went. I left the bathroom and went back asleep. Later that day or another I don’t really know you lose track of time here, I was awoken by a really loud voice talking to me. I didn’t know where it was coming from so I looked around the room. I didn’t see anyone so I scanned the ceiling and sure enough I saw a loud speaker and a camera. The voice spoke again" Wallim Tregiyt you are to stand attention to the left side of your door facing the wall on the left of the door. A guard will come and give you further directions. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. "Good follow these instructions. Good day."
So I stood up at my door in attention. About three minutes later a guard walked in and put me into handcuffs. They were a little tight but I didn’t complain it was better than being knocked unconscience like the night before. So the guard held my upper arm and brought me down the hall to a door on the left. I entered it and inside was a small room. There were two men in white lab coats siting in chairs in front of me. I stepped in a little more and the guard, joined by his partner, closed and locked the door behind me. I was given a chair and told to sit. So I sat. The guards stood in front of the door. I looked around the room. It was a small room but long. It was probably about only eight feet wide. But it was like twenty feet long. The men looked up and the one on my left started to talk. "You already know why you are here. So to cut right to the chase what did you do in Vietnam that you have never told another soul?" I replied" I don’t know what you guys are talking about" though I had a perfect clue of what they were talking about. They said" ok sir. You will now be escorted down to the shooting range." I gave them a questioning look but they didn’t say anything. So we went down a flight of stairs and then down another and out a door. I seemed to be out in some sort of courtyard or something. They told me to stand out in front of them. The guards drew out small pistols and pointed them at me. I was asked the question again" what did you do in Vietnam that you will never tell anyone?" I didn’t reply. They took one shot at me. Both missed. I screamed out "what the hell did you do that for!" they dint reply. They only repeated the question. Still I said nothing. They shot again. This time both bullets grazed the side of my head. Now I was getting nervous. I started towards them to hit them or whatever I could do once I got there but was stopped. You see after I took about four steps in their direction I felt the giant shock course through my body. I jumped backwards and realized a guard was holding the odd device they had had on the first night here. He pressed the button again and I jumped into the air. I was writhing in pain I can only imagine but all I remembered was getting quickly back to the spot where they told me to be. They repeated the question again and I still said nothing. They shot again only this time they connected. They hit me directly in the palm of my hands. I screamed and flew forward. They shocked me again and I fell to the ground. I crawled back to the spot and slowly stood back up. They once again said, "what did you do in Vietnam?" this time I just screamed at them "you already ****ing know don’t you!" I usually don’t curse but I couldn’t stop myself now. They shot again and hit me directly in the knees. I fell forward onto my knees the screeched a high pitched wail of pain and rolled over. I think at that point I went insane. I just started shouting out the whole story to the fence I was facing on the ground. "It was my sixth month in Vietnam and my partner and me were searching for mines. When we found them we mapped them then threw them into the direction of the local village. We were ambushed and several Vietnamese men dragged us off to a sewer. They threw us into it. I dropped in first, then Larry. They dropped down two knives. And laughed at us and left. At first me and Larry got along nicely planning how to escape and our revenge on these people. Then we got mad and insulted each other. Finally we fought Larry beat me down and I lost it. I broke his nose and knocked him out. He hit the ground but I wasn’t satisfied. I pulled out the knife and carved my initials into his chest. Then I stripped his body and used his clothing as a blanket. I got interested after a while and decapitated him. I began to withdraw his organs. After a while his whole body was mangled and I fell asleep." Upon hearing all this the men thanked me and told me my services were not in vein. I started spitting and swearing at all of them. The men looked at the guards and rose their first three fingers. The guards nodded and started coming towards me. "No! No! Save me! Help. Help someone help their gonna kill me help!" I knew from the start nobody could hear me but I screamed anyway. The guards grabbed my arms and hoisted me off the ground. I could not stand so they dragged me off to a corner of the shooting range. They threw me into the corner and pointed their guns at me.

Justin Castle:

That was it. We shot the little screaming bastard. He had annoyed me for too long I was so grateful when we got the signal. We threw him into a corner and me and Bobby took turns shooting him. We both planted one in his brain and heart. Then it became a contest. We moved back further and further to see who could get the most accurate shot. It sounds disgusting but that poor guy just became our dart board. When we were done we had one last duty. Bobby stayed behind me while I walked up to the man. I checked his pulse and shot him once more through the head. Bobby and I began to walk away when I said" I feel like we’re forgetting something." Bobby looked at me thoughtfully the nodded turned around and dropped a single black rose on the mans body. We both said a short and silent prayer. They quietly walked away, out the doors and to our resting quarters.




Chapter 2


Samej Etfehidelw:
So there I was sitting in my room not really doing anything just kind of waiting for something to happen. When nothing did I decided to just doze off. So I fell asleep. I had this dream. I was standing in a room it was completely white with no doors or windows. Two men walked in and one pulled out a sheet and the other knocked me to the floor. The other tied the sheet around me and they began to beat me. They made it into a game I could hear one saying that he was going do jump up and land on my face with his knees. The other one chuckled a little and the next think I knew I heard a swift sound of rushing wind in my ears and a sharp pain on my face. I moved my tongue around my mouth and realized I was bleeding all over the place. I felt a hard presence in my mouth and spit it out. I realized that the man had landed on my right jaw and knocked it out of place. I felt the sheet slipping off and I guess they just wanted to have me know what they looked up. I looked at the right mans face. It was my father, and he had blood all over his knees and was laughing hysterically. The man on the left was my father’s friend. He was grinning all over like he’d just won a medal. They started towards me with baseball bats. Right then I awoke in a cold sweat and realized that it was just a dream and would never happen again. I had never spoken of that night even though I dreamt about it every night. I sat up and thought I heard my name being called. I rubbed my eyes and realized it was. The loudspeaker in the ceiling was saying over and over Samej! Samej! Wake up. I turned to the camera neighboring the loudspeaker. They gave me some weird directions and said to follow them and some other person would give me more after that. So I went and stood by the door like they told me to. A guard from the other night walked in and put me in handcuffs. I fought him but he easily over powered me. So I was still screaming at him and trying to bite him and all that stuff you do when you go crazy. He grabbed the chain linking the two handcuffs and kicked my legs out from beneath me. Then he just dragged me off to this room and chained me to a chair. O was really mad now but couldn’t move to fight it. Two other men walked in and sat in front of me. They started reading off information about me to verify my identity, I guess. It was just stuff like my name and age, 23, and height and things like that. I just kept nodding my head. After about ten minutes they stopped talking and I stopped nodding. Just the I realized that the guard and his partner were standing behind me still. They grabbed me again and I started fighting again. I managed to bite the first guard on his right hand and he dropped me. The other guard reached down and picked me up. The first guard punched me once in the face and once in the stomach. I couldn’t breath. My face was covered in blood. I could feel it dripping off my nose and I tried to wipe it away but I couldn’t because they were holding me too tightly. They threw me in some really large white room with a big glass like chalkboard. It looked like one of those two-way mirrors in the movies. They slammed the door behind them and locked it. They took off the cuffs and strapped me to some chair with clasps attached to it to hold my arms and legs in place. There was also a larger clasp around my neck. I really had no choice but to stop fighting. They went to the door and the two men from before walked in. they were standing next to a panel of buttons that I had not noticed in my frenzy before. They did not beat around the bush, these guys, ill give them credit for that. They immediately said "what happened between you and your father the night you graduated junior high school?" I didn’t reply. They repeated the question and I still did not say anything. One of the men pressed a button on the panel next to him. A mechanical arm arose from the wall next to me. It opened its hand to show its palm. A cylindrical object came out of its hand and the tip opened up. A bright blue flame burst from the mechanical hand. The men pressed buttons and maneuvered the hand so it was placed directly on my forearm. I screamed out in agony and struggeld. But the braces on the chair held me tightly so I could not move. They removed the hand and it moved back and the flame flickered out. The hand moved back to its position in the wall. I looked down at my arm. It stung so badly and it was glistening in the bright light overhead. It looked like the skin itself was writhing in pain. Then it stopped and hardened. All this in about two minutes. I realized that I was crying and immediately stopped. My arm still stung but I did not care. The men repeated the question "what happened between you and your father the night that you graduated junior high school." I still didn’t say anything. The arm came back and burnt me. This time it was directly on an arm vain on my inner elbow. It hurt so much more and it was on my left arm this time. I was screaming and they wouldn’t move the arm. I kept screaming and yelling. They still didn’t move the arm. I was crying again and fighting those clasps. They finally removed the arm from my vein. I looked at it. There was no skin. The flame had spread and to my left arm there was no such thing as skin. I stopped crying again and was breathing quite heavy. Once more they repeated their question. I screamed at them "why the hell do you care! It never happened to you! You are nothing but a bunch of ****ed up people! All of you can rot in hell!" they pressed a blood red button on the panel and the arm came out. I was dreading this again. The flame came out hotter and darker than before. They pressed it on my back directly. The arm moved the flame up and down my spine and I knew the flesh was searing right off of my bones. I was struggling and fighting the clasps with any bit of strength that I could muster. I felt like I was getting loser. I was screaming again. I could hear the guards laughing behind me. That made me mad. I was spitting and yelling and slamming my head from side to side. It was all I could do. I needed to get out of the chair. But I couldn’t. I started to scream out the story "he was pissed off at me for getting a B in my music class!" I paused and the flame got hotter. They moved the flame from my back up to my neck. I started to scream out the story again "he couldn’t take it and he punched me in the head. I fell. Next thing I knew I woke up in some room and dad and his friend Joey were standing over me kicking me and beating me and spitting at me. I just started to cry I was only thirteen. They hit me harder and I knew someone had struck me in the face with something much harder than a hand." "Dad was always doing stuff like this he beat me whenever he was mad or bored!" the flame stopped. I couldn’t breath all that well but had to stop screaming in order to breathe. The men thanked me for my cooperation and said my death will not be in vein. The last thing I remember was feeling wet and knew my blood was pouring from my neck. The guards were still laughing. I was splashed with something on my face chest and legs. The flame lit up again and got hotter and hotter. My eyes kept getting bigger and the flame kept turning more and more white. Next thing I knew the guards and the men left quickly the arm moved to me I felt hotter and hotter until my legs burst into flames and began to melt before my eyes. The clasps broke and I jumped up. I was running around and I couldn’t see. I hit something solid with my face. I knew it was the hand. And the last thing that happened was everything went black. I was getting hotter and hotter but I couldn’t really feel it. I just kept seeing my fathers laughing face in front of me with this huge grin on his face. Then everything just…


Justin castle: the entire room had turned red and hot so we got out of there I threw bobby in front of me and bolted. The scientists came after. We looked into the room through the fire proof doors window. The bands holding Samej had broken. His hair was gone. He just kept running in circles. Finally he ran smack into the arm. At that point his remaining leg blew up. Then his right arm. They just burst and everything went flying. Blood splattered the windows so we could hardly see in anymore. It quickly dried because of the heat. He fell to the ground unable to balance any longer. The flames encased his whole body. And just burned and burned and burned. Finally they began to die down. Bobby switched on the sprinklers and it put out the flames. Steam rose in every crevasse of the room. We just kept starring you couldn’t look away. The I remembered how he bit me and I began to laugh. The steam cleared and my and bobby went in. his body looked like a giant candle. There were fragments of bone left but other than that he was all ash and melted skin. It was quite disgusting. But we had a job to do. Without saying a word I pulled out the black rose from my jacket pocket. I dropped it onto his body and said a silent prayer. I knew bobby was doing the same. We scraped the remains into a black bag and handed it to the scientists. The last thing we did was look at each other. Bobby was a sickly shade of green and I asked him if he was ok. He said that he was but I knew that he wasn’t. So I brought him back to the room. He laid down and I went to pour him a cup of water. I came back into his room and ho was sound asleep. I decided not to wake him.
Chapter 3
Chloe Geraldo:
Hey I’m Chloe. I’m going to tell you a sick story about what happened to me. So here goes. So I was sitting in this room. It was all white and stuff. There were a few caged windows that I would stand at and stare out them all day long. You would always think that there would be some kind of hope. But nothing came. You couldn’t even see the sun. All that ever happened here was it rained. I began to wonder where I was. I thought maybe somewhere deep in a rainforest. Or maybe the people that put me here just want me to feel miserable and its not always raining. Either way all I knew anymore was this room and the rain that drenched my days. I guess you could say I was an optimistic person so I just kept thinking that everything would be ok. I don’t know why I’m like this but i've been this way for as long as I can remember. Ever since this one day. I've never thought about it until now but since i've been in solitude its been haunting me night and day. I was walking home from school one day and I was about fifteen. It was raining out and thundering. You could see the lightning in the distance as it danced around the sky. The thunder deafened me and I was still smiling. But I couldn’t hear a thing. I turned down a street to get to my house when 3 men came out from behind a doorway in the ally. Everything happened so quickly it was really a blur and only remained distinct in my dreams. But from what I remember one of the men grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. The other held my head in place while the final one placed a piece of strong tape over my mouth, I was screaming at the top of my lungs but of course, I was not heard because of the tape. A gray van pulled into the ally and opened up. Two of them men climbed inside while the third threw me up into it then hopped it and slammed the door shut behind him. They beat three times on the front and the person in the front began to drive. The three men tied my arms and legs. I was just silently crying and wishing that they would just hurry up and kill me. But of course that wasn’t going to happen I was just not that lucky. The van stopped after about twenty minutes and the men dragged me off into some warehouse. They threw me onto the floor and begun to take off my clothing. After the final piece was removed one of them began to…and then I can’t remember what happened. I just know that since that day vie decided that I would be nice to everyone and they would be nice to me. I also promised myself that I would never speak of that day again. I guess I had zoned out or something because I started hearing my name being called. "Chloe! Chloe!" I looked around and realized I was being talked through a over head speaker. I looked up at it and noticed a camera next to it. They told me to stand next to my door and wait there. I nodded my head and the voice stopped talking. I realized that my face felt really damp. I felt my cheeks and they were stained with tears and my eyes were still flowing. I dried them with my shirt then stood at the door. A guard came in and I said hello to him. He ignored me. So I tried to strike up a conversation. While I was foxing that he was putting me into handcuffs. I let him do his job and just kept blabbing on about whatever I was trying to get him to talk to me about. I think it was like the weather or something. So we walked off to some white room. This one wasn’t like my room. It had no windows and one door at the front. The guard and his partner closed the door behind them. They stood at it not saying a word to me. I saw a chair and just sat down in it. After a few minutes some other men walked in. they didn’t seem really friendly but I tried anyway. I asked them how there day was going and what they were doing. I asked of they had any kids. They didn’t really say much they just kept filling out some paper work. They would occasionally glance up and comment. After a few minutes they asked me some questions. I answered them and they stopped talking again. They rose two of their fingers to the guards and the guards grabbed me. They were being hostile this time and I really don’t know what I did. So I asked them and they jus started dragging me down some hall. I started to yell which is something that I never ever do. They kept ignoring me. They took me down a few sets of stairs. The into another room. I walked into it and sat on the floor. The room was all white with no doors or windows. It had a weird smell like singed flesh or something. And the walls looked a little smoky like someone had tried to cover up a fire. The guards came in from no where and pushed me down so I was laying on the floor. Then they strapped me down to something I don’t really know what it was. It was kind of like abed except stuck in the ground. The two men from before begun to ask me a question "what happened thanksgiving eve of your freshman year. I knew they were referring to the night I had told you about earlier. But like I said I will never talk about it. They asked me about three times and I just kept pretending like I couldn’t hear them. Next thing I knew some mechanical arm was coming towards me. Its fingers ended it crude blades. It slashed down at me. It severed a finger and I begun to cry. I tried to struggle but the straps held me tightly. The arm withdrew it self and the men repeated their question. I still wouldn’t answer them but I asked them why they wanted to know. Instead of answering me they just kept saying their stupid question. I still didn’t respond. The arm came back. This time it slashed at my leg. It completely took off my left leg. I could feel the warmth of my blood rushing around me. My back began to feel damp. But still I didn’t say anything. I screamed out in pain and terror. It was excruciating agony. Finally I stopped screaming and sat there breathing hard. The men repeated their question. I didn’t say anything at first. Then they said it for about the millionth time and I just blurted out "shut the hell up, if you already know then why don’t you tell me cause I sure as hell don’t know!" they moved the arm back towards me. I wasn’t scared this time. Id didn’t slash at me though. It cam down slowly and pierced my forehead. After it was about two inches in I started to feel the pain. But then it stopped. They repeated their question one more time and I screamed the nastiest things tat I have ever said in my life. I was surprised that I even knew the words. They pressed one final button and I begun to cry. The blades in my forehead begun to descend down my face. First it went straight threw my nose. I was spitting and freaking out. It began to get hotter too. After it severed my face in half it withdrew itself and skipped over my throat. They needed me to talk they couldn’t kill me yet. Plus I needed to be able to speak. It went into my chest and had one swift and burning cut strait down to my waist. I stopped fighting the straps. The harder I fought them the more OT hurt me and tore my body open. I was however, still crying. So I begun to scream out the whole story I told you. But when we got to the part about my clothing I still couldn’t remember I had to Astor talking. Bu they weren’t satisfied. They wanted me to finish. The guards moved closer and started grinning over me looking all stupid. The men were now screaming at me to tell them what happened. But I didn’t know and I kept trying to tell them that. They wouldn’t listen. Finally the men signaled the guards by showing three of their fingers. The men left and the guards undid my straps. I attempted to stand on my one remaining foot but I couldn’t. They dragged me through another door at the end of the room that I had not seen before. In to was a large mechanism that looked like a giant sharks mouth. There was a board extending from the floor to the end of the mouth thing. They threw me onto the board and left. I could see them through the window. The board slowly began to be withdrawn into the floor. I was losing the little balance I had to begin with. I fell into the mouth and felt a bunch of….

Justin Castle: I felt so bad watching Chloe fall into the machine. She was so pretty and so nice. But I had no choice. She fell and it splurted up a bunch of blood and flesh which jumped into the air then back down into the mouth. She was now gone. Me and bobby went down stairs and found her remains on this black like tablecloth. We were to wrap it up and turn it over to the scientists like we usually do. Booby was actually crying. Chloe had been such a nice women. We knelt down next to her mutilated body on our knees. I gently laid a black rose onto what I could only assume was her heart. And we prayed for that poor women. She was only like 25. We stood up and walked away with the cloth. The saddest part was not her death or the giant mouth. It was the fact that as we walked away neither me or bobby looked grossed out. We were too used to the putrid sights of their bodies. That was what scared me more than anything else.

Chapter 4

Greg St.Garel:

I feel like I have a miniature storm cloud in my brain and its trying to electrocute its way out of my head. But that’s not important. You see I’ll take you back to a few years ago. I was sitting in the oval office with the president. The previous day there was an atrocious bombing of the world trade centers in New York. I was at a loss. Its my job to figure out new strategies and tactics that the military could use. We had thought of so many different plans. We could go into enemy territory and infiltrate…well what we were plotting was not important. What is, is what me and the president were discussing. "You see Greg, I didn’t appoint you six years ago to the position you hold so you could have fun scheming and just talk about tit. We need action and we need it fast." This guy surprised me. You would think that the president of The United States of America would be a little more formal or proper. But he just cut right to the chase. I guess this just wasn’t time for formality. "We need these god damn men captured. I don’t care how you do it but if I lose one more citizen due to your blunders, you WILL wake up in a coffin. I cannot afford these mistakes anymore" the way the guy said it was just eerie. He was pissed and this could not have meant anything good for me. "Sir-" "you know my name use it." Taken aback I replied "ok, Joshua Lamoundue, Japanese operatives have been under suspicion for quite sometime. But we did not want another world war two on our hands so we have sent in government spies to infiltrate their emperor’s office. We have not had any luck yet in discovering if they have any terrorist roots…" I paused while he thought about what I said. His reply took me by surprise he said, "watch this." He pulled out a remote from his desk. He pointed it towards what looked to be a concealed window. A panel opened like in the movies and he had a wide screen TV. He turned it onto a news station. The lady on the screen was talking, she was saying" we now have some reports about who made these vicious attacks. Here is a video tape that was released to the press a short time ago." They showed a clip with a bearded man sitting and talking into a camera. His words were being translated on the bottom. " America and the economy will be destroyed. We have taken our first steps into achieving this goal. Our great will assist us in this journey. But America will be ridden from the face of our planet!" they stopped playing the clip and the president turned off the TV and closed the doors. He looked at me with this look on his face like what the hell are you going to do now? Predictably the next words out of his mouth were" what the hell are you going to do now?" I replied "it would appear that I have a lot of work to track down these Saudi Arabian bastards. We will get information from others first to do this most effectively." "Whatever. Just get me result damnit! I don’t care how you do it. But if you don’t you will have a bounty on your head greater than any other could give!" I started to oppose what he was saying but he over ruled me and told me that I was dismissed and to leave his office. I left. Later that night I called up everyone on my team. Adam and Tyler were the first I called. See I had an idea. They were these scientists that I have known forever. They were doing some weird program where they had been tracking like a hundred people since they were born. The whole thing just creeped me out. But I figured we could use them none the less. They said they were in. then I called up May, Laura, Amanda, and Stephanie. They were these girls I met in some club. Turns out they were all amazing secretaries in some crummy office. So I called them up and they said they would help me. But not for free. Of course nothing ever comes free. Lastly I called up Joey, Justin, bobby, Chris, Danny, Craig, and Eric. They were really good friends of mine in college. Now they are rich and have these beautiful wives. Which reminds me I need to tell you about m wife sometime. But anyways, so I called them and they agreed to help me but only if they could participate. I said sure I could even use them. I knew what I was doing was wrong but none the less my ass was on the line. Everything was set up. A week later we all met. Adam and Tyler decided that they could do the experimenting and testing. The girls would keep meticulous records and work on security systems. And the others would serve as guards and such. So now that everything was set up Danny and Craig would pool together some money and we bought a small island off the coast of Chile. We had a facility built and an old fort restored for offices and living quarters. Everything was set up. We all got on a plane said, goodbye to our families and took off. We arrived like a day later and were jet lagged. So we all plopped down in the rec. room and slept. All but me, I couldn’t sleep. I spent the night preparing the place. I set up the computers, tested the lights, set up the bedrooms and all that stuff. Everyone woke up and we got set to work. The girls recorded what Adam and Tyler were doing. They sent a letter to all those people that they had been tracking. Telling them that their plane fair was already paid for and to come for a free vacation. A few days later they all arrived. We gave the speech and here we are six days later. Three successful tortures have taken place. Justin and Bobby have been taking care of everything. And that’s about where we are today.




Chapter 5

Stewart Rainhard:

I could here screams behind me. I withdrew the knife from his back. The man had caused me too much pain already and I hadn’t even got what I came for. His bobby slid to the floor and a pool of blood began swirling around him. I turned around and his wife was standing there. Screaming like there was no tomorrow. If the neighbors heard that one might call the cops. I started towards her and the man on the floor muttered "run Mary run" he was raising his hand, which then just dropped. Partially from loss of blood and partially from the knife I was now pulling from his throat. His wife began to run. She dove towards the stairs and I ran up them after her. She ran into a room and slammed the door. I knew she was calling the police. I charged at the door full pace and slammed into it knocking it cleanly off the hinges. She dropped the phone and I walked over to her and smashed the phone with my foot. She screamed with tears rolling down her cheeks. She was pleading with me to let her live. But she had seen my face and that could not be allowed. I grabbed her and held out the knife so that when I pulled her in she walked into the knife, which pierced her throat. I jerked it to the left so it tore itself out. She was dead before she hit the ground. I knew there were still three more things that needed to be done and two of them were murders. I proceeded down the hall to the last room on the right. I pushed the door open gently and saw a sleeping boy. He was about thirteen, which was the worst part. Had he been like ten I could have sparred him. Instead I just did it quickly. I walked up to his resting body grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He began to stir so I slit his throat cleanly. He stopped abruptly. I left. I knew I was crying and there was no need to stop. I moved back down the hall and down the stairs towards the bathroom. There was a girl’s voice coming from the shower singing merrily. This was the hardest part of all. I opened the door and saw that she was in the shower. She was about sixteen. I proceeded towards the shower with the bloody knife held in my hand. I was to do this quick. But when I pulled the shower curtain back and realized who was standing there I could not do it. I tried I really did I came at her with the knife and right as I was about to swing my arm down and take with it the young girls life I stopped and dropped the knife. The kept starring at me and screaming trying to back further into the corner that she could not go any deeper into. I hit her over the head and she crumpled to the floor. But that was all I could bring myself to do. I ran. I ran to the garage and grabbed the necklace. The stupid necklace that I was paid to retrieve for some rich snob who was afraid to do his own dirty work. I did not realize whom the people I killed were until after I left. After the sirens wailed at me screaming my name as they went down the street in packs of squad cars. The girl in the shower was a girl I used to baby sit. She was so dear to me and then they moved and I hadn’t seen them since. Anyway I was running down the streets and ran into a tree branch. It startled me and I felt a bloody scrape on my face. I realized that my mask was not on any longer. That meant that she saw my face. From that day on I was on the run. And the mark of the tree branch served as a constant reminder of that dreadful night. Then saw a wall in front of me. It was completely white and I realized that I was day dreaming. I shook my head a little and my senses came back to life. I was starring at the wall in my room. It was all dented from all the times I had hit it. I keep trying to forget that night but it would resurface every now and then. So I was sitting there and my lunch came in the slot like every other day. That was the only way you could tell the time was by the meals that the sent in. at first I was always plotting ways to grab their hands and try to force them to open the door. But nothing ever worked. So after while I gave up and started thinking of ways to get out of here by breaking down my window. So I sat there eating my lunch and thinking of ways to bust the steel cage around the prison of a window. After I finished I chucked the tray in the corner. I kept seeing Julie’s face everywhere. That was the girl’s name. She was probably about twenty-five or so by now. I don’t know. Then I heard my name being called. "Stewart Rainhard stand up please." I stood up, not because I was being told to, but because of the shock of hearing another voice for the first time in days. I stood there and they told me to stand and wait there so I did. I heavily armed guard came in and put me in cuffs. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I seriously regretted coming here now. I decided to save my strength and not fight him until I knew what was going on. He brought me down the hall like I had been in so many days ago. The dropped me off in some room where he was joined by another guard named Bobby and they closed and stood in front of the door. Two more men walked in white lab coats. They said to call them one and two. That was odd but I accepted the fact none the less. They started asking mequestions like my name a birthdate and that general stuff. It was all correct but I wouldn’t reply. I didn’t want them to know that they had the right man. I pretended like I couldn’t hear them. After a few minutes they left and the guards grabbed me and took me down stairs and in some room. It had a yellow glow in it from the lights and the paint was chipped off and burnt. The guards closed the door behind them. Then one and two came in and stood about six feet in front of me. The guards came towards me and I posed ready to fight them. But I guess that wasn’t really something I thought I could achieve from the beginning. I smashed one in the face and took the others face right down into my knee. As he dropped the first one rose and I kicked him between his legs. He crumpled immediately but when I turned back around the second guy was back on his face bleeding and holding some weird button. I glanced at it but before I had time to distinguish what it was my body was twitching uncontrollably and rolling all around the floor. After a few seconds it stopped and I could smell singed hair. I knew it was mine. They had just electrocuted me and there was nothing I could do about it. I stood back in front of them and one kicked out my leg while the other beat my face into the floor. Couldn’t breath because everything that entered my nostrils was blood. Finally they hoisted me off the ground and I took several deep breaths. They chained me to a wall and I was half expecting to see some guy walk out calling himself the dungeon master. But it didn’t happen. Instead one and two looked at my limp body then into my eyes and said three simple words. "Who hired you."
It was something that I never wanted to answer let alone be asked in my life. So I didn’t say anything. Some weird arm came at me and pierced my skin on my forearm. It hurt like hell and it was directly on my vein. I didn’t talk. I promised myself so many years ago that I would never speak of that day. Ever. They asked again" who hired you". I still said nothing. The hand on the arm began to open. It was tearing my barren flesh right open before my eyes. I was screaming it hurt so much and they did it all slowly. It finally stopped opening. They asked me again and again and again. And I still wouldn’t say a word. The hand fully open and began tearing its way up my right arm. I started screaming "I killed them all! Every ****ing one of them except the girl! Joey hired me to get some necklace that he wanted!" they wanted more but I wouldn’t say why he wanted it. He never told me. At this point the hand gripped the vain in my arm and begun to pull it directly out of my arm. I was shaking and twitching and crying but I had absolutely no control. Finally it ripped the vain cleanly out. There were the ends left in my fingers hanging out of my grueling arm. They started screaming their goddamn question at me. I was remembering and telling them why but they didn’t believe me. Finally they drilled the arm directly into my stomach and began to pull my stomach directly out from me. My blood was running on the floor and I swear that it was forming the shape of Julie’s face. When I saw that face lying in a coffin of my blood I yelled it at the top of my lungs. "****s and giggles! He wanted the necklace to see if he could get it!" the hand stopped exactly where it was. One and two unchained me and I fell to the floor. My body hit the ground but I still felt like I was on that wall starring at her face in my blood. I couldn’t feel the pain all I knew was that girl’s face and how I had taken away from her the only family she ever had. One and two thanked me and said my services were appreciated. I had no clue what they were talking about. The guards dragged me into a corner and…

Justin Castle:

We shot him. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. The fact that someone could actually think these kinds of tortures up. Bobby and me killed him quickly so he wouldn’t suffer anymore. One quick bullet in the brain. That’s all I could bring myself to do. But its what he said that bothered me. He killed them all for a necklace that he was only getting for a man who just wanted to see if he could do it. I began to think, am I any better than this man. Simply killing seemingly innocent men and women so another mans life will be spared to save more lives by taking away others. I was no more than the dead pile of flesh and bones in front of me. I started wondering about my wife back home. She was a beautiful woman. Her name was Amy. I missed her with all my heart and I could never tell her what I was doing. I would write to her everyday and tell her how I was. And tell her that I loved her but I just wanted to be able to see her. I couldn’t though. I was really wondering that if some guy could do this to other people than what could happen to Amy? But I pushed the thought out of my head. I bent down and scooped his remains into another black bag. Every day becoming the same. I didn’t care that he had nearly killed me by fighting back. I cared that a man could be destroyed like this not as punishment for his crimes but for an experiment. It wasn’t right. After I got him in the black bag I hoisted him up and over my shoulder. Bobby tucked a black rose directly into the sack. I rose my head up to the ceiling and spoke aloud for the first time after a killing. "Lord, pleases forgive us for what we are doing. I know that this is wrong and absurd but I am sorry. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Please forgive our sins and this mans. May his soul rest in heaven with you almighty. Amen." I hung my head and walked out of the room leaving Bobby behind me in shock.

Chapter 6
Michael Turnini:
I was lying on my bed. At first they had tried to hide everything that was going on outside of our rooms. But I guess now that its been like a week and we all know how this is going to end up they just stopped caring what we knew. But one could stay awake all night just listening to those screams. People crying for help as they were slowly murdered. Sometimes you could hear the grinding of bones or the faint splatter of blood. Once we even heard an explosion. But the screams. You would never get used to them. They brought me back. Back a long time ago that I will never talk about. So I was sitting in my bed and I heard another person being dragged away, kicking and punching their way down the hall. Then you heard nothing. I don’t know what happened when you heard nothing but it still scared me. Then you could hear again. The screams got louder and louder but oddly they sounded more far away. And then they stopped. The person just stopped screaming and all you could hear was your own breathing. Your own heart beat as it beat faster and faster and faster until you heard the final and loudest scream come from somewhere and everything stopped. Right then you just knew that the person was dead. And I always said a silent prayer. But then you heard a door open and shut and two men sobbing. Ones name was Bobby but I never heard the others. They were always crying a little. So I sat in my bed dreading what I knew would be coming. My number would be up one of these days and I had no way to fight. I had no weapons and no knowledge of what was going on. I looked into the corner and saw my pile of trays. I wondered what the would do with them once I was gone. If they were smart they would throw them away and leave no evidence but I just don’t know if they would think of that. I knew I wanted people to know I was here and that I died. So I would put my fingerprints all over the walls in patterns that spelt out little messages. Like one said who I was and that I died here due to a murder I did not yet know how it would happen. It asked for help and asked my family to remember me and how I met my demise. And I spit on the trays on the floor so that hopefully someone could find my DNA on them. So as I laid on my bed thinking of more ways to be remembered my name was called. "Michael turini! Stand at attention at your door. Do you understand?" I spit out my answer and they stopped talking. Well this is it. I don’t know how this was going to happen or when or most importantly why. But it was. And I decided to take my death like a man. I stood up at my door facing the guard who had just opened the door. He looked at me and I looked at him. I was a little bigger than he was but I knew I was out matched. He put me into cuffs and we walked away down to a room. This was the room where the first set of screams stopped. I walked into it and the guard joined by another closed and guarded the door behind me. They really didn’t need to I wasn’t going to fight. I wouldn’t win so there was no need to. A few minutes later two other men walked in and told me call them one and two. Seemed pretty stupid but I did anyway. One started reading off a bunch of questions and I knew that it was all correct. So I confirmed the answers and they thanked me. I thought it was quite odd at how polite they were. They left the room and the guards carried me down the hall and down some stairs to another room. The room scared the hell out of me. It had a pool in it with a small boat and it was set up to look like a bog. They brought me to the boat, which was not yet in the water and cuffed me to it. I didn’t like this one bit, it started making me think back to the night with my family… the guards stood on the edge of the pool and one and two walked in. they stood on the opposite end of the pool, facing me. Then they said the most shocking thing; they asked me about my daughter. "Where is your youngest daughter, Jennifer?" I was so taken aback that I didn’t answer anyway. They asked me again and I told them that I did not know. They signaled the guards who walked up to me and pushed the boat into the water. I was really scared I didn’t want to have to relive what happened again. The night I lost a part of me. They asked me again and I still said that I did not know anything about what they were talking about. They pressed a button and the boat moved out in the middle and started to rock. I yelped. I never really knew a human could do that but I still did it. The water was splashing up into my face and I could not wipe it away. I was frozen. I had use of my arms. But I was too scared. They asked me again and I stood up to yell at them that I didn’t know but they pressed another button and the boat rocked so hard I fell face first onto the bow. That hurt. My nose was bleeding but I didn’t think that I had it any worse than the others did. I couldn’t stand back up because my feet were strapped to the bottom of the boat so I just maneuvered my was back to where I could comfortably sit. I got back but still nothing was comfortable anymore. I was drenched from all the rocking and the water mingling with my blood looked like a weird Kool-Aid. That hurt because that was Jenny's favorite drink. And as it drained out to the corner of the boat it looked just like my little baby was drinking it. So they repeated the question and this time I just spat in their direction. They rocked the boat so that I fell out. My head was under the water but my feet and legs were still in the boat. I couldn’t breathe I was thrashing all over the place and trying to pull myself back in the boat. But I couldn’t. Everything started to get all cloudy and I drifted off…I was coughing and sptiitng out the water. Some how I had got back into the boat. I was on my back looking at the ceiling. I saw little faces floating o n it and wondered if I was dreaming or just dead already. Nether I forced my self into a sitting position and looked at one and two. They asked me again what happened to jenny and I broke down and started crying. I guess a 35-year-old man isn’t supposed to be crying but I couldn’t stop. I poured out the story "me and the family were out in our canoe off the island. Some fish hit the bottom and rocked it. The fish was huge. The boat started tipping and the girls started scrambling around trying to balance it out. I told them to stop but they wouldn’t listen. The boat tipped over and me and all four girls fell out. It flipped upside down and Kelly, my wife, was swimming over she had Libby and holly in her arms. But where was jenny? I started swimming around trying to find my daughter but I just couldn’t. I had Kelly pull in the others to the shore but I dint leave those waters. I flipped the boat back up and dove under it. I opened my eyes and the nasty lake burnt my eyes. But I didn’t care I needed to find jenny. I dove forward under the water with my arms outstretched. Nothing. I went further and further down into the water and still felt nothing. I went back up for air and I didn’t find her. Once more I dove to the bottom and still found nothing. I must have been down there for about four minutes and I passed out. I floated to the top and Kelly dove in and pulled me out. We started scanning the waters for jenny but didn’t see anything. Kelly called the police and they came with a search team. They sent us home. Kelly was crying and I was nearly fist fighting the cops so they wouldn’t make me leave. But they did. And every year since then I returned to that spot on the shore and prayed on her soul. I sat there for the entire day and never moved. After the dark came I left." One and two thanked me and said I would not go to the after life in vain. They left and the guards pulled me out of the boat and brought me off to another room. They placed me in a corner and I asked them if they would please kill me now. One of them said yes and said that he was sorry for everything that I had to put up with. I muttered something under my breath and…
Justin Castle:
Wow. Another one dead and I’m still here disposing of them. Im beginning to wonder if any of this is worth it…



Chapter 7
Carlos Jose` Larez –
"It’s ok, sweetie. The only thing you need to worry about is getting the kids to school on time" I said as I shut the light out. As I pulled the string to turn the light out I heard a crash. So, I stood up and told Sally, my wife, to stay in bed. She kissed me and I got up because ewe figured it was probably just one of the kids knocking something over when trying to sneak and get something. Got to love toddlers. I kissed her back and wen downstairs.
"Jerry?" I said to the dark.
"Ben?" I said a little louder this time.
I heard no reply. I rapped Jerry’s door with my knuckles and it creaked open, eerily. I set a foot in. I grinned because there was a big lump in the bed that I knew had to be Jerry. I pulled the blankets from over his face… but what I saw made me hit the ground. My son’s face was littered with cuts and another tug at the blanket revealed a gash in his throat with something very odd sticking out from his jugular was an ace of spades. Black as coal and with streaks of coagulating blood running in circles around the spade in the center. I was crying. A man burst from the closet and I grabbed the nearest thing to me, Jerry’s skateboard, and swung at his face. It smashed him directly in the nose, lifting him off of his feet and throwing him to the floor. I stomped on his testicles and he screamed in sever pain. I don’t know what came over me, but I smashed my fists, arms, legs, the skateboard, and everything near me into every part of his body I could physically reach. He was pleading for his life with small gasps of bubbling breath and blood mixtures, but I kept beating him. Finally I snaked my hand up his pant leg and he started screaming. Well, as good as he could with half a tongue since I slammed his jaw into it forcing him to bite off his own tongue. I laughed at him and continued letting my hand crawl up his leg. His eyes were wide and tearing. When my fingers reached the tip of his testicles they wrapped around them forming a loose ball. He tried flailing but had no energy to do so. My hand slowly tightened and twisted and squeezed. He was squirming and doing every possibly thing he could to fight back. But he didn’t give my son that option, so he doesn’t get it either. My hand begun to feel wet as a sickly fluid coursed my fingers and a pus oozed from his half-on man parts…
"Oomph." My face hit tile again. ****! I was still in this dreaded place! There were these men asking my questions about the night I just hallucinated into again. My flesh was being torn from my body but I wasn’t about to talk about what happened; even facing death. There was a chunk of my arm that was dangling from my wrist. It was splotched with blood and my veins were wiggling all around. Though I had numbed out, it probably would have been rather interesting to see from a third person perspective. Anyway, I was about to pass out but something stopped me. I started drifting back to that night again but snapped myself back to reality and stood up; swaying as I did so. My eyes locked onto the…
Justin Castle –
Again, I can’t take this. I lay this man to rest. I lay a rose over his heart. But what about my heart? When do I get to rest? I don’t want to see this… I don’t want to do this anymore… This will end. And soon.
Chapter 8
Kristian Billintriky:
Is abuse really wrong? I know what I have done is bad, but I don’t care. I guess I loved her but she didn’t love me back. I guess I hurt her too much. Some guy named jay came and took her from her. I guess it was all for the best. I never should have hit her but I did. When she fell down the stairs I shouldn’t have laughed but I did. When she broke her nose I shouldn’t have stepped on her face but I did. She shouldn’t have been bleeding. But she was. I shouldn’t have dragged her off down stairs and beat her but I did. But she shouldn’t have been looking at that other man. So ill drop it, I shouldn’t even think about it. So I’m sitting in my room. It’s all white and prisony. The cages on the windows mad me laugh. I was ripping out my hair because there was nothing better to do. It’s fun. Don’t judge me though, I am actually quite sane. To an extent. Not many people know about my past, the reason that I am the way I am today. I’ve never really talked about it despite the various psychologists and shrinks. They never thought that I’m important so I guess I’m just not. But whatever who cares. Have you ever had a fear deeper then your darkest secret? A secret you keep locked away forever and until you until one day it comes out and you really have no control over it? Well I do, and today is that day. My mother was a serial killer and my father was killed. Nobody know if it was by my mother or not all we know is that the day dad died is the last day that anyone has ever seen my mother. He died of electrusion. Have you ever heard your own father’s screams of terror and pain? I did. I smelt his singed flesh and I disposed of his body. Not mom or anyone else. I was a six-year-old and I was the one that had to stare into my father’s life less eyes as I buried his body. And when I turned back to leave his grave I knew I heard him say to me "the key is in the epitaph." I’ve been looking for that mysterious key ever since the sad day of Christmas Eve of 2001. And I guess his death has made me very abusive seeing that I can’t cope with it. But no one ever saw my dad as important…so I just don’t know anymore. I kept looking for that key…it was in the epitaph…all that his epitaph said was "here lies my soul, never to ascend to heaven or descend to hell. To rest and stay here in this desolate town. The key to my life is only my love for my son." He wrote that before ho died obviously. Did that make me they key or something? Did he have like, another son that I didn’t know about or something? I knew the key must open up his box. Oh I forgot to tell you about this box he had. It was a little steel box kind of creepy looking and all but nonetheless it was his prized possession. It had some tribal designs on it that looked like this:
Odd looking huh? It was said that this was some sort of magical box that when opened would make the possessor happy for all of eternity. A load of horse bull if you ask me. But it was important to my father so I need to know how to open that box. KRISTIAN MELLE BILLINTRIKY. That’s my full name. Do you see any keys in that name? And even so what do I have to do with anything? I fell asleep thinking of those kind of things. And I dreamt about them too. Dad walked in holding the box. He said son you are the key. Dad handed me the box and I looked at it. I said what do you want me to do with it? He said open it. But I didn’t want to open the box; it was dad’s box to open. He kept pushing the box at me and I didn’t want to so I told him I didn’t want to. He said son you are the holder and proper opener of this box. So I finally took his stupid box. But it wouldn’t open. I threw it on the ground. It burst open into a cloudy swirl of golden yellow dust. Dad was shouting out in joy and smiling his head off, it was crazy. I saw a glint of light in the corner of the luminescent room and dad stopped yelling. I heard a thud and the dust faded. As I turned around dad wasn’t there I yelled for him and mom said he’d be back in a minute. I shrugged and sat down on the couch with the box to wait for my dad. All of a sudden I heard him screaming in pain. I ran to what happened but I almost couldn’t take the smell. he was burning. I looked at dad on the floor twitching and he was wired to the wall. Mom was laughing at him. Then she saw me and ran. That was the last time that I have ever seen my mother. Dad was still twitching and his wrists were burnt strait through. I smacked him with a board and he came loose from the electric socket. But I still didn’t know what to do. He was saying stuff but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was dragging him down the stairs and outside. After I called the cops I returned the box to the shelf… Finally I woke up. I was seating and there was a man calling my damned name through somewhere, I really wish he would shut the hell up. He told me to wait at my door and blah blah blah. I don’t care I couldn’t stop thinking about the damn dream. As I was being dragged out into handcuffs, I realized everything. The first letter in my name was a k. the last letter of my middle and last names are e and y. dad always said study things front to back to back. K-e-y. All I ever had to do was say into the box k-e-y. Those three damned letters and all of this would have never happened. They took me to some room with another few guys and kept asking questions. I didn’t pay attention. I was thinking about Ally. If I had opened that box I would have been happy and have never hit her. God, did I love her. If we had gotten that box open sooner mom would have never fried dad. damn me and my stupidity not realizing to just talk to that ****ing box. How stupid I am to have never realized! They started dragging me off again this time down to some room. I saw a chair with wires on it and immediately freaked out. I nearly flew towards the door. You see, remember that secret I told you about earlier? Well ever since mom killed dad through that electric socket, I have been terrified of electricity. I even flip out during little storms. And when I saw that electric chair I lost it. I was scrambling towards the door and ready to kill someone to get the hell out of that room. But they forced me into it and strapped me to it. I gave up and just started trembling and crying. They asked me what happened to dad but I couldn’t answer a question like that. They slammed a lever down and my fingers started to curl forwards. And under and into my palm and my arms twisted and my hair stood up and my legs embraced the chair the same as my back and neck did. I felt a mild pain. That was an electric shock? That’s not so bad. They asked me again and I told them dad was killed. They smiled as they slammed the lever back down. This time it hurt, my body lurched forward as if I had slammed on some invisible brakes. My neck veins protruded from my throat as my body was nearly melting. My hair was standing at attention to the men that were torturing their owner. I realized that I was screaming too. I have no clue what I was yelling though. They stopped and I still screamed and yelled and swore. They asked where mom was but I didn’t know, and when I told them that they zapped me again. I cant take I started screaming all about the kill and they did nothing they laughed as they fried me and my veins popped from my body one by one. As my head boiled and my brain cooked I knew this was the end. I knew I would finally be back with dad and then at last…
Justin Castle: that’s was just the weirdest kill we’ve done so far. You look at this guy and I mean of course you feel bad given that his mother murdered his father the same way we did him but it was harder to look at that point when you couldn’t even get over the fact that there were veins as distinct as wires, popping out of this mans skull and brain and arms and legs and…I shudder just thinking about it. we unstrapped him and carried his body out to a dispersal unit that would compact it and dispose of it so nobody would ever find any traces. We put him in the compactor, which somehow squished the remains into a capsule that one could mistake as Tylenol. We dropped it in the river and another black rose next to it. I asked god to please take him to heaven and forgive his sins. I still cried and I couldn’t help it. I just didn’t care about a few tears anymore. I have a plan, and these tortures will not keep going.
Kara Rainwater-
I lay down on my face, beaten deep into the floor with my dignity embedded into the never ending depths of the carpet. My mind slowly drifted off into a daze of colors and illusions, then back to the deformed reality in which I resided. It was not the pain that bothered me, but the memories that flooded my mind and bathed my consciemce in disdain. I shouldered my morals as my body was involuntarily lurched up. I stared down my attacker, eyes ablaze with a multitude of negative emotions. The loathing, the deep hatred penetrable only by the one I loved taken from me, showed more distinct then a battle scar. He pulled my head forward thrusting a syringe into my ever-pulsing neck. Ah, the neck, a predators most valued attacking point I thought to myself. I could feel the sedation pulsating through me as I fought it, staving it off one blood cell at a time. I’m not too sure how, but I won the little battle within my own veins and cast the illusion that I was, as they say, "playing dead." The predator reconsidered delivering a coup de grace’ to me but I don’t think he felt the empathy nor had the heart if he did. So as he turned his back I stumbled to the table and swiped is knife. A beautiful brute of a blade it was, the jewels sparkling in place with the tear drops of my flesh streaming down the edge. I fell forward directly into my pre-meditated destination striking the man in the back with his own knife. Though it’s a direct defiance of my integrity, I stabbed him with his own weapon. I wonder if I’ll go to hell for this? The law says it’s a forgivable sin, and I was just defending myself. I don’t know, I guess if I did then I would be the one in charge. The man’s body slid to the floor and lay hunched as if he were merely tired. I ran, I ran far from that place. I never wanted to remember that again. That all changed in the room I’m reminiscing in now. These men dragged me here, scared; shaking, pale as a ghost they brought me, unconsentiully, to this lock-down facility. The walls embedded with the screams of terror heard each night by the inhabitants of this crude structure. The floors, bearing the imprints of my feet as I paced the tiles, counting each one. The ceiling with its many patterns of hearts and animals. That ceiling, my solitary sky, brought a wave of depression over me. It reminded me of now I may never see a bird fly or a child walk may never read another book or see another person. The ceiling was the infinite doomsday weapon to the emotionally frail. I should have cherished what was out there before it was so hastily withdrawn from my grasp, tangible only to the mind eye. I lay down onto my plain white bed and thought. Not about anything in particular, maybe not about anything at all. I drifted off into a slumber and dreamt; though, I’m still not sure what it was about. I was awoken to have the men back in my room and pulling me up. I fought a little at first, then sort of gave up. I decided to conserve my energy. So we walked down a tear stained hall into a plain white room. The doors concealed by heavily guarded men. They asked me questions, age name, hair color, the usual stuff to verify identification. I passed I guess because I was aloud to progress onto the next room, which I suppose I really should not have been so thrilled about entering. As soon as I walked into the room, I was struck over the head. A blow to end all blows, I felt the ringing in my ears and my thoughts rebounding around my head I was sure my brain was collapsing into dust but when I continued to remain conscience I discarded that theory. Therefore, I was struck again and again, men beating me violently. When they paused I could see their faces swimming before me and then I saw the swift movement of a club to the face. Blood was gushing from my face and I collapsed to the floor. I didn’t realize until now, but they had been asking me questions. I continued to lay on the floor trying to contemplate their inquisitions. "Why did you stab him!", "who was the man who attacked you?", "should we stab you now too?" These questions were floating around my mind and I’m still not too sure how I answered them. What I do remember is screaming and yelling. "No, I don’t know why I ****ing stabbed him! He came at me, I don’t give a **** what you think!" One man picked me up and forced my hands behind my back, gripping them in his one-handed clutch. He raised his hand up my skirt and I smashed my head into his nose. The man fell to the floor and a pool of blood circulated around his facial area. The next man came back at me and an animalistic instinct came over me: fight or flight, I chose fight. The man swung his bat at me, I ducked and brought my knee up, driving it deep into his kidney. He staggered and I took advantage of the moment to release a fury of kicks and punches. I leapt onto his back and clawed every inch I could find, I pulled his hair and bit him. Finally, the seemingly relentless man dropped to the ground. Another man cam at me, I looked around and so an endless mass of them three coming towards me with sharpened objects. One man swung with a bat I ducked and kicked the back of his hand, the bat went flying p and I caught it. the next three started trying to stab me or something so I blocked them. I kicked out ones knees and tripped the others. The last man, a big brute, punched at me knocking me to the ground. As I saw the others begin to stir, I knew I had to finish this man quickly. I smashed between his legs with my bat and he fell. I grabbed two of the sharpened objects, sword maybe, and ran. The door on my way was no challenge, I kicked it off the hinges and watched it bounce around the hallway. I ran out into a main lobby and a woman started to scream and pick up a phone;. I swung my blade and her head rolled away. Next I ran towards a set of double doors and kicked at them. Nothing. Two men came at me from he other side and they swiped key cards to open them. I cut off ones arms and stuck my blade through the others forehead. I grabbed the key card and swiped at every door I could find, people were piling out of the rooms in a frenzy and following me as they did. "CODE 22! CODE 22!" I heard over the announcer. A small amount of staff members were coming down the hall at us, about 10 maybe. There was about forty of us so I wasn’t too worried. I guess my allies had gained weapons from my kills so we were almost all armed. They came at us shooting and swinging, and we came at them slashing and spitting. Any piece of uniformed flesh I saw in my sight I sliced at. There were arms flying around my head, legs soaring through the blood-ridden air. I saw heads rolling around the floor and severed torsos lying motionless. The scene…a mash of blood and flesh, I almost couldn’t take it. Then I remembered how I needed to save my life, and the lives of these people. Down the corridor, slice at person, smash open doors, kick, punch, attack! That’s all I could think about. I saw it! a door labeled "exit" we bolted and I charged full force right at the door. I bounced off it. that hurt. I slashed some more and kicked at it. Finally, three big men in my little army charged it, knocking it down. Then all I could see was whiteness…so weird. Shadows lurking directly in front of me. I realized it was just the sun that I hadn’t seen in forever. We were free! I jumped out into the daylight and bathed my body in the warmth of life. I got everyone out as soon as I could and I saw a little hut labeled "for emergencies only. "We opened the unlocked door and inside lay a single hand grenade on a mountain of lighter fluid and matches. Be hauled it off and begun to soak the building in gasoline. I lit a match and threw it at the structure. What a beautiful sight it was, I’ll never forget it. the building engulfed in flames and the screams, so familiar to me, echoing the rooms. The others in the background were cheering. Then I saw one figure, ablaze in the flames licking his body. Staggering out the door and onto the steps. It was the director, the man who told us he was going to kill us all. I looked him and he saw me, standing in front of everyone else with tears in my eyes. He stared at me and I thought "should I spare his life?…"but before I had the chance to truly contemplate the predicament I bit off the pin and launched the grenade into the sky. As is struck the ground I saw the director blow back into the walls from which the fire was pouring. He wasn’t moving. I knew then that I had become the very monster I vowed I would never become.
Justin castle: we could see the fire from our hut but me and Bobby did nothing. We knew we should be in that building, roasting like the others were. However, we stayed put. Nobody saw our barracks. We were safe for now. For now.