(continued) Benedict rushed over to the child, but she too, was dead. She died from drowning in her fathers oddly colored blood. He was stunned, his mind was shattered. "Did someone kill him before I could?" Tainted by the disastrous feeling of defeat, Benedict simply took the same fate as Conrad's daughter. He took out the kill list and scratched his own name off. He wept as he plunged his face into the immense amount of blood, knowing that this was the time of his death. This was the end.
(continued) He sharpened his toothbrush and gritted his teeth. He waited patiently for days. Annoyed, he rashly approached the door and proceeded to kick it open. Benedict was immediately greeted with an awful stench, that could only be described as death . Benedict roamed the house until he ended up in what seemed to be a babies room. Benedict was confused. "He doesn't have a wife. Does he?" He was welcomed with a horrific sight. Conrad had shot himself in the head in front of his child. The baby was lying in a pool of her father's blood, face down.
(continued) He snatched up the kill list, a bottle of Febreeze, a nail file, and his toothbrush. The room was suddenly filled with his illustrious bloodlust. It was time to kill the bastard that sold him a crappy Big Wheel. Benedict scanned the list for his name - and there it was. Conrad Tibbetts. He wasn't married, was treated poorly by his job, and was resented in the community for being a dirty slob. The perfect target. Benedict rushed towards Conrad's house - It was on the next street. He waited outside the back door, hiding in the trees, where his bloodlust was concealed.
(continued) "They should really make these for adults," he remarked as he awkwardly shoved himself into his Big Wheel. He was harassed and ridiculed by the public the entire way home. "Look who's not getting off the kill list." Benedict stood, but was unable to dismount from his Big Wheel. Frustrated, he banged it against a tree. Despair and regret consumed him immediately. The front wheel broke off. Benedict was no engineer. What he was, was furious. He charged at the front door of his trailer and busted in with his shoulder.
Benedict Imler was a very peculiar fellow. He worked at the Starbucks on the corner, and always greeted guests with an unsettling smile, as if he were analyzing them, wondering if they were worthy enough to have their names scratched off the kill list. Benedict was called in for a busy shift on a Sunday morning. 4 hours into the shift - the kill list hasn't gotten any shorter. His patience however, was growing thin. Benedict flailed about in place for 12 seconds before making a dash for the back door. Benedict busted through the door and proceeded to abandon his workplace.
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cool story! you write it yourself?
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(continued) Benedict rushed over to the child, but she too, was dead. She died from drowning in her fathers oddly colored blood. He was stunned, his mind was shattered. "Did someone kill him before I could?" Tainted by the disastrous feeling of defeat, Benedict simply took the same fate as Conrad's daughter. He took out the kill list and scratched his own name off. He wept as he plunged his face into the immense amount of blood, knowing that this was the time of his death. This was the end.
dxtr!
(continued) He sharpened his toothbrush and gritted his teeth. He waited patiently for days. Annoyed, he rashly approached the door and proceeded to kick it open. Benedict was immediately greeted with an awful stench, that could only be described as death . Benedict roamed the house until he ended up in what seemed to be a babies room. Benedict was confused. "He doesn't have a wife. Does he?" He was welcomed with a horrific sight. Conrad had shot himself in the head in front of his child. The baby was lying in a pool of her father's blood, face down.
dxtr!
(continued) He snatched up the kill list, a bottle of Febreeze, a nail file, and his toothbrush. The room was suddenly filled with his illustrious bloodlust. It was time to kill the bastard that sold him a crappy Big Wheel. Benedict scanned the list for his name - and there it was. Conrad Tibbetts. He wasn't married, was treated poorly by his job, and was resented in the community for being a dirty slob. The perfect target. Benedict rushed towards Conrad's house - It was on the next street. He waited outside the back door, hiding in the trees, where his bloodlust was concealed.
dxtr!
(continued) "They should really make these for adults," he remarked as he awkwardly shoved himself into his Big Wheel. He was harassed and ridiculed by the public the entire way home. "Look who's not getting off the kill list." Benedict stood, but was unable to dismount from his Big Wheel. Frustrated, he banged it against a tree. Despair and regret consumed him immediately. The front wheel broke off. Benedict was no engineer. What he was, was furious. He charged at the front door of his trailer and busted in with his shoulder.
dxtr!
Benedict Imler was a very peculiar fellow. He worked at the Starbucks on the corner, and always greeted guests with an unsettling smile, as if he were analyzing them, wondering if they were worthy enough to have their names scratched off the kill list. Benedict was called in for a busy shift on a Sunday morning. 4 hours into the shift - the kill list hasn't gotten any shorter. His patience however, was growing thin. Benedict flailed about in place for 12 seconds before making a dash for the back door. Benedict busted through the door and proceeded to abandon his workplace.