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| Premeir | Started by: Premeir on Apr 11, '08 19:55 |
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(OOC oldie but good, got some requests to bring her back have a read) In my personal opinion one of the most beautiful and fulfilling things in this world, is watching a person, who is strong mentally and physically be broke. You probably don't know this, but I will be looking at a broken man soon. That man will be you. You work for Don Abele; you are his Right hand man. You have seen and done some very evil things on your climb to the top of the food chain. In your quest to seize power, you have had family's murdered, wives raped, husbands killed. I admire your will to do anything and your will power to have no remorse for your crimes against humanity. Your wife knows what you do, I'm sure it sickens her, what is it she tells your kids you do? Oh yes that's right, you work at a computer company. Don Abele went too far he has been moving in on other people's territory, he doesn't understand what the meaning of No is. Normally I would kill him, but that isn't what I am gong to do. I am going to teach him his lesson through you. You are his best friend, like a brother to him. You eat at his house every night for dinner, you would die for him. We will see how loyal you are to him in the end. I eject the magazine out of my pistol and unload 7 45 caliber rounds. I carefully wrap a towel around the bullet and use a pair of pliers to remove the bullet. I take out half of the powder charge. This will reduce the amount of power of the bullet, by decreasing the velocity of the round it will go much slower and not break the sound barrier. This will also decrease the lethality of the round, but don't worry I will be close enough that it wont matter. While you were at dinner with your family and the don, I took the opportunity to let myself into your back yard. This is where I stayed hidden until night fall, when you arrived back home. As always you let your dog outside, I waited for your nice dog to come and investigate the bush I was waiting in, I proceeded to inserted my blade into his jugular, he let out a small yelp before the blade pierced his wind pipe. As he continued to try and bark I could hear the gurgling sound of blood, I saw bubbles coming out of the hole in his throat. I wiped the blood off onto his fur and begun my movement to your house. Your wife came to the back door and called for the dog to come inside, she waited there for a moment and then proceeded back into the house. I made my entry through an unlocked window; you made this too easy for me. I wonder to myself, if the don cares so much about you, then why do you not have the same bodyguards at your house as he does? You are in for a rude awakening. I left my bag of tricks behind your couch and removed the pistol from the bag, attached the suppressor, inserted the magazine, and charged a round into the chamber. Normally this is off limits for me, but the client insists the don gets the picture. This is the only way an evil man can get the picture. I made my way through your house, as I expected you were in the living room getting drunk. I made my way to your daughter's room, she was fast a sleep. I paused for a moment and the realized hesitation was not an option. I put the muzzle of the suppressor to her chest and pulled the trigger. The pistol made very little nose due to the decreased velocity. I made my way into your son's room next. As I entered the room and put the muzzle over your sons chest, He awoke as I was about to pull the trigger, "Daddy". I replied "No" and pulled the trigger. He went back into his deep sleep. You were never mean or abusive to your wife, you knew she could bring you down with the information she knew. She didn't approve of your drinking and was in the bedroom reading her book. Her normal routine, I came in from the adjoining bathroom from the other side of the room. I fired two shots killing her. Now for my main target, I made my way back into the room that I used to gain entry into the house. I removed the round from the chamber and put the pistol back in the bag. I did however remove a needle. I took a moment to wipe the sweat from under my mask and then proceeded into the living room where you set in a drunken stupor. The needle probably wasn't necessary as you would pass out shortly, however i am not in the business of taking chances. I grabbed your forehead from behind and pulled your head straight back as I inserted the needle and hit the plunger. You were out before you could even raise a hand to defend your self. I proceeded to tie you up and put you in my van. I returned to your house, with a can of gas to finish my business. I dragged your slain family into your living room. I set the gas can in the corner of the room and retrieved my black bag. I removed 3 smaller black bags and a machete. Your wife was first; I set her against the couch so she was sitting up right. I brought my arm back with the machete in hand and proceeded to cut off your wife's head, and then store it in the bag. I repeated the process on both of your deceased children. I wiped the blood from my face and doused the rest of the body's and room in gasoline. I collected my things and lit a match. The gasoline quickly ignited and begins to engulf the house. I made my exit via the front door and stored my gear and the 3 bags in the van with you. I started the van and began our long journey to meet an old friend of mine. I think you will like him. I think your kids will enjoy him as well, and I know your wife will like him. He is quite the ladies man. On our way to the warehouse I stopped a few times, to give you a few more shots of sedative, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise of where we are going. I also stopped for pizza, I was quite hungry. We get closer and closer to our destination, by the minute. I grow with anticipation of the things to come. I thought to myself if was a shame your oldest child was at college. Maybe he could have protected your slain family, but i guess we will never know. Maybe my friend will pay your oldest son a vist some day. get aquintainted. We finally arrive at our destination. I see my friend's vehicle and smile to myself, glad that he is here. Id have hated for him to miss this. I then enter the warehouse to make sure everything is ready for you. I greet my friend, as I expected he is very eager to meet you. Lets not keep him waiting any longer then he has to. He helped me drag you into the warehouse and strap you to the chair. I leave, and return with 3 black bags. He asks me "Are those the things I asked you to bring with you?" I said to him, "What else would they be?" He replied with a smile. "I have been working with amateurs far to long, not everyone would be up for that type of work but I should have never doubted you." All I did was smile I took my bag and walked into the back room, "I will leave you two alone for now". I removed my pistol from the bag, and loaded in a fresh magazine with normal rounds. My friend is one of the only people I trusted enough to sleep, while he was in the room. *racks the slide on the pistol and lays it next to the bed. Better safe then sorry. |
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I watch you silently as you awaken, disorientated and bemused. I suppress a smile as you look around the room, trying to get your bearings, you notice that you are sat at a small table, tied and bound with an empty seat opposite and three bags filled with, well, you'll find that out later. I resist the temptation of getting straight to work, the immense pleasure of watching you, in vain, trying to loosen your bindings giving me wonderful satisfaction. I have to take my hat off to the watcher, my old friend is like a vintage wine, and he just gets better with age. You try to cry out, but your mouth gag is fixed securely and no one around these parts are going to hear your muffled screams, we took care with the location, for there will be much screaming before the day is out. I step out of the shadows and you notice me for the first time. I appear familiar to you yet you cannot place me and I give you no indication of who I am, or of my intentions. I take the seat opposite you and look at you, almost in a friendly way. "Do you want to be my friend"? You try to scream again, what I presume to be a vicious diatribe about my person, but its no use, I stand up, my face expressionless. "That's a shame, because trust me, you need all the friends you can get right about now" I remove the mouth gag, and remain expressionless as you unleash another volley of verbal abuse in my direction. All the classics, the 'you're dead' the 'get me out of here' and then...... "Do you know who I am? Do you know how much trouble you're in? You better tell me what the hell is going on and get me the hell out of here or you will be in big trouble" I smile slightly and decide to answer the different questions separately. "To answer your first question, yes, I know who you are, it is foolish of you to think we would have gone to this trouble, and used our valuable resources for some random suit in a bar. Secondly, it would appear to me that I'm not in the slightest bit of trouble, seeing as though only you, I and my esteemed colleague know of your whereabouts. And thirdly, well, thirdly isn't important right now. What is important and quite revealing about your character is the fact that you only seem to care about yourself. Not a question of your long suffering wife, your spoiled brat children or your mutt of a dog. I go to one of the bags and pull out what looks like a box as would normally be containing a gold pen, or necklace. I pass it to you and you open it, colour draining from your face as you look upon your wife's finger, complete with wedding and engagement ring. Before you can speak I quieten you. "you were always too bothered with your life, a life that caused many pain and suffering, and for that, you will have that pain and suffering inflicted on you ten fold, when did you last look your wife in the eyes and tell her you love her?" I reach into the bag, and pull out your wife's decapitated head, blonde hair matted in blood. "Looks like this is your last chance" I leave the severed head on the table as you scream the scream of the haunted and exit the room, happy to see my colleague has ordered pizza. "Thanks bro, this is going to be a long night, you need a coffee before you go in"? |
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| Reply by: Premeir at Apr 11, '08 19:57 | |
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I smiled as from the shadows as I watched my partner toying with you. It makes me laugh; you were so powerfully and might. Now you are a helpless worm, by the end of the night you will beg for me to take your life from you. As my friend approached and offered my coffee, I could see he was also enjoying this. I declined the coffee, I didn't need it, the sleep I had was enough to keep me up for days. Now I am ready to work. I approached where you were sitting, crying now like a sad little baby who lost his bottle. You look up at me as I sit down. As expected you do your macho thing, and shout your insults and death threats to me. Your wife is very pretty, *brushes the hair from her face*, I like what she has done to her hair. As you begin to sob again, I shout to my friend, "I was hoping he would at least give us a challenge, but I think he has broken already." Shame really I was looking forward to breaking you. I'm sitting here starring at you, contemplating what I am going to do to you. I'm sure you are doing the same, thinking what you would like to do to me and my friend, but the difference is my thoughts will happen, yours will only remain thoughts. I walk over to you and remove the gag from your mouth. "YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD YOU SON OF A BITCH." I smile at your empty threat and say, "Look around you, you are in my control, my domain." You are the one who is dead. I will live, my partner will live you will not. You attempted to scream fuck you, but were struck in your face by my friend. Ah, look who has joined us; I will be leaving you again shortly, so my friend may play with you. I will grant you one question before I depart, so make it good. You thought yourself, and say "Where are my kids, are they alright." Well well well, I say as I look at my partner, seems he does have a heart. Your kids are fine, perfectly safe. Matter of fact I am even going to let you talk to your daughter. *Reaches in one of the black bags and removes your daughters head putting it on the table*. *you bang your chair up and down on the ground yelling vulgarities and cursing me*. Awwww, your daughter looks sad; maybe she needs an animal balloon. You know what I happen to have an animal balloon in my bag, *reaches in the last bag and removes your sons head* Whoops, this is no animal balloon, hmm what is it? Do you know this person? Hahahaha, enjoy your fun with my friend. I know he will. I really must be going, my friend wants me to stop by the college, to pick up your son, so he can come visit the family. Don't miss me to much. I will be back soon, with another guest for you to spend time with. |
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| Reply by: Premeir at Apr 11, '08 19:58 | |
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Wow...that is the best piece I have read on here in a very long time. It was very well written and I can't wait to read the next part. Very well done. |
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| Reply by: Vanimanov at Apr 11, '08 22:10 | |
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| yayy Premeir....I alway slove reading about your work. | |
| Reply by: Apathy at Apr 11, '08 22:13 | |
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This was the place, the van, the ware house.. the screams, all told me I was in the right place, all told me Prem was here... I tapped the gun behind my back to remind me that I wasn't defenseless, He'd been doing this for year, but would likely know me for my mothers child, hopefully that'd be enough to stave off a bullet, it was said he was heartless, and likely, from the fire burning down town and the bodies inside, it was true. I sigh, time to say hi. I stepped off my bike, pulling the helmet off and hung it over the bars, shaking my hair loose and looking up in time to see Prem at the door, heading out, I smiled. "Premier, your a tough one to find, even if you haven't changed a bit since I saw you last. I Know who you have in there." |
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| Reply by: Ivory_Ice at Apr 11, '08 23:13 | |
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*begins the slow clap: clap.....clap....clap...* *others join in to create a standing ovation.* I demand to be further entertained. |
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| Reply by: Mr_47 at Apr 12, '08 01:21 | |
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| Excellent work, I enjoyed hearing that. Sublime effort! | |
| Reply by: Silhouette at Apr 12, '08 07:20 | |
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| Prem is my hero! | |
| Reply by: Vanimanov at Apr 13, '08 06:05 | |
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| I found this on google, you lying | |
| Reply by: Rize at Apr 14, '08 17:43 | |
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| i think it would be safe to say you are my favorite poster on here | |
| Reply by: the_white_mammy at Apr 23, '08 12:26 | |
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1 question. whens the next one? |
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| Reply by: xXxDivineGodxXx at Apr 23, '08 17:25 | |
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