FRK A story that may get freaky...

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  1. T0mmy

    T0mmy Guest

    This is raw.. very raw... Main hated it it (too many words). I have a feeling you all will actually read this.


    I am trying to create a story:

    Intro.

    After the echo and a result of a trigger that has been pulled. You either hate it or love it. I for one enjoyed. Ever since Karl spit some venom to me over the mobile I knew I could not let this one go. I was merely just calling to tell him his wife was a quality ‘fuck-fest’ and he was going to die. I do that with my marks. I fuck their wives or significant others. If they have any sisters, they may experience the same destiny too. One ‘sister’ that I did away with left me with a scar right above my left temple. It was a closed casket funeral for her. I attended.

    Karl wasn’t really that bad of a father. So he slapped his woman around from time to time. Who am I to judge? But little Kira got to me. Maybe 6 years old. I wonder if she’s coming back to kill me in my waning years. If so, let it be so. Obviously, I let her live. My story will enlighten.

    Two grand, can you turn that down? I doubt. Especially that most of my marks are not well-behaved. I do have an advantage over the likes of Rader and Nshyo. I will and have killed children and women. Why? This makes me more ‘marketable’ for my clientele. Whatever, I’ve chosen this path and I accept my actions. Maybe not so after this story but we’ll get there.


    Karl needed a spanking. Gambling is as bad as a bottle of Vodka. Some never come back to reality. He gave it all away and couldn’t front the money. Same day and diff day (where have I heard that before). It’s funny because all my supposed ‘bosses’ think they can really control my trigger-finger. This is not good. For them.

    Let’s take Egghead… for example (I only call him that and only in my head). He’s ready to keel over anytime anyway but I must do the ‘respect’ thing until then. I have big ideas.

    Egg thinks I should join Mac. Fuck no. Mac will get me killed. He’s pushing and I keep blowing him off. The question to you as you read this is what are you good at? I kill. And I’m good at getting away with it.

    If Kira doesn’t get to me.

    Did I mention I am driving a Porsche 993 down I-666? Phx, AZ? Life is good. For now.

    2. Kate

    Top down and in the Arizona heat. It’s a rental so she doesn’t care about the warning light blaring as she reads and registers the instrument panel. She’s getting away from the abusive husband and finally enjoying being free. Yes the rock in the windshield will cost her since she didn’t opt for the extra insurance but the lack of a black eye could make the strongest of men fall to their knees. She’s due.

    Starting over has quite such a ring to it. Double-edged sword.

    She dropped out of high school for Ken. What a fool. Well at least she left while she was still alive. The three month-old in the stomach reminds her that she will never be ridded of his fucked-up legacy.

    Something has caught her attention. It’s a stalled vehicle and someone waving for help.

    3. The Beginning

    “Are you in trouble?” Kate asked with the passenger window still rolling down.

    “No. I just need a ride.”

    “To where?”

    “Anywhere from here.”

    “Indian Reservations spooking you?”

    “No. Nothing spooks me”

    “Get in”

    At that he gets in. the taillights glow only for a second as complete darkness resumes.

    Thinking that she is going to be killed on the side of a road soon she thinks of an ice-breaker.
    “Are you going to kill me?” She asked jokingly.
    “No. Why would I? You were kind enough to give me a ride. Now why would I?”

    “I’m Just asking. I watched the slasher films.”

    “Is this something you want?”

    “Subject change. Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?”

    “I’m starting over”

    “Always the same. What’s his name?”

    “What? You don’t know my situation.”

    “What’s his name?”

    “Ken”

    “Abuse?” He smirked.

    “I’m not speaking about it anymore.” She exhumed turning the wheel.

    “Would you like me to kill him?” I asked coyingly. She smiled at the thought but then resumed to the road.


    4. Spooks

    The cell-phone rang. It was T. He had a job. I didn’t even know where I was. By the smell I was in a hotel/motel. something. Where was the girl? I wasn’t even listening to the boss. No matter. I knew what needed to be done. He has someone lined up in Phoenix who needs to die. With no car I may need to bring her into this.

    I better test her.

    Diner food.

    Depending on how hungry you are it can be Heaven or Hell. Anyway, I’m going to get into this girl’s head. See if she can handle a nice murder. I need the car.

    “Ever feel like just killing that husband of yours?” I ask as I scoop up some more eggs with the toast.

    “Yes. All the time”. She stuttered.

    “What f I said I can make that dream come through?”

    Kate sat and as she ate what portions were in her mouth stared off into space.

    “You couldn’t”

    “Couldn’t what?

    As I ended that note he opened his jacket to show a Colt 45. I stared into her eyes. Put the jacket back over the piece and continued to eat.

    The thought of Kate ridding of Ken was too much. A smile gave way. I caught it. We continued to eat.


    The slamming on the door disturbed him. I suddenly realized that Kate was sleeping next to me. Now I remember. The knock keeps getting louder. I gather the courage to get up and open the door. I’m ready to kill whoever is banging on this cheap Motel door.

    What I saw was not from the human world. It was dark with very dim lights in the parking area. It was just a shadow and eyes. The eyes were of no color. It was very deformed and stank of moist mold.

    I wanted to say something but I could not pull anything out of my surprised mouth. The stare got deeper. My hand on my 45 collapsed. It was no longer even available. I felt death.

    He turned to my Kate and then turned it’s grotesque head back to me. It grinned as if telling me she was in danger. I fell clutching my throat. I couldn’t breathe.

    It’s making me pay. I don’t understand. I was doing the Devil’s work. I was one of his minions. I choke…

    5. Monster
    Kate awoke to see a bright light of sunshine. It was an open door to the hell that awaited them. On the floor was Trent.

    With the washcloth wiping away fears and pain. She saw how vulnerable he was at that point in time. This is her chance to go away. She is starting to see how he may not be the good human being. She stays.

    My first kill was a woman. Angry husband. She wanted to leave the bastard and I was hired. I was young. I did it.

    $200K. Tell me I did wrong!

    Why did I become this monster? I cannot tell you. It just happened. It doesn’t come without it’s haunts. You don’t think my murders haunt me?
    They come back. A hit man is not infallible. We pay. I’m paying now.

    Kate, needs to be protected. The mad fucker that came to me the other night told me so.

    Then the phone rang….

    Same song another day. I have to kill another family. Boss wants a statement made. This will be hard. I need Kate.


    6. Bobby

    Quietly Kristen sat in the basement of the house that she no longer wanted to be a part of. She lost Bobby on her way down. She can hear him. Scared she pulls her knees up to her face as Tommy pulls the trigger on the 4 year old. “The nightmares will stop because I own this world!” – He spews.

    “Mom and Dad? Gone. I own this world. But I need to bring Kate into my mad world…. “ My mind is wandering. “

    Bobby peeked out of his bedroom. He saw what his mother was doing to Mr. Smith. On her knees and moaning. Mr. Smith was bad. He can always hide in Kristen’s arms. Always.

    She saw the blood-splatter. State of shock as I put Simi’s head down and pointed the gun to her head. 3 year old gone.


    She didn’t exactly run away. Didn’t say anything either.



    7. Paycheck

    So, she still lays next to me. This must mean something.
     
  2. T0mmy

    T0mmy Guest

    It's not done. Gimme love. and I return with a slap on the ass.

    That means you demon.
     
  3. m4m4 l0n9

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    Demon of Dreams?? You TRAITOR! I thought you loved me. :wtc:

    BTW - Nice story lol.
     
  4. Eris

    Eris Yes please

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    nice!! got me interested :)
     
  5. T0mmy

    T0mmy Guest

    hi my lover!
     
  6. T0mmy

    T0mmy Guest

    stay tuned.
     
  7. T0mmy

    T0mmy Guest

    7. Paycheck

    So, she still lays next to me. This must mean something.

    Who is Simi?

    Too many deaths.

    Too many names.

    I’m falling for a human being. A pretty one at that.

    Back down to reality. I must receive a compensation.

    Eddie is a tough one. I don’t trust him. The weight factor is a clue that he is not someone you would like to deal with.
    I was going to kill him anyway. This makes it easier.


    What does she like and why should I care?

    “Den Omelette. Coffee . black.


    Sliding into the booth next to me the poor thing doesn’t know she’s eating with her killer.
    At least she gets a meal….

    Gasps which I was just waited for the exhumed. She is going to ask a question. She may walk out alive depending on said question.
     
  8. naughtie

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    Dude. Your story sucks.



    J/K :mamoru:


    I LIKE IT!!!!!

    :love:
     
  9. The Fugue

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    Not bad, if you like I can go through and suggest some things to make it easier to read. Damn good thoughts though and something that will keep me coming back.
     
  10. T0mmy

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    update. and fixed some grammer.

    Intro.

    After the echo and a result of a trigger that has been pulled. You either hate it or love it. I for one enjoyed. Ever since Karl spit some venom to me over the mobile I knew I could not let this one go. I was merely just calling to tell him his wife was a quality ‘fuck-fest’ and he was going to die. I do that with my marks. I fuck their wives or significant others. If they have any sisters, they may experience the same destiny too. One ‘sister’ that I did away with left me with a scar right above my left temple. It was a closed casket funeral for her. I attended.

    Karl wasn’t really that bad of a father. So he slapped his woman around from time to time. Who am I to judge? But little Kira got to me. Maybe 6 years old. I wonder if she’s coming back to kill me in my waning years. If so, let it be so. Obviously, I let her live. My story will enlighten.

    Two grand, can you turn that down? I doubt. Especially that most of my marks are not well-behaved. I do have an advantage over the likes of Rader and Nysho. I will and have killed children and women. Why? This makes me more ‘marketable’ for my clientele. Whatever, I’ve chosen this path and I accept my actions. Maybe not so after this story but we’ll get there.


    Karl needed a spanking. Gambling is as bad as a bottle of Vodka. Some never come back to reality. He gave it all away and couldn’t front the money. Same day and diff day (where have I heard that before). It’s funny because all my supposed ‘bosses’ think they can really control my trigger-finger. This is not good. For them.

    Let’s take Egghead… for example (I only call him that and only in my head). He’s ready to keel over anytime anyway but I must do the ‘respect’ thing until then. I have big ideas.

    Egg thinks I should join Mac. Fuck no. Mac will get me killed. He’s pushing and I keep blowing him off. The question to you as you read this is what are you good at? I kill. And I’m good at getting away with it.

    If Kira doesn’t get to me.

    Did I mention I am driving a Porsche-something down I-666? (why did I bring this up? It’s an ego thing. I just want you to know biz is doing good_. This is something about a nine-something. Phx, AZ? Life is good. For now.

    2. Kate

    Top down and in the Arizona heat. It’s a rental so she doesn’t care about the warning light blaring as she reads and registers the instrument panel. She’s getting away from the abusive husband and finally enjoying being free. Yes the rock in the windshield will cost her since she didn’t opt for the extra insurance but the lack of a black eye could make the strongest of men fall to their knees. She’s due.

    Starting over has quite a ring to it. Double edged sword.

    She dropped out of high school for Ken. What a fool. Well at least she left while she was still alive. The three month-old in the stomach reminds her that she will never be ridded of his fucked-up legacy.

    Something has caught her attention. It’s a stalled vehicle and someone waving for help.

    3. The Beginning

    The foot presses the middle pedal. The look of this man goes unnoticed.

    “Are you in trouble?” Kate asked with the passenger window still rolling down.

    “No. I just need a ride.”

    “To where?”

    “Anywhere from here.” He looks away. He knows what he’s doing.

    “Indian Reservations spooking you?”

    “No. Nothing spooks me”

    “Get in”

    At that he gets in. the taillights glow only for a second as complete darkness resumes.

    Thinking that she is going to be killed on the side of a road soon she thinks of an ice-breaker.
    “Are you going to kill me?” She asked jokingly.
    “No. Why would I? You were kind enough to give me a ride. Now why would I?”

    “I’m just asking. I watched the slasher films.”

    “Is this something you want?”

    “Subject change. Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night?” He asked.

    “I’m starting over”

    “Always the same. What’s his name?”

    “What? You don’t know my situation.”

    “What’s his name?”

    “Ken”

    “Abuse?” He smirked.

    “I’m not speaking about it anymore.” She exhumed turning the wheel.

    “Would you like me to kill him?” I asked coyingly. She smiled at the thought but then resumed to the road.


    4. Spooks

    The cell-phone rang. It was T. He had a job. I didn’t even know where I was. By the smell I was in a hotel/motel. something. Where was the girl? I wasn’t even listening to the boss. No matter. I knew what needed to be done. He has someone lined up in Phoenix who needs to die. With no car I may need to bring her into this.

    I better test her.

    Diner food.

    Depending on how hungry you are it can be Heaven or Hell. Anyway, I’m going to get into this girl’s head. See if she can handle a nice murder. I need the car.

    “Ever feel like just killing that husband of yours?” I ask as I scoop up some more eggs with the toast.

    “Yes, All the time”. She stuttered.

    “What f I said I can make that dream come through?”

    Kate sat and as she ate what portions were in her mouth stared off into space.

    “You couldn’t”

    “Couldn’t what?

    As she ended that note I opened his jacket to show a Colt 45.

    I stared into her eyes. Put the jacket back over the piece and continued to eat.

    The thought of Kate ridding of Ken was too much. A smile gave way. I caught it. We continued to eat.


    The slamming on the door disturbed me. I suddenly realized that Kate was sleeping next to me. Now I remember. The knock keeps getting louder. I gather the courage to get up and open the door. I’m ready to kill whoever is banging on this cheap Motel door.

    What I saw was not from the human world. It was dark with very dim lights in the parking area. It was just a shadow and eyes. The eyes were of no color. It was very deformed and stank of moist mold. Like I give a fuck. Get me fucker! Take my life now. You are welcome to it.

    I said that in my head but I didn’t believe. I’d rather not die for anyone.

    I wanted to say something but I could not pull anything out of my surprised mouth. The stare got deeper. My hand on my 45 collapsed. It was no longer even available. I felt death.

    He turned to my Kate and then turned. The grotesque head turned back to me. It grinned as if telling me she was in soon to be ‘gone’. I fell clutching my throat. I couldn’t breathe.

    It’s making me pay. I don’t understand. I was doing the Devil’s work. I was one of his whores. I choke and want to die… This is the last I remember.

    5. Monster
    Kate awoke to see a bright light of sunshine. It was an open door to the hell that awaited them. On the floor was Trent.

    With the washcloth wiping away fears and pain. She saw how vulnerable he was at that point in time. This is her chance to go away. She is starting to see how he may not be the good human being she claims so. She stays.



    My head tells me to fuck it. Kill the whining annoyance.

    My first kill was a woman. An angry husband was a big piece to her demise. She wanted to leave the bastard and I was hired. I was young. I did it.

    $200K. Tell me I did wrong!

    Why did I become this monster? I cannot tell you. It just happened. It doesn’t come without the haunts. You don’t think my murders haunt me?
    They come back. A hit man is not infallible. We pay. I’m paying now.

    Kate needs to be protected. The mad fucker that came to me the other night told me so.

    Then the phone rang….

    This is the same song and another day. I have to kill another family. Boss wants a statement made. This will be hard. Kristen. Meet your Maker.


    6. Bobby

    Quietly Kristen sat in the basement of the house that she no longer wanted to be a part of. She lost Bobby on her way down. She can hear him. Scared she pulls her knees up to her face as Tommy steps down. They are slow steps. He pulls the trigger on the 4 year old.

    “The nightmares will stop because I own this world!” – I spewed as I internally denounced my actions. Fuck it. It’s a job.

    I need to bring Kate into my mad world.”

    Bobby peeked out of his bedroom. He saw what his mother was doing to Mr. Stavely. Kneeling on her knees and moaning.

    Mr. Stavely was bad. He can always hide in Kristen’s arms. Always.

    She saw the blood-splatter. The state of shock as I put Simi’s head down and pointed the gun to her head made for an unforgettable impression. Three-year old gone.


    She didn’t exactly run away. Didn’t say anything either.



    7. Paycheck

    So, she still lays next to me. This must mean something.

    Who is Simi?

    Too many deaths.

    Too many names.

    I’m falling for a human being. A very attractive one at that.

    Back down to reality. I must receive a compensation of some sort.

    Eddie is a tough one. I don’t trust him. The weight factor is a clue that he is not someone you would like to deal with.
    I was going to kill him anyway. This makes it easier. I wish I could call off work sometimes.


    What does she be like and why should I care?

    “Denver omelette. Coffee . black.


    Sliding into the booth next to me the poor thing doesn’t know she’s eating with her killer.
    At least she gets a meal….

    Gasps which I was just waited for exhumed. She is going to ask a question. She may walk out alive depending on said question.

    The calm. Tthe warm water. Kira rubs herself thinking of this stranger that awakened her. Hatred forces itself into her thoughts.


    Father gone. Pay. Stance has been taken. Why? Every girl needs a daddy. She was denied of the simple resource.




    8. Youth and Bravery

    I was a young one when I sat in a friend’s room talking about ghost stories. Feeling strong and man enough
    I cursed every story thrown my way. I was untouchable. I knew all.

    Problem was I had to walk home in my mere youth. After such a mind-fuck it starts to get to you. I had to walk that street home.

    Coming up I spied a poor sad woman. She whimpered. After hearing those stories and it being past midnight I crossed the street.
    Occasionally I would look back at the thing. It was there and looking for need of help or any assistance. This did nothing for me. I just wanted to go home now.

    She followed. Albeit slowly. But she followed.

    I made it home and went to bed.


    I would to tell you I was dreaming of sweet Natalie. The girl all us cool drooled over. And maybe I did. I have no clue because when my eyes opened
    I saw the most disgusting vision of a supposed human five inches from my face. It was my whimpering freak.

    I’ve seen ugly things before but I can’t even put into words what I saw. The only thing that took it away was a prayer and close of the eyes.

    I’ve learned that you never challenge the Devil. Ever.


    9. The Fun Show

    The first fingers from her left hand rubbed her forehead as she gasped a tired yawn. These freaks need to be detained.
    Kira does not like sending reports of the next mental fuck.

    The guy put a rock into his nephew’s head at the age of 3 months. She saw him walk do the hall. The stare was disturbing.
    This man was just another.

    As she types her report she hears the cries that Devon exhumes. She is going to have to deal with Devon very soon.

    She hopes he not so reckless like ole’ Freddy. The guy was a former scientist in a field that is foriegn to her. He killed his daughter and put pieces
    of the body in jars. She checked on him many times.
    The one understanding of what she was dealing with when he shown her the ‘map’ of his problem. Fred actually had a ‘map’
    of what was wrong with him.

    After that he helped her with her homework.
     
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