Fallen
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,095
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fallen
Prologue:
Going Under
June 9th, Three A.M.
A short man with neatly combed short brown hair sauntered slowly with a devilishly smug look adorning his lightly owedowed face. Lawrence Burke had been walking for over an hour away from an old ramshackle hotel he had checked into using a false soubriquet. In the room, he had been in laid a tall leggy hooker with lengthy, flaxen hair who had more than likely already lost consciousness after drinking his "special mixture" of different alcohols in the almost broken down mini-bar which could have easily been thirty years old. Little did the streetwalker know, her latest business venture had slipped into her drink a certain type of poison found only in certain types of Asiatic fish that made death look like nothing more than simple heart failure.
He had gone through tomicomicidal act an innumerable amount of times before: find someone to ease his built up tension, fix her a drink after having her do her duty, and leave her alone to literally drink herself to death. The best part, in his opinion, was that no one ever really cared enough about the victims to find out the true cause of their loss of life, and to be truthful, he wouldn't care if anyone ever tried.
What the man didn't know was that someone did know the entire truth about what he was doing and actually cared. The person who knew had been watching him since he left the hotel, waiting for the opportunity to meet up with the all to smug disgrace to humanity and manhood in general. For an hour, the watcher had been waiting, and finally the perfect moment came.
As he reached the section of the highway that cut through the park, the observer spied as he pulled out a set of keys and walked up to the driver's side of a shining, gold toned, almost new Ferrari. Burke climbed into the extravagant vehicle and cranked the engine, never realizing how his watcher leapt silently and landed on the hood of the automobile. As the middle aged man started to pull out into the empty road, the silent figure drew a long Japanese style sword and rammed it through both the roof of the car and the top of Lawrence Burke's skull as well.
"That's one more miserable bastard down." The observer then removed the blade from both, and held the weapon's flat edges between his thumb and index fingers, little by little wiping the crimson blood from the length of the simply crafted katana. Once satisfied with how it looked, the blade was sheathed, and its owner disappeared once more into the backdrop of the shadows of the trees.
Ten minutes later, a midnight blue truck filled with a group of laughing, boisterous teenagers saw how Burke's car was just sitting in the middle of the road, thever ver had his head leaning against the steering wheel. The four in the vehicle argued about who should tell the guy to move until two of them shoved a bleached blonde girl out of he passenger seat to tell him to move. When she walked up to the window and looked in, she screamed and ran backwards until she fell backwards onto theb.
b.
The driver immediately burst out of the truck and over to her. She didn't speak, but he saw that she was pointing towards the car and immediately saw what frightened her so badly.
"Oh, man . . ." He looked up to the people in the truck and shouted, "Someone call the police or ambulance or something!"
Lawrence Burke's killer sighed at the thought of how none of them would ever know the truth about the murderous bastard before leaving the scene completely with only a rustle of leaves signifying his exit.
Going Under
June 9th, Three A.M.
A short man with neatly combed short brown hair sauntered slowly with a devilishly smug look adorning his lightly owedowed face. Lawrence Burke had been walking for over an hour away from an old ramshackle hotel he had checked into using a false soubriquet. In the room, he had been in laid a tall leggy hooker with lengthy, flaxen hair who had more than likely already lost consciousness after drinking his "special mixture" of different alcohols in the almost broken down mini-bar which could have easily been thirty years old. Little did the streetwalker know, her latest business venture had slipped into her drink a certain type of poison found only in certain types of Asiatic fish that made death look like nothing more than simple heart failure.
He had gone through tomicomicidal act an innumerable amount of times before: find someone to ease his built up tension, fix her a drink after having her do her duty, and leave her alone to literally drink herself to death. The best part, in his opinion, was that no one ever really cared enough about the victims to find out the true cause of their loss of life, and to be truthful, he wouldn't care if anyone ever tried.
What the man didn't know was that someone did know the entire truth about what he was doing and actually cared. The person who knew had been watching him since he left the hotel, waiting for the opportunity to meet up with the all to smug disgrace to humanity and manhood in general. For an hour, the watcher had been waiting, and finally the perfect moment came.
As he reached the section of the highway that cut through the park, the observer spied as he pulled out a set of keys and walked up to the driver's side of a shining, gold toned, almost new Ferrari. Burke climbed into the extravagant vehicle and cranked the engine, never realizing how his watcher leapt silently and landed on the hood of the automobile. As the middle aged man started to pull out into the empty road, the silent figure drew a long Japanese style sword and rammed it through both the roof of the car and the top of Lawrence Burke's skull as well.
"That's one more miserable bastard down." The observer then removed the blade from both, and held the weapon's flat edges between his thumb and index fingers, little by little wiping the crimson blood from the length of the simply crafted katana. Once satisfied with how it looked, the blade was sheathed, and its owner disappeared once more into the backdrop of the shadows of the trees.
Ten minutes later, a midnight blue truck filled with a group of laughing, boisterous teenagers saw how Burke's car was just sitting in the middle of the road, thever ver had his head leaning against the steering wheel. The four in the vehicle argued about who should tell the guy to move until two of them shoved a bleached blonde girl out of he passenger seat to tell him to move. When she walked up to the window and looked in, she screamed and ran backwards until she fell backwards onto theb.
b.
The driver immediately burst out of the truck and over to her. She didn't speak, but he saw that she was pointing towards the car and immediately saw what frightened her so badly.
"Oh, man . . ." He looked up to the people in the truck and shouted, "Someone call the police or ambulance or something!"
Lawrence Burke's killer sighed at the thought of how none of them would ever know the truth about the murderous bastard before leaving the scene completely with only a rustle of leaves signifying his exit.