“Peter Marko, you have been found guilty of the intentional murders of four people two weeks ago, and are being held on the suspicion that you were responsible for as many as ten additional deaths in the this area over the past year. You have also been accused of the deaths of six others in three different states, for which you will stand trial at a future date. For the crimes you have committed here in Pine Creek, you will spend at least the next three months in Darkmoore Asylum For The Criminally Insane before being transferred to the federal penitentiary on Lawhead Island, where you will spend at least four consecutive life sentences with out the possibility of parole. Do you have anything to say before court is adjourned?”
Marko thought for a moment before answering, his face baring the same smile it had through out his trial. “Yeah. It was fun.”
“Fun?” Judge Banks asked in shock.
“Yeah. Fun. The thrill of the hunt, the feeling you get following the kill. Better do the world a favor and have me executed, because otherwise I’m going to get out and do it all over again.”
Banks looked at Marko with contempt in his eyes. “Peter Marko, I hope you like black and white, because you are going to be wearing prison stripes for a very long time. Court is adjourned, and may God have mercy on your soul.”
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Caller--Chapter 1
Peter Marko smiled as he looked out the window, seeing the cop cars covering the lawn. It was about time they caught him. He was actually surprised it took them this long. He had been a murderous rampage through out New England, and the police had chassed him into New Jersey’s Pine Barrens, near Pine Creek, a city that had had it’s share of tragedy over the last year. He had been here several times over the past year, and he thought that if he could get into the Barrens, he might be able to escape. But when he couldn’t lose the local cops, he figured he might as well go out with a bang.
Literally.
As Marko ran through the Barrens, he found a clearing in the trees, and this house. On the outside porch he saw Tim and Jill making out. One carefully placed shot killed both of them as they kissed. As Marko walked into the house, he took a moment to admire his work. He was quite proud of that shot. He had killed a lot of people, some with guns, some with knives, some other ways. But this was the first time he was actually proud of the kill.
Walking into the house, he saw George and Angie sitting on the couch, watching a movie with the volume turned up. The first shot killed George, but the second missed Angie, who moved to the floor when he fired. But she couldn’t get away. He hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out.
After barricading the back door, he tied her to a chair in front of the picture window, facing the front of the house as the first cop car pulled into the driveway. Soon, four more showed up.
After opening the window so he could hear what they were saying, Marko walked over to Angie, pressing his gun against her head. As the police did their normal hostage negotiation speech, he smiled. And after a moment, he yelled that he was coming out.
As three officers walked to the door to arrest him, Marko pulled the trigger, covering the window with blood before he dropped the gun. He walked out the door, his hands held high, smiling as the cops tackled him before slapping on a pair of handcuffs.
Literally.
As Marko ran through the Barrens, he found a clearing in the trees, and this house. On the outside porch he saw Tim and Jill making out. One carefully placed shot killed both of them as they kissed. As Marko walked into the house, he took a moment to admire his work. He was quite proud of that shot. He had killed a lot of people, some with guns, some with knives, some other ways. But this was the first time he was actually proud of the kill.
Walking into the house, he saw George and Angie sitting on the couch, watching a movie with the volume turned up. The first shot killed George, but the second missed Angie, who moved to the floor when he fired. But she couldn’t get away. He hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out.
After barricading the back door, he tied her to a chair in front of the picture window, facing the front of the house as the first cop car pulled into the driveway. Soon, four more showed up.
After opening the window so he could hear what they were saying, Marko walked over to Angie, pressing his gun against her head. As the police did their normal hostage negotiation speech, he smiled. And after a moment, he yelled that he was coming out.
As three officers walked to the door to arrest him, Marko pulled the trigger, covering the window with blood before he dropped the gun. He walked out the door, his hands held high, smiling as the cops tackled him before slapping on a pair of handcuffs.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Nocturok: God Of Vengeance--Prelude
In the time before time began, the gods fought a terrible war. How long the war lasted, none now know, although the signs of the war can still be seen through out the galaxy.
With the war over, the Gods mourned those that had fallen in battle. Unknown to them, one of those they mourned had survived, lost in the cold reaches of space.
During the dieing days of the war, Nocturok, the God of Vengeance was fighting against his enemies when his soul was stripped from his body and placed in the amulet he wore, along with the souls of those he had yet to avenge. Defeated, the amulet and his body were hurled into the far reaches of space.
They soon drifted apart and the amulet floated through the cosmos for eons. His story became legend, and the legend became myth. Soon the name Nocturok, which use to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers, was lost to time.
For centuries uncounted the amulet drifted through space, until it came into orbit of a small blue world. Captured by its gravitational pull, it blazed a fiery path through the atmosphere, crashing into the ground with a deafening impact.
And that is where the legend of Nocturok begins anew.
With the war over, the Gods mourned those that had fallen in battle. Unknown to them, one of those they mourned had survived, lost in the cold reaches of space.
During the dieing days of the war, Nocturok, the God of Vengeance was fighting against his enemies when his soul was stripped from his body and placed in the amulet he wore, along with the souls of those he had yet to avenge. Defeated, the amulet and his body were hurled into the far reaches of space.
They soon drifted apart and the amulet floated through the cosmos for eons. His story became legend, and the legend became myth. Soon the name Nocturok, which use to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers, was lost to time.
For centuries uncounted the amulet drifted through space, until it came into orbit of a small blue world. Captured by its gravitational pull, it blazed a fiery path through the atmosphere, crashing into the ground with a deafening impact.
And that is where the legend of Nocturok begins anew.
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