Socialpinko's ELO tourney R1 TUF VS daytonanerd: Writers debate

Chapter 3: Thirst.Michael Reed, was 26 years old, with short blond spikey hair. He stood about 5'11, and was of average body type. His arms were strong, though he was a little plump belly side (not that it was too noticeable). Michael licked his lips, as he read his New York Times Magazine inside of the Corner Cafe. He patiently waited, continuing to pretend his reading. He was still in his Scrubs from work, as he was just off of work at the Hospital. Only, he wasn't planning on going home just yet.It was now 11:00 PM. Finally, the pretty Blonde waitress went in the back of the store to clock out of work. Michael sat, read, and took a sip of coffee. He wrinkled his nose in distaste, deciding he should have put more cream inside his coffee, but then shrugged. The Blonde, then grabbed her purse from underneath the crowded bar table, and left the Cafe.Michael waited for a few more seconds, then grabbed his Baseball cap, pulling it parralel to the floor, so that it just covered his eyes. He then left the Cafe, leaving his coffee for the waitress on the final shift to pick up after him. Michael then walked towards the employee parking lot, in the same direction as the Blonde. Though it was dark outside, the almost empty parking lot, was dimly lit by an old parking light, that had one bulb consistently flickered on and off. The lone car in the parking lot, did not belong to Michael. The blonde was 100 meters away from her Red volvo. Michael moved just a little bit quicker, shivering as the wind's chill bit at him, even through his Jacket. He watched the blonde, and gulped, with anticipation.He was getting closer, now only 50 meters away from the Blonde who was now unlocking her car with her electronic key, from a distance.Almost there. Michael reached into his Jacket pocket, and gripped the small hand towell that was wet with chloroform. He was just about to pull it out an advance, when he heard a quiet shuffle from behind him. Michael whirled around in alarm. The last thing Michael saw was the butt of a magazine well, before he was knocked out cold. *****I cross my legs, and sit in the chair patiently, as my newest victim struggles to wake up. He let's out a moan, and winces as he opens his eyes into the bright light, that is hanging from the cieling 5 feet over his head. The first thing he does, as I expect, is scream, and pull frantically against the tightly bound ropes, binding him to the dusty old kitchen table. He looks around in desperation, but sees nothing other than 4 dark walls, a light, and the silhouette of a man sitting in a chair in the corner. Me."Where the Fvck am I? What is this? Who are you!?" Michael shouts panicked.I chuckle sounding cofident, as I try to attempt making myself stop shaking. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one strapped to the table. Shouldn't I be the one demanding questions?" I say from across the room. Michael then spits in my direction, the wad landing a few feet away from my chair, and shouts "Fvck you! Fvck you! You sick freak!"Then, I really laugh, adding further insult to injury. My laughter finally dies down, and he starts yelling again."Show yourself Freak! You coward!"I stand up and respond. "As you wish."I slowly walk forward, into the light, where my victim can clearly see my face. I do my attempt to maintain a bored face, to add the effect that I've done this before, even though I actually hadn't. What difference did it make anyways? Michael looked shocked. He opened his bruised eye more to he could see my face better. "Your just... a kid, not much younger than me." He says shocked. He was right of course. I was only 23, a few years younger than him. I reach behind my back and grab the weapon that was pressed firmly against by body, held by the hem of my jeans. I aim the Pistol at Michael casually. Michael let's out a scream, upon seeing my weapon, and instantly starts struggling against his bonds, and calling for help. "I bet this sounds familiar. Well, Maybe just a little more pathetic. It's funny that 3 pretty young woman can sound even just a little braver, than a grown man."Michael suddenly stops moving, as understanding shows in his complexion. Suddenly, it's disguised with confusion. "I don't know what you are talking about! Please let me go!" I walk to his table, so I am standing next to him."Here. Let me remind you." I pull out three pictures from underneath his table, and show them to him. One picture, was of a pretty brunette, hiking somewhere. The second was another woman, pretty as well, at a party. The third, was of a Blonde waitress, standing in front of a sign that read "Corner Cafe". Michael looks at the pictures for a minute, as if he is debating what to do. Then he starts crying, hysterically. "Please! I am sorry! I am so sorry! I never meant to hurt them! Please! If you let me go, I promise, I will turn myself in!"I pretend to look as if I am considering something, then I speak. "Let you go? Just like how you let go Tabitha Haynes? And Marissa Goyle?" And Mary B-" He cuts me off. "I didn't do anything to Mary yet, I promise!"I chuckle. "Well aren't you just a saint?" I aim the gun higher, towards his skull. "Please! Don't shoot me!" The plea he gives me is frantic with tears and emotion."I bet there's nothing you want more than to live right now." I tempt him.He nodds eagerly."And you would do anything for life, wouldn't you? To have an oppertunity to change your life?"Suddenly Michael's countenance seems hopeful, as he nods once more."But Tabby doesn't get that oppertunity." I walk closer.He jitters frantically, around in his ropes, struggling and screaming. "STOP PLEASE! I beg you!"I continue: "And Mary? Did she get a second chance? When she was terrified? Did you care enough to stop when she told you to?"He screams louder. "I was going to let her go after I was done, I promise!"I take another step. I am now pressing my weapon's barrel flat against is tear-soaked cheek. "But she was a liability, wasn't she? Well you see, I understand that." I look concerned.He gulps, and says two words. "You do?""Yes, I do. You see, now that you've seen my face, your my liability now too."I shake angrily as I dig the barrel deep into his cheek further. "PLEASE NO!" He screams, this time louder than before.I breathe out. Here goes nothing. 3...2...1... BAM.Then there's silence. A chill goes down my spine. This time, there is no regret, sadness, or confusion. The only feeling I feel, is that of completeness. Wholeness. I feel as if I had een thirsty, and dry in a desert for years, and just now have drank water. It feels... Just like the first time. I try to shrug the feeling off. No. I can't like this. I am just serving justice. That's ALL. Even as I try to convince myself, I know it isn't true.I sit down in my chair, and bury my face in my hands, pointing the pistol upwards. I try to change my thoughts off the subject. At least it's warm inside this wearhouse. Thank god it was empty.A puddle of blood gradually makes its way down by my feet, carrying with it the livid chuncks of Michael's brain. Now the fun part. Clean-up duty. Just then I hear a sound, and I stiffen, terrified. I've heard this sound before. The difference is this sound never brought me fear. IT brought me one of safety, security, and hope. But now now. Not in this dark place. Now, this sound made me realize just how much I was in over my head. It was the sound of police sirens. And they were close.CHALLENGE: Kevin is faced with adversity, as he tries to figure out who he is After Seena's death. Also Kevin is on the scene of a crime. With the police closing in on his location, fingerprints and evidence of him everywhere, Kevin must decide what to do next.Good luck Daytonna, and thankyou for the great response last time! Good luck in the rest of the debate!