Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Gabriel Carmichael clicked through the search results, never anything that truly answered what he wanted, search engines could give him what he wanted. An answer. To the really big question of what happens in that final moment. That question consumed him, ever since his parents death that left him with the estate, money, investments and all that he materially could want. All but the one thing that eluded him. After his parents died he secluded himself in despair, wallowing in guilt over his responsibility. Once that passed and he accepted their death he began to ask why. He was the daredevil. Gabriel raced motorbikes, base jumped, heliskiing, if there an edge of adrenaline in the sport he did it. It was what made him feel alive. Not his parents, that they died, while he continued only made him seek some deeper truth. So far it was fruitless. Dark eyes reflected the screen as he checked the boards, the forums on the Goth site were all about despair and death. Becoming acquainted with them while he ate and drank his guilt they offered him succor on occasion, a bit of philosophy or a slight insight on the questions that perplexed him. This time he was offered a bit more. Though the headers of the thread said it was probably a hoax there were numerous follow-up postings about what if it was true. Quite a few online personae offered themselves willingly, or for a small fee. Nothing unusual for this crowd, he thought, they worship some vague defined idea like a deity. Something that will grant a sweet oblivion, Gabriel wasn't sure if that was true, he wasn't sure about much in that realm. The original posting took his attention, as he stared at the link Gabriel wondered, could it be? murderme.com Clicking the link to the site saw it was plain, there was another link on the home page to send a message. A short bit of text on the site. This was what caught the attention of the others. It appealed to him. Get to know me, then kill me, was the gist of it. If it was real, or could it be a prank, he sat for a minute and thought. If a prank it was not that subtle. If it was real, that made him wonder. Getting to know someone, then kill them? Did he want to know that badly, about those last moments. Could he kill to know them? To see the last gasp in someone's eyes and know what it was that took his parents, but left him slim, trim and unscathed. It hadn't been a course he thought to answer the question, but nothing else had served so far. Fingers poised above the keyboard, he watched the blinking cursor until the screen darkened and he sat in the shadows of the den for a moment. Almost communing with his new muse. Well, it's one step closer to you, he told the dark. Speaking to whatever form he thought stalked, or watched him, from the shadows. Where some invisible hand reached out and took his parents, leaving him wanting. Philosophers had been his companions of late and they never disappointed in giving something poignant. If University had taught him anything it was that the great questions were always asked and debated, but rarely answered. He'd delved deeply into philosophy and religions to pull him back out of his well of guilt. Back to his usual risk taking, if not reaching for ever greater risks, he still felt alive with the thrill of it all but had come no closer to understanding. The quote came to him as he looked into the dark, waiting for it to look back at him. If it ever did, Gabriel never noticed. If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself. I'm interested. Adding his email he held his finger over the mouse, with a click that sounded like a million others, no thunderous chime of some bell forged in Hell. No strikes of lightning. No sudden rain. Noting unusual, except the message on the screen. Email Sent.