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Rain fell into the street. Thunder echoed in the distance. A man, only seen as the lightning light the city for a split second, walked the alley. His wet black hair covered his left eye. The knife in his hand was ready to kill. He saw his target. The man fit the description perfectly. He walked in a crouch hidden in the shadows. As he reached his target, he stood upright. Quickly, he stabbed the back of his target as he reached around to cover the man's mouth to muffle the screams. Slowly, he lowered the lifeless body to the ground and walked away.

The Crucifier


Rain trickled down the glass as the hooded figure got in the taxi. He was an odd fellow, though clearly stating the destination of his desire. He kept to himself and didn’t speak. At least not until the driver asked for his pay.
When this happened, the stranger lowered his hood. All across his face were scars and gashes. At once, the driver recognized the man immediately. He was always on the news. Reports of a people being “crucifying” people to walls with knives then stabbing and torturing them were all over the news.
Just then, the driver blacked out. The man gained consciousness and screamed. His hands were pierced with knives and stuck on a board.
“Good, you’re awake” hissed a sinister voice from the side.
The man looked over. In the twilight of the room, a man whose skin could match the hue of the moon’s light was standing in the corner. He was holding something. The man could not tell what it was except for the white hot tip that glowed in the darkness of the Crucifier’s lair.
Surrounding them on the shelves were blood-sulked bones and skulls. In the gloom of the room a corpse, looking as though it just passed through the veil of life and death, lay motionless on the ground covered in gashes.
“I’ve been getting more fortunate by the minute” muttered the killer as he recognized his new victim. “Dan Johnston, we meet again.”
“Keep your pointed tongue behind your teeth you filthy man.”
“Someone’s ill-mannered. Then again you’ve always been that way. You put me through an immeasurable hell when we were in school together.” The man walked closer, “Never considering the pain you caused me. I thought I could escape your taunting after my sudden disappearance but apparently you liked to play with you prey”
Dan felt a searing pain in his leg that was obviously made by a torched fire poker.
“As do I!” he finished.
“So is this what you planned for me?” Dan asked “Pain above all else?”
“Yes, but where to start?”
He grabbed a steak knife.
“Should I cut out your tongue? No, I want to hear all your pleas for mercy. I think I will start with your eyes.”
Dan mustered all his strength and kicked the knife out of the Crucifier’s hand. The knife fell but there was no sound on the floor but instead a scream came from the murderer. The knife fell, instead, into Crucifier’s foot.
“Yes, never leaving me alone are you”
“If I were to leave I’d have to rip my hands through these knives but yet that would still not satisfy your blood-lust would it?”
“No, but killing you will bring me that much closer.”
The Crucifier pulled the knife from his foot and with great force, stuck the knife through Dan’s heart from blade to hilt.

Down in the depths of an abandoned mine shaft, an unknown species of animals lurked. They had rock hard bodies and wings and lived in mounds of sulpher .these species.
One day some exploring teens unfurled their species. This discovery altered history forever. The teens scoured around and found a deep mine shaft. They also noticed a black and red mine cart and hopped in. in a split second the cart raced down the tracks to make a deafening screech. It came to an abrupt halt. The teens looked around wondering where they were. A creature from the mounds watched them. They were clueless as to what was going to happen to them next. An abyssal bird flew at an amazing speed and gashed the smallest ones legs. They found a dead body covered in maggots with decomposed flesh and organs hanging on the cavern wall.
They were scared. Not the casual Halloween scared. The kind of scared nobody dares to think of. They searched and searched for the cart but couldn’t find it. They walked along the mine cart tracks and found the cart. They hopped in. it moved fast, but slower than last time and gaining speed. A reptile swooped down and knocked the unconscious teen out of the cart. He rolled down the hill. They were going as fast, if not faster than last time. All they could do is watch a great friend roll to his inevitable death.
All the sudden the smallest one woke up. It was all a dream. As he went to school he noticed a scar on both of his legs where he used to not have one.

From 5th grade (Now in 7th)

It burned his heart like a flame to a candle. Seeing the too together after the lie that hung in his head. I can’t date till high school. What a filthy lie that was. In fact, that morning he had saw her with the lowest form of people. A jock. He wished he could go blind so he couldn’t see them together. The way they laughed and the way they flirted. All the times they had danced and hugged meant nothing. His thoughts of her couldn’t have been more wrong. She was just like the other girls. Not able to live unless they have a so called “relationship”

Noise echoed through the hallway as the commute from class to class progressed. From the slots in the locker Ilia spot a giant among others emerge from the corner of the hallway. She knew what was coming from all of the scars and bruises. Ilia saw a gleam from the cuffs of her bully. As the crowd cleared the hall, Ilia remain hidden behind her locker door. A long shadow began to cover Ilia. She’s right over me; she thought preparing herself and getting ready for the storm. A metallic scraping noise could be heard inches away. A gleam in the hallway light and within seconds Ilia had a burning sensation across her wrists. All of the sudden she was slammed into the back of her locker and a loud slam vibrated in her eardrums. Then she had a wild though of how to end all of this. She readied herself for a Very bad pain that would overcome her mouth in a second. With tears streaming down her cheeks her jaws snapped close and she screamed with pain. The outside of the locker became noisy but all of that seemed to dissolve as she lost consciousness for the last time

Rain drops seems to illuminate from the lightning in small town of Sil, a Dark Druid, Psuedo, testing his knowledge of the Ancient Dark Arts in his towns underground tunnels against the law abiding Justiciars. Blood stains the tunnel walls as Dark spells cut through the armor and skin of the law-keepers armor. In the foggy mist of the tunnels Pseudo sees an escape and quickly casts a Dark Blind spell on the surrounding area and makes his way up the tunnel ladder. Local citizens couldn't help but hearing the death shrieks of the Justiciars and run out to stop him. Unexpeirenced bodies fly everywhere and their blood paints the side of Psuedo's mask. A mystic Aura surrounds Psuedo as his body lifts off the ground and shoots toward the church roof. A bright flash of lightning reveals him with his hand towards the heavens and a low muttering could be heard. A dark shroud circles the town. A wave of Psuedo's hand and the shroud vanished and revealed the town in burnt ruins.

Have you ever felt someone has been taking pictures of you on the streets? Unexplained murders in your neighborhoods? Nicholas Crenshol may have been one of the culprits.

For six years in numerous towns across New England, 42 unexplainable murders occurred. Seven murders each year in New England states. Nicholas Crenshol takes seven stealthy pictures of his “victims”. He always left clues of who was next. He would post a picture of them on a pole. His goals were to assassinate all his victims before November 17. For him it was a sport. For us it was a life or death situation.
8:30p.m 10/31/01, Halloween, Nicholas Crenshol was in unexpected places with his camera ready. *Click*, the first picture, he dashed stealthily to his next spot. *Click*, the second picture, as soon as he could take that picture he would dash off into the woods dodging branches, twigs, and low hanging objects also jumping the hood of an abandoned car. Aimed his camera and, *Click* the third picture. Somebody saw Nicholas. *Click* quickly, he photographed them. They told the authorities of a tall thin man with shady eyes taking pictures. When the police heard the bystander they rushed to the scene and saw nothing. By the end of the night, Nicholas had taken the rest of the pictures.
Back at his small “hideout” he plotted spooky and unthinkable ways of tormenting his victims. He got all his devices ready, timed bombs, remote detonators, hand grenades, silenced pistols, and a switchblade, and a rope.
He had observed his victims schedules. He went for the first victim. Nicholas placed a timed bomb under the hood of his “prey’s” car.
As he turned around to run, a police man stopped him. Not knowing what to do Nicholas ran. He ran to a hill. Children were playing in piles of colorful piles of leaves. Toy witches were hanging everywhere. Gooey cakes were being eaten. The running and screaming children had no clue of what was going on. Nicholas snatched the coat of a child and took it hostage.
He ran with the boy no older than six to a bridge. He told the child told hold on to his jacket. He took the rope and tied a loop that tightens upon being pulled around his waist. The other end was tied around a pillar on the bridge. Nicholas jumped down and the child squirmed free. The boy landed in a lake and swam ashore. As Nicholas tried grabbing him, his arms fell through his loop. He grabbed it while the loop was near his neck.
Nicholas had strangled himself. The eerie glow that once glistened in his eyes was gone. The criminal whom assassinated others, was dead. Years passed and no one mentioned Nicholas Crenshol ever again. His legacy was over.

Amy was just starting the 10th grade, and her first year of high school.
“All right new year, new grade, new school, new really cute uniform,” she said as she put on her new clothes, “new me and hopefully a new love.” As she was walking to school she was hit by a kid on a bike.
“Watch where you’re going girl!” he said.
“You watch where you’re going!” yelled Amy, “gezz boys,” and she continued to walk to school, when she got there and saw how big it was she was amazed,
“Wow so big, but scary at the same time. There has to me a guy here for me.” She got to her locker, as she was getting out her things for her next class she saw him, the kid that had done that hit and run. She couldn’t believe that he went here he looked so young but he was cute.
“Hey, you! Kid that got me with the bike earlier!”
“What do you want” he said and he got a good look at her and it was like cupid hit him.
“What’s your problem huh? You didn’t even ask if I was ok. What if you had hurt me?” Amy looked at him.
“Well, um… I’m sorry, my name’s Brian this is my first day,” Brian softly spoke “I’m really sorry I uh…didn’t get a real good look at you but I uh…I think, that my class is this way bye.” Brian ran to where he thought his next class was.
“Well my name’s Amy,” she yelled so that he could hear her. She blinked has he was out of sight.
“That was kinda weird, well whatever She walked to her next class and she went to her assigned seat the seat in front of hers said “Brian” but she didn’t think anything of it. There must be more Brians in this grade then one but, she was wrong. Brian walked into the class with a pass.
“Sorry I’m late I went to the wrong class.” Brain was kind of out of breath obviously trying to get here before the bell.
“Brian you’re sitting in front of Amy, Amy raise your hand,” said the teacher. Amy raised her hand and Brian almost had a heart attack, then became clam, cool, and composed again.
“I thought your next class was on the other side of the school?” Amy smiled at him
“Well it is the first day of school and I can get lost you know.” Brian turned to face her, “I know this may seem strange but could you sit with me the lunch under the tree?”
“Sure I don’t know anyone here but you since I moved here over the summer.” She said.
At lunch they went on and on talking about there likes, dislikes, and came to find that they both were growing to like each other even more. The next day Amy was a little late for lunch because her per-test ran late, but she thought that he would still be there waiting for her and when she got there he wasn’t there. Instead there was just a bag of candies with a note that said….
“I know that we just met and that I shouldn’t have been such a jerk at first but, will you got out with me? I will be here 15 minutes into lunch. That will give you enough time to think about it. “15 minutes into lunch!?” she looked at her watch “that’s about 3 minutes.” He came over to her.
“So um... did you see the candies?” Brian said.
“Yes and yes.” Amy smiled.