As the boy regained consciousness he looked at the bodies of his parents lying in the centre of the room, he couldn’t even scream his head hurt so much. He lay there while the men had stabbed his father and cut his mothers head clean off her body, as they laughed and joked.
The boy couldn’t understand why this had happened, his family was poor, had no money and didn’t even own the house. They had broken in late at night when he was sleeping. He had run to see what was happening his father had pushed him against the wall where he had hit his head. The men had killed his father first and then turned on his mother. Now he was the only one left, he had picked up his fathers knife and was holding it in front of him as the men approached.
"Well now, quiet the legends you guys are, four men against a five year old boy!" said a voice, "I bet you’ll be telling this story for years to come. Maybe I should even up the odds?"
As the men turned they died one by one before they could even raise there weapons.
"Don’t worry kid I'm Leon, Justice of the peace and distributor of justice. You have nothing to worry about any more." He said as he picked the kid up and started to walk out of the room.
"You stupid bastard," the kid screamed "my parents are dead I've nowhere to live and no future to look forward to. And you think that I've nothing to worry about any more. Why didn’t you come in earlier?"
"Well, I don’t think you know how things are. Still at least you can know that your parents have been avenged and that justice has been served. After all I couldn’t have killed those bad men until they committed a serious crime. So really your parents died for a good reason. I mean if I went around killing people that were about to commit crimes and had not committed them yet then I would be no better than a common vigilantly."
Leons eyes widened as the kids knife entered his shoulder. "Fuck" he screamed as he dropped the kid and started to walk out of the house. 'Aw well' thought Leon another victim who didn’t even have the manors to thank him for his work. He looked back as he walked out the door to see the kid lying on the floor, cradling something in his arms and crying. It was then he realised he had dropped the kid on the decapitated head of his mother.
‘Time to head home to my wife and kids, it's steak night and I want to make sure I get the biggest piece.’ Leon thought as he closed the remains of the front door and walked into the night.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
The death of Ricardo part 3
As Kelly lay in the store room the others lay in different rooms experiencing the same intense paranoia. All except David Addison and M who sat in the sitting room. M lay on the couch eyes closed as David Addison paced in front of him.
"Well now M you appear to be more resistant to the drug than the rest of them. You see I had spiked all of Ricardo's alcohol, which is why I brought my own bottle of Merlot. I guess while I wait for you to succumb to the effects of the drug a bit of Monologing should pass the time. You see Ricardo and I were business acquaintances, we exported high quality extremely rare chemicals for personal use. I created them and Ricardo distributed them. We had it sweet the Spanish authorities had no idea who we were or even that we were creating the drugs in there country. However after I created my latest drug I needed someone to test it out on as Ricardo was away I felt it would be best to try its effects out on his lovely wife and children. I never liked them you know and they were always scheming to get rid of me. HA.HA” he laughed “that is to say I always dreamed of getting rid of them. Do you know his wife actually wanted an equal share in the profits?” he turned and looked at M, “Well of course you wouldn’t. Well after they died, painfully I might add Ricardo became shall we say a little upset and threatened to go to the cops. However firstly he decided to flee the country and ended up here. By a stroke of luck I stumbled across Roberts blog site which mentioned a man called Ricardo who had moved here from Spain under suspicious circumstances. Now all you people have to do is die and I can return to Spain and enjoy my new life.”
“I’m afraid that you won’t be enjoying your new life or for that matter any life at all” said a voice which sounded like M’s but infinitely more chilling.
“What….How…….Who” David Addison stuttered.
The man who had once been M laughed, “What am I doing? Well I’m going to kill you. How am I able to walk after your little drug! I have been filled full of drugs for my whole life as the idiot doctors tried to cure what they did not understand. Who am I. I’m X, take a good look as I will be the last thing you ever see.”
The next day the cops went back to investigate Ricardo’s murder scene and found every room in the house covered top to bottom in human blood. No bodies were ever found and no one was ever arrested.
"Well now M you appear to be more resistant to the drug than the rest of them. You see I had spiked all of Ricardo's alcohol, which is why I brought my own bottle of Merlot. I guess while I wait for you to succumb to the effects of the drug a bit of Monologing should pass the time. You see Ricardo and I were business acquaintances, we exported high quality extremely rare chemicals for personal use. I created them and Ricardo distributed them. We had it sweet the Spanish authorities had no idea who we were or even that we were creating the drugs in there country. However after I created my latest drug I needed someone to test it out on as Ricardo was away I felt it would be best to try its effects out on his lovely wife and children. I never liked them you know and they were always scheming to get rid of me. HA.HA” he laughed “that is to say I always dreamed of getting rid of them. Do you know his wife actually wanted an equal share in the profits?” he turned and looked at M, “Well of course you wouldn’t. Well after they died, painfully I might add Ricardo became shall we say a little upset and threatened to go to the cops. However firstly he decided to flee the country and ended up here. By a stroke of luck I stumbled across Roberts blog site which mentioned a man called Ricardo who had moved here from Spain under suspicious circumstances. Now all you people have to do is die and I can return to Spain and enjoy my new life.”
“I’m afraid that you won’t be enjoying your new life or for that matter any life at all” said a voice which sounded like M’s but infinitely more chilling.
“What….How…….Who” David Addison stuttered.
The man who had once been M laughed, “What am I doing? Well I’m going to kill you. How am I able to walk after your little drug! I have been filled full of drugs for my whole life as the idiot doctors tried to cure what they did not understand. Who am I. I’m X, take a good look as I will be the last thing you ever see.”
The next day the cops went back to investigate Ricardo’s murder scene and found every room in the house covered top to bottom in human blood. No bodies were ever found and no one was ever arrested.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Anti-Veg
The Anti-vegetarian society for the protection of mankind from it most dangerous enemy, nature.
This is an extract from the minutes of the Second annual general meeting. Lord Fondlebottom Fundleroy outlines some of the main problems there organization is facing in trying to drum up support for wiping out every animal on earth just in case they evolve beyond man kind.
"A complete failure is how I would describe it my learned brothers. Our slogan is not winning the hearts and minds of the people. It just doesn’t appeal to today’s youth. The idea of who would you choose 'a bunny or your family' has prompted a rival group called 'My Mommy before my bunny' to be set up as a counter to as they call us 'The Kill them all and let God sort it out organization'. Not even our campaign to convince the vegetarians that if all animals are dead we will all have to eat their crappy soy food has made a dent in the market.
Quiet literally our most important goal in our coming year is to increase membership and get our message out to more people. I do realize that membership is at an all time high but that is only because Finton's wife had a baby and frankly I would not describe 6 as an all time high."
This is an extract from the minutes of the Second annual general meeting. Lord Fondlebottom Fundleroy outlines some of the main problems there organization is facing in trying to drum up support for wiping out every animal on earth just in case they evolve beyond man kind.
"A complete failure is how I would describe it my learned brothers. Our slogan is not winning the hearts and minds of the people. It just doesn’t appeal to today’s youth. The idea of who would you choose 'a bunny or your family' has prompted a rival group called 'My Mommy before my bunny' to be set up as a counter to as they call us 'The Kill them all and let God sort it out organization'. Not even our campaign to convince the vegetarians that if all animals are dead we will all have to eat their crappy soy food has made a dent in the market.
Quiet literally our most important goal in our coming year is to increase membership and get our message out to more people. I do realize that membership is at an all time high but that is only because Finton's wife had a baby and frankly I would not describe 6 as an all time high."
Thursday, June 09, 2005
THUMP
'THUMP'
The man woke suddenly and jammed on the brakes. He jumped from the car and raced to the side of the road. He prayed he would see a dog or a badger but he knew only one creature makes that noise when it’s hit by a car. After a moments search he found the body of the man he had struck.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he chants as he looks at the crumpled body of his victim.
The man coughs blood and his eyes roll. The driver notices his hand is missing, an old wound unrelated to the accident. The driver picks up the mans wallet and a picture falls out it’s of a boy and his father the cop. As the man realises he killed a cop and made a boy fatherless he cries and the man dies.
He had been following the girl for almost an hour now. Her red hair flowed as she walked the streets of the town.
"Bitch" he mutters, "No one will stand in my way. I must find him no matter what it takes"
As the girl walks into the alley which leads to her house the man gets closer. When she puts her key in the door he moves in pushing her through and knocking her to the ground. He closes the door and turns on her, failing to see the bruses which cover her face.
"Where is he you bitch" he screams as he hits her.
"I don’t know, I don’t know" she cries as he hits her again and again with his artificial hand.
She is knocked unconscious but he continues to hit her. "I must find him, I have to find him” he is saying as she dies.
She had fixed his favourite dinner, wore her best dress and had her red hair tied up just the way he liked it but every inch of her being screamed 'run' as she heard his key enter the lock.
He had hit her again last night and had kept hitting her until she lost consciousness. They had been together for almost two years and every time she brought up the idea of having a family he had gotten upset but he had never hit her before last week. She loved him and thought that he loved her, but last week it had all changed. They had mentioned children only once before that night he had dismissed it out of hand and told her never to bring it up again. But she had really wanted children, her sisters daughter was three and a constant source of joy to her. She had decided to approach her partner so they could work through whatever issues he had together. He had become more and more angry as she pressed him and she was stunned when his hand struck her face. He had hit her back handed and walked from the room. He had barely spoken to her since then and it was last night that she had decided to apologise to him. She had grown angry by his constant attempt to dismiss it and she pressed for a reason for his violence.
As he walked into the room he had tears in his eyes he walked up to her and opened his mouth. She looked into his clear blue eyes and saw the glint of the knife in her hand as it plunged into his throat.
Two years ago to the day the man had been on patrol, his first day working for the security firm that protected almost every house in the neighbourhood. He had seen a suspicious looking man with one hand enter an apartment. His partner had said he was going in for a closer look and had been gone for a long time. As he heard a shot ring out he had sprung from his car and ran to the door. The door opened and he saw a gun. He fired two shots chest high on the door and the body of a six year old boy crumpled to the ground. The car next door backfired for the second time.
The five year old child had been playing with his favourite toy his plastic gun, on his grandparent’s farm when he noticed the door of the shed was open. As he walked in he accidentally hit the start button on the shredding machine. He began throwing sticks and stones into the machine and eventually it jammed as his watch slipped from his wrist into the machine he had climbed upon it to try to get it out. It was at this moment that his father the cop walked in still wearing his uniform.
"Hold up little man" he said picking the boy off his perch, "I'll get that."
"You know better than to go near this machine." he said as he reached into get his sons watch, "I could never live with myself if you got hurt"
As he pried the watch from the machine his sleeve got caught and his hand was almost completely ripped off.
As he lay holding the remains of his hand in his lap and his son screamed in fear, he saw an image of the man who would kill him. After being asleep at the wheel he sat on the road side crying over a picture of a cop and his son.
The man woke suddenly and jammed on the brakes. He jumped from the car and raced to the side of the road. He prayed he would see a dog or a badger but he knew only one creature makes that noise when it’s hit by a car. After a moments search he found the body of the man he had struck.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he chants as he looks at the crumpled body of his victim.
The man coughs blood and his eyes roll. The driver notices his hand is missing, an old wound unrelated to the accident. The driver picks up the mans wallet and a picture falls out it’s of a boy and his father the cop. As the man realises he killed a cop and made a boy fatherless he cries and the man dies.
He had been following the girl for almost an hour now. Her red hair flowed as she walked the streets of the town.
"Bitch" he mutters, "No one will stand in my way. I must find him no matter what it takes"
As the girl walks into the alley which leads to her house the man gets closer. When she puts her key in the door he moves in pushing her through and knocking her to the ground. He closes the door and turns on her, failing to see the bruses which cover her face.
"Where is he you bitch" he screams as he hits her.
"I don’t know, I don’t know" she cries as he hits her again and again with his artificial hand.
She is knocked unconscious but he continues to hit her. "I must find him, I have to find him” he is saying as she dies.
She had fixed his favourite dinner, wore her best dress and had her red hair tied up just the way he liked it but every inch of her being screamed 'run' as she heard his key enter the lock.
He had hit her again last night and had kept hitting her until she lost consciousness. They had been together for almost two years and every time she brought up the idea of having a family he had gotten upset but he had never hit her before last week. She loved him and thought that he loved her, but last week it had all changed. They had mentioned children only once before that night he had dismissed it out of hand and told her never to bring it up again. But she had really wanted children, her sisters daughter was three and a constant source of joy to her. She had decided to approach her partner so they could work through whatever issues he had together. He had become more and more angry as she pressed him and she was stunned when his hand struck her face. He had hit her back handed and walked from the room. He had barely spoken to her since then and it was last night that she had decided to apologise to him. She had grown angry by his constant attempt to dismiss it and she pressed for a reason for his violence.
As he walked into the room he had tears in his eyes he walked up to her and opened his mouth. She looked into his clear blue eyes and saw the glint of the knife in her hand as it plunged into his throat.
Two years ago to the day the man had been on patrol, his first day working for the security firm that protected almost every house in the neighbourhood. He had seen a suspicious looking man with one hand enter an apartment. His partner had said he was going in for a closer look and had been gone for a long time. As he heard a shot ring out he had sprung from his car and ran to the door. The door opened and he saw a gun. He fired two shots chest high on the door and the body of a six year old boy crumpled to the ground. The car next door backfired for the second time.
The five year old child had been playing with his favourite toy his plastic gun, on his grandparent’s farm when he noticed the door of the shed was open. As he walked in he accidentally hit the start button on the shredding machine. He began throwing sticks and stones into the machine and eventually it jammed as his watch slipped from his wrist into the machine he had climbed upon it to try to get it out. It was at this moment that his father the cop walked in still wearing his uniform.
"Hold up little man" he said picking the boy off his perch, "I'll get that."
"You know better than to go near this machine." he said as he reached into get his sons watch, "I could never live with myself if you got hurt"
As he pried the watch from the machine his sleeve got caught and his hand was almost completely ripped off.
As he lay holding the remains of his hand in his lap and his son screamed in fear, he saw an image of the man who would kill him. After being asleep at the wheel he sat on the road side crying over a picture of a cop and his son.
Friday, June 03, 2005
The Death of Ricardo part 2
As Kelly contemplated what had happened he couldn’t help but curse. 'I don’t believe the cops think I had something to do with some dead Spanish guy. I have to sort this shit out.'
He quickly contacted his fellow suspects except for X who wanted no part of it and arranged for them to meet at Ricardo's house.
By the time M and David Addison arrived, Rob and Kelly were already in the house. They met at the front door just in time to see Daly tear up the drive way and handbrake into a space.
"How the hell did ye get into the house?" he asked.
"The window was open" Kelly said "If your window is open anyone can enter your house."
"Kelly broke the widow with a rock" said Rob.
"Accidentally." screamed Kelly "I was merely knocking on the door to see if anyone was home"
"Except by door you mean window and by knocking mean throwing a rock at it." Mewsed Rob.
"Ah who gives a shit lets get inside” stated Kelly.
As they walked in Davit Addison smoked his pipe and sipped on a glass of Merlot. As M entered the room he scoffed.
"I fucking hate Merlot" he said as he brushed past David Addison to take a seat in the corner.
They all took a seat and Kelly began to out line there problem and they discussed the one line comment on a blog which had lead to this problem. This soon degraded into an argument.
"Twelve angry men" Daly said.
"Ya but there are only 5 of us?" stated Kelly.
"No. I'm like twelve angry men" Daly said "I have a fucking sangich at home I could be eating, instead I am here listening to you dick heads."
"Hey I'm just stoked that it wasn't me who was killed" said rob "I had this weird feeling that some one was going to kill me. 'Oh well luck someone else and not me' I always say."
"I have never heard you say that" said M.
"'Oh well luck someone else and not me'. That’s twice M" taunted Rob.
"Ok this isn’t helping, let’s try to figure out what we can do to sort this mess out." stated Kelly "Does anyone know if there is any way to get us out of this."
"Well" laughed David Addison "I think us sitting in side the murdered guy’s house after breaking in, is not the best way to get out of this."
"It's ok the window was open" said Kelly.
"No it wasn't" screamed Daily "You broke the window and even if it was open you cannot enter a house if a window is open. If that was true you would have every scumbag in the area in your house every time you wanted to open a window."
"This house is damned" said a voice.
"Who said that?" Kelly asked.
"I didn’t hear anything" said M looking around.
Kelly thought that he saw a figure in the kitchen and ran in, but found no one. He walked outside but still found no one. When he walked back into the sitting room everyone else was crowded around the liquor cabinet.
"What the fuck" screamed Kelly, "You’re stealing the booze?"
"Well we did just break in?" stated David Addison.
"Fuck ya give me a bottle of something expensive" laughed Kelly.
As the hours passed the lads got more and more drunk. David Addison bumped into the table and the lads burst out laughing.
"Oh well luck someone else and not me". shouted Rob" That’s three times M. Wwaaa."
Kelly staggered into the kitchen and looked out the window. He could swear that he saw someone at the end of the garden.
Later that night Kelly lay on the store room floor and could only think 'Oh my God he’s in my head’. I have to get out, even if I have to eat my way out!.
He quickly contacted his fellow suspects except for X who wanted no part of it and arranged for them to meet at Ricardo's house.
By the time M and David Addison arrived, Rob and Kelly were already in the house. They met at the front door just in time to see Daly tear up the drive way and handbrake into a space.
"How the hell did ye get into the house?" he asked.
"The window was open" Kelly said "If your window is open anyone can enter your house."
"Kelly broke the widow with a rock" said Rob.
"Accidentally." screamed Kelly "I was merely knocking on the door to see if anyone was home"
"Except by door you mean window and by knocking mean throwing a rock at it." Mewsed Rob.
"Ah who gives a shit lets get inside” stated Kelly.
As they walked in Davit Addison smoked his pipe and sipped on a glass of Merlot. As M entered the room he scoffed.
"I fucking hate Merlot" he said as he brushed past David Addison to take a seat in the corner.
They all took a seat and Kelly began to out line there problem and they discussed the one line comment on a blog which had lead to this problem. This soon degraded into an argument.
"Twelve angry men" Daly said.
"Ya but there are only 5 of us?" stated Kelly.
"No. I'm like twelve angry men" Daly said "I have a fucking sangich at home I could be eating, instead I am here listening to you dick heads."
"Hey I'm just stoked that it wasn't me who was killed" said rob "I had this weird feeling that some one was going to kill me. 'Oh well luck someone else and not me' I always say."
"I have never heard you say that" said M.
"'Oh well luck someone else and not me'. That’s twice M" taunted Rob.
"Ok this isn’t helping, let’s try to figure out what we can do to sort this mess out." stated Kelly "Does anyone know if there is any way to get us out of this."
"Well" laughed David Addison "I think us sitting in side the murdered guy’s house after breaking in, is not the best way to get out of this."
"It's ok the window was open" said Kelly.
"No it wasn't" screamed Daily "You broke the window and even if it was open you cannot enter a house if a window is open. If that was true you would have every scumbag in the area in your house every time you wanted to open a window."
"This house is damned" said a voice.
"Who said that?" Kelly asked.
"I didn’t hear anything" said M looking around.
Kelly thought that he saw a figure in the kitchen and ran in, but found no one. He walked outside but still found no one. When he walked back into the sitting room everyone else was crowded around the liquor cabinet.
"What the fuck" screamed Kelly, "You’re stealing the booze?"
"Well we did just break in?" stated David Addison.
"Fuck ya give me a bottle of something expensive" laughed Kelly.
As the hours passed the lads got more and more drunk. David Addison bumped into the table and the lads burst out laughing.
"Oh well luck someone else and not me". shouted Rob" That’s three times M. Wwaaa."
Kelly staggered into the kitchen and looked out the window. He could swear that he saw someone at the end of the garden.
Later that night Kelly lay on the store room floor and could only think 'Oh my God he’s in my head’. I have to get out, even if I have to eat my way out!.
The Death of Ricardo
As Ricardo looked out the window of his new house he reflected on his life up until now. His hasty flight from Spain left him little time to come to terms with what had happened to him over the last number of months. But now he was settling in to a picturesque part of the Irish countryside and was beginning to enjoy the life of an Irish man. He had just spent his fist day drinking and his first night puking. ‘Beautiful’ he said to himself ‘such a simple way to pass time but it sure beats doing nothing’. He stood there for a while trying to figure out if that statement made any sense or if he was still intoxicated from the night before. It was while he was doing this that he thought he saw a figure at the end of the garden. It was evening and the light was fading fast but he was sure he had seen something. He put on his coat and hat, got a torch from the cupboard and went out to investigate. As he got to the end of the garden he looked around and finding nothing he decided it was a false alarm and turned to go back to the house. As the light from his torch passed the tree he thought he saw an arm but when he looked back there was nothing there. Ricardo decided to return to the house, as he walked towards the front door he decided that he was being paranoid. He was still a little unused to having so much space around him his only neighbor was a collage student named Robert. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed a 5 euro note on the ground. ‘Score’ he said and bent down to pick it up, it was at this moment that the figure walked up behind him and struck him on the back of the head.
The next day Robert was out for his daily jog and noticed the front door of his neighbor’s house was wide open. “Oh yes” said Robert aloud that bastard Ricardo owes me a cup of sugar and now’s my chance to get it back.” Robert walked in to the kitchen and opened the door to the store room and discovered what police later told him was Ricardo.
Robert called the police and they sealed off the house and a detective walked over to question Rob.
“What happened to his face” asked Rob.
“Apparently he tried to bite through his own face to escape whoever killed him. Damnedest thing the coroner is still puking his guts up after seeing it.”
“This house is haunted” said Rob.
“HAHA. Shut up kid” said the detective “Ricardo has just moved into this house and you’re the only suspect. Have you spoken to anyone about Ricardo?”
“Well I mentioned him on a blog on the internet. But wasn’t he from Spain? Maybe he was in some trouble…”
“SHUT UP KID. I don’t fuckin tell you how to study you don’t tell me how to detect. Now all of your internet friends are suspects too. See how that works?” sneered the detective.
Over the next few weeks the cops checked everyone and disregarded anyone with an alibi. Sabe and Jessie are in another country, Ian had been erased from existence by his hair a week or two before and the hair had been out on a date with an attractive woman. Leaving only Robert, Kelly, M, X, Daly and David Addison for the police to question further.
The next day Robert was out for his daily jog and noticed the front door of his neighbor’s house was wide open. “Oh yes” said Robert aloud that bastard Ricardo owes me a cup of sugar and now’s my chance to get it back.” Robert walked in to the kitchen and opened the door to the store room and discovered what police later told him was Ricardo.
Robert called the police and they sealed off the house and a detective walked over to question Rob.
“What happened to his face” asked Rob.
“Apparently he tried to bite through his own face to escape whoever killed him. Damnedest thing the coroner is still puking his guts up after seeing it.”
“This house is haunted” said Rob.
“HAHA. Shut up kid” said the detective “Ricardo has just moved into this house and you’re the only suspect. Have you spoken to anyone about Ricardo?”
“Well I mentioned him on a blog on the internet. But wasn’t he from Spain? Maybe he was in some trouble…”
“SHUT UP KID. I don’t fuckin tell you how to study you don’t tell me how to detect. Now all of your internet friends are suspects too. See how that works?” sneered the detective.
Over the next few weeks the cops checked everyone and disregarded anyone with an alibi. Sabe and Jessie are in another country, Ian had been erased from existence by his hair a week or two before and the hair had been out on a date with an attractive woman. Leaving only Robert, Kelly, M, X, Daly and David Addison for the police to question further.