Post by The Counter Cultist(Sawyer) on Jan 3, 2009 17:07:12 GMT -5
Kill
Five Minutes toChill
Note this is going to be a little Saw-esque, not in exact plot or anything like that...but you'll get it when you read it.
Prologue: 5 Past Midnight
It was a 10 minutes before midnight and Jerry Garcia( forgive me please) wanted to fucking murder his son Paul. Paul was ten and at the stage where long car rides through the mountainous area that made up northern Tennesee and Southern Kentucky bored him, not even blasting his favorite artist's latest CD could shut him up, and to make it even worse, the car had broke down on the side of the road, and he had no spare, and no one was coming.
"Daddy.", Paul began to say.
"Shut up Paul." Jerry replied
"But, Daddy I-"
"Paul when I tell you to shut up you best Shut the Fuck up!"
"But Daddy I think I see a light up their" He said pointing. Jerry looked to where he pointed and sure enough their was an erie light. Looking down, their was a path he had not noticed before, it could easily be walked up.
"Our luck might be changing Paulie, come on let's go see if their's someone up their." , Checking the clock he noted that it was 5 minutes to midnight now. Helping Paul out of the car he helped him as they began to walk up the man made hill, when he reached the top, he saw a house, no that was a lie, he saw a door. The weird thing about the door, it led into the mountain. Thinking the strange door was the lesser of two evils, he walked up, opened it and walked inside. Inside the room was a large entrance hall, with a set of stairs leading to an upper balcony. In the center of the blacony on the wall, there was a clock, that showed 11:59. Jerry looked around and called out.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Garcia, I've been expecting you." Jerry jumped.
"Who's their?" He said in surprise. "How do you know my name"
"That's not important." The voice said, "What is important however is that you will die in 5 minutes." Jerry turned pale, the voice chuckled, the voice itself sounded cold, and heartless, and the chuckle was cruel and malevolent.
"However their is a way to save yourself, kill your son" Jerry swiveled in anger, facing the now closed door. "You have 5 minutes Mr. Garcia, starting now." As he finished the clock striked midnight.
"I'm not gonna kill my son you sick bastard, show your self!" He kwpt swiveling around until finally he faced his son and the clock. Then he felt a sharp pain hit his back, he lurched forward and blood came out of his mouth, he had time to face the clock.
It read 12:05.
turning to his son he muttred his last words.
"Run" Then he died.
Paul attempted to run, but the figure that stabbed his father intercepted him. The figure wore a long blacktrench coat, buttoned up, he had a black fedora on his head, and he wore a black mask that covered his entire face including eyes and mouth. He held a long bloody butcher knife in his hand. Paul started walking backwards, the man followed, he kept going until he reached the stairs then he tripped. Staring up at the man he started breating heavy. The man raised the knife.
Back at the Garcia's car, a sharp scream coursed through the air.
Too bad no one was around to hear it.
Feel Free to tell me what you think guys where I need to improve, also my schedule for adding chapters will be erratic.
Five Minutes to
Note this is going to be a little Saw-esque, not in exact plot or anything like that...but you'll get it when you read it.
Prologue: 5 Past Midnight
It was a 10 minutes before midnight and Jerry Garcia( forgive me please) wanted to fucking murder his son Paul. Paul was ten and at the stage where long car rides through the mountainous area that made up northern Tennesee and Southern Kentucky bored him, not even blasting his favorite artist's latest CD could shut him up, and to make it even worse, the car had broke down on the side of the road, and he had no spare, and no one was coming.
"Daddy.", Paul began to say.
"Shut up Paul." Jerry replied
"But, Daddy I-"
"Paul when I tell you to shut up you best Shut the Fuck up!"
"But Daddy I think I see a light up their" He said pointing. Jerry looked to where he pointed and sure enough their was an erie light. Looking down, their was a path he had not noticed before, it could easily be walked up.
"Our luck might be changing Paulie, come on let's go see if their's someone up their." , Checking the clock he noted that it was 5 minutes to midnight now. Helping Paul out of the car he helped him as they began to walk up the man made hill, when he reached the top, he saw a house, no that was a lie, he saw a door. The weird thing about the door, it led into the mountain. Thinking the strange door was the lesser of two evils, he walked up, opened it and walked inside. Inside the room was a large entrance hall, with a set of stairs leading to an upper balcony. In the center of the blacony on the wall, there was a clock, that showed 11:59. Jerry looked around and called out.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Garcia, I've been expecting you." Jerry jumped.
"Who's their?" He said in surprise. "How do you know my name"
"That's not important." The voice said, "What is important however is that you will die in 5 minutes." Jerry turned pale, the voice chuckled, the voice itself sounded cold, and heartless, and the chuckle was cruel and malevolent.
"However their is a way to save yourself, kill your son" Jerry swiveled in anger, facing the now closed door. "You have 5 minutes Mr. Garcia, starting now." As he finished the clock striked midnight.
"I'm not gonna kill my son you sick bastard, show your self!" He kwpt swiveling around until finally he faced his son and the clock. Then he felt a sharp pain hit his back, he lurched forward and blood came out of his mouth, he had time to face the clock.
It read 12:05.
turning to his son he muttred his last words.
"Run" Then he died.
Paul attempted to run, but the figure that stabbed his father intercepted him. The figure wore a long blacktrench coat, buttoned up, he had a black fedora on his head, and he wore a black mask that covered his entire face including eyes and mouth. He held a long bloody butcher knife in his hand. Paul started walking backwards, the man followed, he kept going until he reached the stairs then he tripped. Staring up at the man he started breating heavy. The man raised the knife.
Back at the Garcia's car, a sharp scream coursed through the air.
Too bad no one was around to hear it.
Feel Free to tell me what you think guys where I need to improve, also my schedule for adding chapters will be erratic.
