Here are some things one needs to consider when taking on this assignment:
- What does he/she look like? (body type, features, clothing)
- History (what was his/her childhood like?)
- Motivation (why is he/she doing these things?)
- What is his/her M.O? (how do they kill? does he/she have a particular method or reason for killing? does he/she leave the victims displayed in a certain way?)
- Setting (in what location is the killer residing?)
- Victims (do they have something in common? is there a particular quality about his/her victims that draws him/her to them?)
- Writing a few brief notes pertaining to each bullet in order to sketch out your character. This should only take about 10-15 minutes. You can do this on a scrap sheet of paper or post the information to the blog as proof of work.
- Writing a one page, typed, single-spaced, 12 pt. Times New Roman, focusing on the history, or background of your killer. You could take this in any direction you want as long as it is in narrative form (no scripts). You can choose to write as the killer (sort of like a journal entry), or in third person (as someone else discussing the killer). A good idea would be to describe the killer's early life, perhaps providing a good deal of insight into why he/she came to be this way.
This assignment will have other parts to follow, so make sure you create something that is interesting to you. The completed 6 day assignment should read like one continuous story.
He sat in his room on the white and blue patterned comforter his mother had bought him just a few weeks before, staring at the wall.
ReplyDeleteWhat’s wrong with the world? He wondered.
Who allows this scum to walk the earth?
His anger grew and his hands tightened around the blanket. In a moment of complete rage he decided what he had to do.
Evan let go of the comforter and walked out of his room, down the hall to his father’s office. He removed the keys from underneath the desk that his father thought was a secret to everyone in the house besides himself, and unlocked the cabinet door. He picked the rifle out of the cabinet and held it carefully, almost like a child, in his hands.
Evan looked at his watch. There was ten minutes before school started.
The thing nobody seemed to remember about Evan Johnson was that, even though it may seem hard to believe, he was a normal, everyday kid. Evan was on the football team, and he was a great player. He had a beautiful girlfriend named Sarah, and lots of friends. But after he was gone, no one seemed to remember that about him. Once Evan ,died the rumors of started to spread. Suddenly he was a control freak with a quick temper. Someone even said they thought there was violence going on between him and Sarah. None of this of course is true.
Oh, girlfriend's name is Sarah hmmm? ;)
Delete• Catalina is a beautiful girl who is a mixture of Indian, Native American, and Hispanic. She has brown hair, green eyes, and is about 5’5.
ReplyDelete• Catalina always had a good childhood. The only issue was her mother was incredibly vain. Her mother would spend more time looking at herself in the mirror than anything else. Since her mother had high standards for looks, Catalina was always judged by her and even became paranoid at certain point. So throughout her whole life her number one focus was to be the most beautiful person she could be.
• Catalina doesn’t have a specific way to kill people. It varies from time to time depending on where the person is at the time she wants to strike. Her targets vary but they all are very attractive people and usually can be looked upon as snobs.
• Catalina doesn’t really stay in one place she resides to. She goes wherever she pleases and leaves without a trace.
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ReplyDelete-He’s a regular human.
-His past was that his dad used to scare his mom and beat her till she bleed.
- Since the day his dad beat his mom to death the boy changed and got crazy and he opened his mouth and ate his father’s head and he hung him on the tree in the back yard. Since that day the boy killed everyone who scared their wife or girlfriend.
- The boy grew up and he lived in his old house and he buried his mom in her room and he would talk to her every time and kiss her goodnight.
- The boy hears voices in his head of girls and women screaming because they are getting beating. He has a sense of power to hear them and feel their pain when they are calling for help; so he goes and helps them. He kills the people who are hurting the girls but if the girls look at him and scream he would kill them two because he gets a flash back of his mother getting beating.
- Every 10/13 he is the busiest killing machine. This is because his mom died on that day and he goes crazy. No one has killed him yet they don’t know what his weak spot is or how they could kill him. But these people question his name the devil son. He names himself the devils son because he leaves one eye and eats the other. In history it is well known that the devil has one eye that has been cut but no one knows how.
- The cloths that he wears are black jeans and a black hoodie that has a triangle on it and an eye inside the triangle. His cloths simple are illuminati. Illuminati are people who give their soul to the devil because they believe that there is neither god nor afterlife. He is one of them because in his head he always says if there is a god why he makes these men hurt them. He always says “why why why why” As he kills the men and boys that hurt their love ones. He says why why why before he eats them or cut them open and hangs them on the tree. He eats their faces because if god created these humans he could turn them back to what they wore but nothing happens. Also he believes that his mom can’t come back because there is no god. But he talks to the devil the devil plays with his head and he says I would bring your mother from the dead if you obey me.
-The devil son is doing everything to get his mom back and protect other women from men who beat their love ones. The boy sleeps during the day because he doesn’t like to be in the light. The light makes his eyes go blurry and he could not see very well because for the past years as a child he stayed with his mother in the dark room and the devil was talking to him for years to convince him to obey him. As soon as the devil said ill bring your mom back the boy got up and started to kill evil. He kills people with a triangle knife that has two sharp sides that represent him and he eats people after he kills them with the knife because he want his dad to feel the pain in hell.
His name was James Werner he was a German citizen until he moved to America, him and his troop of mercenaries rotate out of Africa performing security for the companies that base themselves there. He was always the pretty boy of his outfit of misfits. On the plane ride over to Africa he was joking around with the other men. They always had fun on these deployments, they just came in, looked tough and their bank accounts grew. On occasion they did have to kill some of the locals for attacking the workers and James did have blood on his hands and he was no stranger to being shot. He already had five bullet holes in him and one laceration from a crazy native with a machete. He was in love with his work; he loved seeing exotic lands and at times he was more than happy to kill any of the natives but only if the price was right. He charged a small fee for each and every head he took. There was always a telltale mark of his kill; he used bullets coated in his own special serum that burnt a large X around the bullet hole in the victim. This deployment changed his entire life though; it was a routine security job in and out in three months just pulling guard for the employees and the facility itself. The owner of the facility told James’s troop that a group of militant locals were disrupting their shipments and terrorizing his workers and that they were to go and silence them. After a few weeks of seeing no action and just sitting around they were more than happy to stretch their feet and wet their blades. They kitted up and moved out to the town where these people lived. They entered the village to be greeted by a barrage of gunfire. They returned fire but not without taking casualties of their own, James was hit in the thigh and his left shoulder spinning him down near one of their burning vehicles. He was unable to move and the vehicle eventually exploded covering him in flames. His body was severely burnt and his face became disfigured from the burn wounds. He was left by his comrades to die in that cesspool of a village and was found by some Red Cross workers crawling through the desert. They picked him up and brought him to a medical center to treat his wounds. That fire that almost killed him also saved his life. It cauterized the bullet wounds stopping the bleeding so he wouldn’t bleed out. He eventually was able to move again but there was something drastically wrong with his mind. He had violent outbursts but not like most people, he would act on these impulses and kill anyone in his path. The Red Cross station where he was fixed up. He grabbed any surgical tool he could find cutting anyone in his path to pieces when his first outburst grabbed hold of him. There was only one survivor in the entire camp, she was traumatized by the images she saw, all the mutilated bodies lying around the tents and the limbs all over the ground, then the ocean of blood that coated the tent flaps, beds and the sand it was a pure blood bath. She contacted the authorities and they soon tracked him down wandering from village to village, killing anyone in the area when his anger surfaced. The authorities cornered him in an ally way and just as their fingers tensed on the triggers he vanished before their eyes like a puff of smoke to reappear behind them and slit each and every one of their throats.
ReplyDelete1.) My character is going to be a big 7 foot tall monster with ugly and horrific looks. His favorite weapon to use is going to be a chainsaw he is going to cut people in half and laugh while he is doing it. He can appear in your dreams as well and kill you there too. This makes it the best character because there is no escape of it its either you die or you die even crazier. His name is going to be malakula and only lives in the forest where nobody watches him.
ReplyDelete2.) Malakula wasn’t always the person he is now. He was a nice kind guy when he was younger but people made him who he is now. It all began when he was a child believe it or not his parents. Mother had an addiction of heroin and she even did it while she was pregnant from malakula, she even drank and smoke. Malakula was a pre-mature baby, was born with defects that no one has ever seen before even the doctors couldn’t believe it. His father always loved malakula no matter how he looked like, but in the other hand his mother was so mean to him and gross. She used to tell malakula “why was you born that way you ugly thing”. He would always end up crying in his bedroom. As malakula became older and smarter little kids at school didn’t even wanted to be alongside him or even talk to him. Even the teachers somewhat didn’t want to talk to him. As he entered high school he always used to be the nicest and kindest kid. Had good grades and paid attention to the teachers but that didn’t do anything to help his social life. One day he just couldn’t take it anymore. This group of kids came up to him and started bullying him for no reason just because of how he looked. They started to take his shoes and book bag than put his face in the toilet and even beated him up. Than his eyes turned red and face did too. He started punching everyone and killed them to he put them in a garbage can and dumped them in the sea. Than he ran away from home and his father never heard from him again. Until one day he came up in the news that he had killed more other people and terrifies them as well. They say that he only lives in the woods/forests and waits on whoever comes and bothers him again.
Joshua became a kidnapper because was never loved when he was a kid and growing up was hated by everyone. From his childhood he hated himself. His parents abused him. His parents wished on his death. They always called him a mistake and how they never wanted him. Every little thing that his parents didn’t like about him would earn him a spanking and a new collection to his scars. His parents called him a useless human being and that he’s wasting every gift the world gives him because he is the worst person ever. He was an only child and the reason why his parents never had any sexual relationships with each other. They couldn’t stand the thought of them helping Joshua live on the Earth. They would be happy if Joshua was to be found in jail or even dead.
ReplyDeleteJoshua was a handsome looking boy growing up. He had his little straight hair that covered his eyes, skinny with a little muscles, and had they perfect shade of color from his parents. He was short and didn’t grow to be that tall compared to his parents. The girls adored him because best looking out of everyone in the whole grade. The boys would make fun of him because his teeth were so uneven and he didn’t have the newest kinds of clothes. To be honest he didn’t have any new clothes to change in. He had only two shirts and two pairs of pants and only one pair of shoes. He would have to continuously wash them to the point that they began to smell. He was also so good in every subject and people didn’t enjoy that he was the best out of everyone. Girls began to hate him for he was loved by every teacher. Once he became ugly everyone made fun of him for the littlest things.
Joshua always wished to be loved by someone since his parents never loved him. He felt so unloved by everyone that he would cut himself. He was lucky that he didn’t die from it but sometimes he would call if fate because he found the woman of his dreams. Her name was Bailey she also had long curly dark brown hair. She was skinny and had many type of personalities which made everyone love her she was tall but not too tall. They got married and when she was giving birth she could handle the pain and died from it.
Once his wife died he promised himself that he wasn’t going to handle this pain again that he was not going to go through that pain but let other people go through that pain. Since then he promised himself he was going to be a kidnapper. His two biggest reasons why he wanted to become a kidnapper was because of his dead wife and his best friend Carmen who was the only person that liked him. She was kidnapped by a man and raped then when she refused she had no other choice to agree or to be died. People go around saying that she agreed and gave birth to a baby boy then Carmen died. Rumors go around saying that the boy is still alive and with his father in hiding but he goes to school and has no understanding why his mother died.
He wanted revenge if this was true to get this kid and kill him because his father killed his best friend. He wanted to find this kid and make him feel the pain that his mother felt when she died. Even though Carmen was one of his best friends he always loved her and never told anybody. He took a kid at first that reminded him of Carmen and brought him to this abandoned house. There he took the mistake and killed this boy that wasn’t this boy and once he was dead he was so content. Later on he found out that the boy wasn’t the boy he planned on killing but he enjoyed cutting this boys neck off.
Every time he looked in the mirror he would see a man 5’5 and 187 pounds. He was very tall with straight Justin Bieber like black hair, with uneven teeth that came out of his mouth, a humpback, long nails that had dirt in it, he was skinny and covered with scars that was from his childhood. People say that he would kill kids in the midnight. He would look for anyone hanging out and just stalk them for weeks then when they were alone they would take them. Then he would cut them every day and when he wanted to get entertained he killed them. He would kill kids that reminded him of Carmen in male form and bullies. He would also kill kids that seemed like they were loved by their parents. He would stack kids up by the pack in this abandon house and made sure it had sound proof walls for no one could hear them. He would tie them up to a chair and make sure they couldn’t get out. He got a little tired of this after a while and began to make a new routine. He decided to make every person he could capture he would starve and give them water that could last only two days and if they didn’t die by the week hang them or shoot them.
Delete• When he was young he had his little straight hair that covered his eyes, skinny with a little muscles, and had they perfect shade of color from his parents. Then growing up he was 5’5 and 187 pounds. He was very tall with straight Justin Bieber like black hair, with uneven teeth that came out of his mouth, a humpback, long nails that had dirt in it, he was skinny and covered with scars that was from his childhood.
• Joshua was abused. His parents never loved him. His parents hated him and was liked by girls at first and hated by the other guys from his grade. Gradually everyone began to hate him until he found the love of his life and had a best friend. His wife died from child birth and best friend got raped and died.
• He wants to get the child that was the child of his best friend. He also wants to get bullies that reminded him of his childhood. He would also kill kids that looked like they were loved by their parents.
• He would stack kids up by the pack in this abandon house and made sure it had sound proof walls for no one could hear them. He would tie them up to a chair and make sure they couldn’t get out. He got a little tired of this after a while and began to make a new routine. He decided to make every person he could capture he would starve and give them water that could last only two days and if they didn’t die by the week hang them or shoot them. He preferred the last one he did and sometimes wouldn’t follow his routine he would do anything that pleased him.
• He is located in and abandoned house located outside the little town. There was no one near the house for a good ten minutes. It also had sound proof walls just in case of a person passing by.
• He would kill kids that reminded him of Carmen in male form and bullies. He would also kill kids that seemed like they were loved by their parents.
It started as a nice day and slowly turned into the darkest day ever imagined. It was mid-June and Sheldon’s parents were going out to celebrate his 11th, birthday. He was so excited that day and the family was going to some restaurant in the Bronx. The place was packed so they had to park a block away from the restaurant. The family had the best time and a lot of great memories were made that night. As the parents were walking towards the car, a mugger came up that was visibly foaming from the mouth and looked as though he had taken a lot of drugs. He took a gun and asked for some money, before the parents could respond he shot them point blank in the chest, then as they lay there bleeding to death he refuged through their wallets, then glanced at Sheldon with the look of a killer that just said you’re lucky, and ran away. Sheldon sat there shaking not knowing what just happened and utterly confused. As Sheldon grew up, the thought of that fateful night never left his mind. In school while sitting in class all he would do is sit there a think about that night, occasionally he would draw a picture of what he thought the killer may look like. It would always be some ugly, gruesome man that he imagined killed his parents. Home life was similar to school life. He now lived with his Aunt and Uncle who wanted to take care of Sheldon after the killings. At first he hated it there because all he wanted to do was live with his parents who he wished were still alive. He then became secluded and rarely left his room only to go to school. He then became aggressive towards other people, especially at school. Often he would get sent home for getting into fights and being disruptive. Eventually he would get expelled from his school and would have to go to a new school. But he didn’t want to, he would always protest going back to school and when his aunt and Uncle eventually found a new school for him to go to, he would never leave the house. His Aunt and Uncle tried to get him into counseling and eventually it worked. He got to talk to the counselor and he had to explain to the counselor what was wrong with him and what he saw that night. Sheldon described to him all of the details that he could possibly tell about that night and what he had been thinking about recently and what was making him so standoffish. The counselor asked to leave as Sheldon’s counselor after words because he couldn’t take it. The thoughts that were in Sheldon’s head and what he planned on doing if he ever found the guy that was responsible for his parents death were gross and gory. The counselor told the parents that those thoughts were worse than any other patient he had ever listened to and explained that he thought it would be best if Sheldon went into some psych ward. The Aunt and Uncle did so and Sheldon was kept there for a while as people tried to set him straight. They eventually let him out of the ward, but a week or two after he got home and Sheldon had reverted back into the same old kid that hell bent on finding his parents killer. His stay at the psych ward would influence his later life in very important ways that if he had not gone there and been locked up in that place he probably would have gotten better. But it was too late as Sheldon’s future was already set in stone.
ReplyDeleteHe is skinny with the top of his head bold and has some long hair on the side of his head, his eyes are small, he wears jeans and a black shirt tucked in his pants. His hands have cuts on them, with dry blood. When he was little he was a chunky kid and was always getting bullied, his parents used to beat him till he finally got tired of it at the age of ten. He walked into his parent’s room and killed his parents with his own hands. He banged their heads together till they died. He stopped going to school after that.
ReplyDeleteHe then ran off into the woods, and made it his territory, he found a cabin and started to live there and he would have to find his own food. If anyone was to go in his territory he would kill them. He does this because, he is getting back at everyone that picked on him. Also kill people because, they wouldn’t stop the people that were picking on him. He basically hated everyone that would look at him different.
He had a place where he would put the bodies that he killed in the back of his house. He would even take pictures of the people he killed with blood and everything cut open and hangs it on the wall. The room was dark and had red lights hanging down from the roof. His name is the unknown because no one knows what he is, nor does anyone know how to describe him. Everyone is scared of him.
Catalina had a normal life like any other child. Well at least for the first 5 years of her life. Out of all children Catalina was blessed with one of the most beautiful mothers. The only issue was she was extremely vain. Once Catalina grew to be about 7 her mother would criticize her from sun rise to set. If a simple hair was out of the place the painful insults would be thrown. This need to look perfect was brought down onto Catalina. Instead of being like other people who enjoy looking good she became obsessed with it just like her mother. As a younger child she would watch her mother sit in front of the mirror for hours brushing her hair or even just admiring herself. The only thing the young girl ever wished for was a parent who cared for her more than caring for herself. The only one who ever gave a smidge of attention to her was her father, but he was taken away from her at about 10. The police still believe it was a sincere accident seeing how he had “fallen” over the Brooklyn Bridge. The truth of it is her mother was a very violent woman. She would attack anyone who ticked her off and it didn’t take much to do that. One night she was drunk and decided it was time to work off some anger. As usual she went into Catalina’s room and began to insult her as usual. The young girl brushed this off seeing how it was a normal thing. Her mother noticed this and began to take everything a little father. She began to attack Catalina ripping out her hair and cutting her skin with her long nails. Catalina began to scream out of fear not knowing when this would all end. Happily her father came to the rescue Catalina from the pain that she was enduring. All of the violence ended up switching over to him and that’s when it got brutal. In the end her ended getting a knife to his chest and everything was still. Later on that night Catalina was taken to the bridge with her mother to “give her father the funeral he always wanted”. As her mother tossed the body over the edge, of course making sure not to get any blood on herself she tried to shove the child over as well. Catalina finally took a stand and threw her mother over the edge. From that point on she raised herself and everyday passed that mirror in her mother’s room. It seemed to laugh at her. To mock her, as if saying you will never be as pretty as your mother you should’ve died with her. From that point on she focused on how she looked and trying to “help” the world. By help she means remove anyone who was evil in anyway. Her pleasure in this heroic work was to make sure not only to get the bad ones, but the pretty people could die too. This is how her blood bath began.
ReplyDeleteSo are we talking about super model pretty or regular pretty?
DeleteThe killer’s name is Sean M. Sean M is an average looking man; he is white about 5’4 and around 120 pounds. He has brown hair and its medium length with freckles all over the left side of his face. Every time his victims have disappeared the same outfit was seen, he wore a red sports tank top with blue short shorts. He is very cruel and methodical and follows the same methods every time he kills. Sean likes to follow young women while they run in the early morning and then lure them to a running trail in the woods where he used to have an underground bunker that he would keep them in. All the victims have had slim figures and brunet colored hair. He will keep the victims in his bunker for a week or two; the longest he ever kept a victim was one month. Once they enter the bunker they never see the light of day again. All the victims are raped and fed very little food or water while they are down in the bunker. The victims all are females who are not having success in their life. They are struggling young girls who tend to work more than one job and none of them have attended school after graduating high school. The victims were all also prom queens for their local high school, however there are no personal connections between the 6 girls. We believe that the appearances between the victims are linked together by a past dramatic experience that Sean went through. When he was a little kid Sean had a baby sister who fit the description of every victim so far. One night she was watching Sean and she called her friend over and they started drinking in the same room as Sean. The baby sitter was only 18 at the time and Sean was only 6 at the time. The baby sitter was under the influence and she began to tease and touch Sean. After a little while the baby sitter and her friend began to take Sean’s cloths off. Then Sean began to cry and he was raped by his own baby sitter and it scared him for life. We believe this to be the beginning to Sean’s killings. Even while Sean was growing up he showed signs of uncontrollable anger and a very unstable mental state. Sean’s parents had stated that they used to own a cat but one day it mysteriously disappeared and they never saw it again. Then the neighbor’s animals began to disappear also. One neighbor even went on record to say that they saw Sean holding the cat the day it disappeared. This is an early stage most serial killers go through. They start off with small pets and slowly begin to make their way up the stage of killing humans. Sean M is a very dangerous killer with sharp instinct and an explosive rage that will lead to many more deaths if he is not caught immediately
ReplyDeleteJohn used to be a kind man. He was a wonderful person to be around in his childhood. He was a nice child, both strong and smart. He was well liked all through High School by everyone. He was voted as both Homecoming King and Prom King. He was the star on the football team where he led them to a state title. He was also number one in our class. I had the privilege of being one of his close friends.
ReplyDeleteHe was also in a very happy marriage. He was married to a very pretty girl named Sarah who he met during college one day. It was one of those instances of that they were meant to be with each other. Almost like love at first sight only they didn’t believe that they loved each other at first. Their wedding was a very happy day for everyone. They were so happy together. You wouldn’t think anything could happen to them. I enjoyed watching the ceremony unfold from behind his back, as his best man.
He was dedicated to his country so he joined the military. I asked many of his fellow squad mates. They said they were happy to be fighting with him because he was a damn good soldier. He knew how to lead people in the face of certain defeat, but he also knew how to conduct himself in battle as well. He wasn’t afraid of danger even though he had a wife waiting for him back home.
He eventually did come back home to his loving wife. In a couple of years they had a kid who he almost loved as much as his wife. He joined the local police force in his town. I guess he couldn’t stay away from protecting his country. That went on for years. He kept in touch with me to make sure that he was alright, but one day he called and he wasn’t all right.
He talked to me on the phone, sounding like he was about to ball his eyes out. He asked me how I was first. I replied and asked him the same question. He didn’t respond to it at first. There was a minute or so of silence until he told me what had actually happened. Someone that was a part of a gang came into his house like a week ago when he wasn’t home. The person killed both his wife and child and left them in his house sitting at the kitchen table. He walked in and found their lifeless bodies sitting there, motionless.
He called into the police and asked for a team to come over and investigate what had just happened. The only problem is that the murderer was so clean that no evidence was left for the detectives. The police had no choice but to drop the case.
This didn’t sit too well with John. He couldn’t think of living his life without his beloved family. Their funerals were just a couple of days later. The only problem was that he didn’t shed one tear. I felt really concerned for my friend at this point.
The last words he told me as he hung up the phone were that he was going to seek his revenge. He hung up the phone at that point and I haven’t heard back from him. That was about three months ago. I have red in the newspapers that there have been a string of murders around the area where John was living. At that point I was really worried.
“Bang bang bang” is all you hear when Mr. Bean walks into the food market. But you couldn’t really hear the bang because the thing that made the noise was only an inch tall. You would ask why Mr. Bean would only be an inch tall it’s because he is a bean that is set out to kill all the healthy food that there is out there. It all started off when Mr. Bean was in a burrito about to get eaten so happy to make a fat kid fatter. But right before he was eaten, the fat kids mother took the burrito away from the fat kid and put it down. Instead of the fat kid eating the burrito his mother made the fat kid eat a fruit salad and out of nowhere the fat kid was skinny again. As the fruits were going into the mouth they teased the burrito because they weren’t being eaten. Since then Mr. Bean was set to go kill or destroy and healthy fruit that there is in any supermarket in the whole wide world. So he went to acme and went on a killing fruit spree. This bean was one hell of a bean when he was set onto something he was set on it. So when he arrived to acme he saw all the fruits laughing at him because they have heard what had happened, for his religion junk foodalism that is an disgrace being neglected from a fat kid so that he could eat a fruit salad. He uses his mighty jumping skills and jumps on top of a counter. Then see’s that there’s a sale for Batrachotoxin so he uses that to destroy all the fruits and laughs as he walks away and he looks back he sees the human beings going crazy trying to find out who is the one who poured all the Batrachotoxin on to the fruits. They would never be able to find out because it was the mean Mr. .Bean (lightning strikes over and over and over and over and over and over and over again as he uses high pitched evil laugh that goes somewhat like “muahahahahahahahahahahaha”) Mr. Bean was born in a factory then stored into a can in which he called home. A very shiny and silver home in which he shared with over 100 brothers and sisters. They always fought about who was going to get eaten first. His youngest brother Jeremy was lucky enough to be eaten first and he felt useless having his baby brother getting eaten before him. So Mr. Bean started thinking that he will never be eaten and will go to waste at this time he was the only one left in the can in which he hated calling home now because he was all by himself and had nobody to talk too. Mr. Bean is a bean who is set out to revenge his bean dignity and be eaten one day.
ReplyDeleteMud splashes up from the boots of around twenty soldiers, tramping through the light rain falling from the clouds that have been hanging over Vietnam for days. Escaping the unidentifiable opposition is the plan and currently all that is on the mind of Lieutenant Daniel Brune. Running quickly for cover, Brune spots shelter in the form of a recently developed American army base. Out of the corner of his eyes, he catches a glimpse of sudden movement of a creature too large to be an animal. “He’s mine.” Brune thinks to himself, swiftly changing direction directly towards the unknown mass in the bush.
ReplyDelete“Don’t even think about it.” He says as he grabs the Vietcong solder by the shoulder, dragging the helpless body with force behind one of the large, gray buildings that can be found all over the war-grounds.
The soldier screams for his life, making a noise that could be compared to a child. Crying, the man begs for his life as Brune pulls out the large gun that was hanging from his belt.
“You get what you give away. This is what you do! This is what you did!” Daniel points to the extremely scarred tissue engulfing almost the entire left half of his face, when suddenly tears of frustration and anger fall from his eyes. His voice drops down to a shaken whisper. “Are you ready? I wasn’t. They weren’t. We weren’t.” He lifts the gun up, aiming the barrel straight in between the soldier’s eyes. It is clear that the man does not understand a single word that Daniel is screaming at him.
Brune pulls the trigger, bracing himself for the backfire, but the gun doesn’t shoot. The Asian soldier cracks a small, confused smile and a laugh of relief through his tears at Daniel’s confusion.
“I guess I’ll just have to do this the old fashioned way.” He proclaims, dropping the gun.
Immediately, he drops the gun, strangling the man until he becomes unconscious. He stares at the body laughing hysterically at the idea of revenge for all the horrors he has seen. Looking around and making sure the area was clear of anymore opposing soldiers, Brune grabs the unconscious body by the wrist and drags it through the mud with anger. The lieutenant brings the hardly breathing, limp body of the weak soldier into a large congregation of trees, props him up against, pulls out his knife and in one fast, aggressive motion thrusts his knife deep into the man’s chest, letting out scream.
Daniel looks at the blood on his hands with satisfaction. He looks to the body to view the evidence of his revenge, but in its place, Daniel sees a Caucasian man of about 20 year old lying in the pool of blood that had been seeping from his knife’s new home. Frantically, Brune looks down in hopes of seeing his uniform that he distinctly remembered wearing to find a bloodied suit. Around him, the rain had finally stopped. In fact, the skies were blue as could be with no evidence of a storm ever occurring. The leaves on the trees were not a dull green but now a bright, vibrant red. This place resembled nothing the wooded area of Vietnam that Daniel had entered.
Frantically, he grabs his knife and sprints out of the forest, leaving behind the bloody corpse of that 20 year old man. Rushing through his apartment door to his residence that resembled the appearance of a room that has been ransacked, he violently strips of his suit and throws it into the fireplace along with a lit match. After the cloth had all burned and Daniel had showered and attempted to scrub off the memories of what he had just been through, he turns off the lights and crawls into his messy bed, taking a deep sigh and falling into a restless slumber.
“Weirdo! Freak! Alien!” The little kids threw stones at the sobbing girl in the middle of the circle. Her golden hair was dirty and had a twig in it. A cut above her gray eye was trickling blood down her forehead. “Monster! Nobody loves you! Witch! Why don’t you just disappear?” The girl curled into a ball in an attempt to shield herself.
ReplyDelete“Hey! Break it up!” A woman came running up to the group. The children shrieked and scattered, leaving the girl behind. The girl looked up and jumped to her feet.
“Mama!” She quickly wiped her tears away and ran up to the angry woman. The girl outstretched her arms to embrace her mother, only to be stopped when her mother held her in place. Her mother slapped her across the face sharply.
The mother’s words were laced with venom as she hissed, “You worthless brat! Can’t you even take care of yourself? I can’t protect you forever Annabelle, so shape up or ship out! Only the strong survive in this world.” Annabelle’s eyes brimmed with tears, but she kept a straight face as she slowly nodded. Her mother huffed. “Good, now go home and wash up. We’ve got guests coming over for dinner.” Head bowed and arms at her sides, Annabelle marched home with her new dress in tatters. It wasn’t always like this. The children used to be nice to her. She’d play tag with them and they’d have fun together. However, her mother had always wanted Annabelle to grow up and abandon childish things. From an early age, Annabelle’s mother taught her advanced lessons and made Annabelle act like a woman. As Annabelle got older, the more mature and serious she became. The children noticed this difference, and began to bully her because of it.
It cut deeply into her heart to see her friends betray her and try to inflict harm on her; especially when her so-called best friend joined in on the laughing and teasing without a second thought. Tears began to sting her eyes again. Her mother’s words rang in her ears, only the strong survive. Determined not to feel this pain again, Annabelle entered her house with a dark gleam in her eyes.
The next day Annabelle ran out of school. She hated school. The teachers never saw it when the other students threw things at her or tripped her. Then they’d yell at her for trying to report it. Lost in her thoughts, Annabelle didn’t notice that the children had surrounded her until she bumped into one. She stumbled back and the others giggled. The kid she bumped into roughly pushed her to the ground. The children howled with laughter as Annabelle fell to the ground. Annabelle’s world was swirling around as the pain her heart made tears fall.
Only the strong survive. Suddenly, the pain was gone. Annabelle picked herself up and tackled the kid that kid that punched her. She sat on top of him as she continuously punched him. The other children recovered from their initial shock and trued to separate the two, but Annabelle just pushed them away. Annabelle laughed manically as she continued to pulverize the wailing child beneath her. She didn’t feel sorry for him as he lost one of his front teeth or when he mysteriously grew silent; after all, only the strong survive.
Oops. I meant 'tried' not 'trued'. Sorry.
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ReplyDeleteHe was a gifted kid; he’s talent to understand how others felt was not something many people had his never thought of just himself he was always more concentrated on his sisters and his mom happiness since he was the only guy child in the family and plus because his dad left them at a young age.
His name its tom he was really smart but had many problems for one he was really quiet and he was a victim of bullying he was constantly being bully and was always being beat up by people at his school many times he tried to fight back but he just couldn’t make himself hit another person, during his sad times in school he would always be in the bathroom crying or in the nurse office and no one pretty much paid attention to him not even the teachers his childhood was rough too his dad left him with his mom and one sister with another one coming.
During the summer of his 4th grade he was put into camp by his mom to help him be more active and make friends event though he didn’t want to go he ended up going, the thing is in this camp he was surrounded by the same people who just constantly bullied him.
It came to one day he was in the lake with paper boat he made he was playing with it until 3 kids came up to him and destroyed his boat tom got up and started to walk away till one of the kids pushed him he got up and started to run little by little until he reach full speed after a while more kids though it was fun to chase him, he reached an old shack that was use when the camp started as a place to store items he hid there by that time there was at least 6 to 7 people around waiting for him to come out yelling names at like “ugly”, “fat”, “stupid” they did not stop and kept hitting the door to break It until one of the kids hit the door so hard that it made the whole room shake and gas that was left their started to drop tom couldn’t hear it so there was nothing he could do about it he was just in a corner waiting for the bullies to go away.
The gas was falling through the wall and it was going through an outlet and it started to spark cause a fire to burn out the whole shack tom was scared but did not move he was trying to cover his ears just to not hear what other kids were saying to him the thing is they all had left already and he was hearing voices from his head causing him to keep his hands on his ears, that day Tom was burnt alive his body was not found due to the whole shack being close to a lake were all the burn parts were falling too his body was never found in the lake either and now the story of Tom hunts the whole island were the camp was at.
The man was neglected as a child. Could anybody blame him for what he had done? Well, the quick answer to that is yes, absolutely. But who is really to blame for his behavior? He didn’t grow up believing that he had to kill everyone. Nobody is taught that to kill everyone once they get older. But he didn’t have anyone there to tell him that it was wrong to do that. He had no one there to teach him how to properly go through life. While every other kid in the neighborhood was being given a curfew to come back home for dinner, he was left deprived of most things that every normal kid has. He had no toys, no friends and no help. Whenever his mother would come home it would be as if he was still all alone. It would only look like he had company to others but he knew he was truly alone.
ReplyDeleteWhen he got older his brain developed more and he was given even more time to think and to not know the way normal people act. He was sometimes left alone for entire days. His mother would get home from work in the middle of the night and would sleep until midway through the day. This means that when he would leave for school his mother would be asleep and when he returned she would be just starting her shift at one of her few jobs.
This solitude would be the prime reason as to why he would end up the way he did. He was left to think by himself for hours and days at a time. He soon realized by himself that he could think easily and quicker than most people. But this is not be construed that he was the best in school, because in school he was an outcast. He was seldom thought of and the teachers would barely talk or call on him if he had managed to become vocal in the classroom.
But this classroom limitation only fueled his mind but in the wrong way. He began to take out his anger at around the age of twelve. Still nobody noticed him at school or at home and his mother couldn’t care less about where he was or what he was thinking. It began with the occasional punch at his pillow but it escaladed very quickly. He began to set things on fire as a way to vent. But it very soon turned into something different than just letting off steam. He soon began to enjoy it and it no longer had anything to do with his teachers not noticing him or his mother never being around.
This is what made him what he is. No one knows his name began he flew under the radar. And soon after a few more years he was no longer setting fires, but he was killing cats around his neighborhood. Squirrels around his house he would snap up and watch them squirm. He was soon becoming a full blown psychopath. It would take another ten years for him to claim his first human victim. Bu this would be the first of many.
Evan Johnson was the definition of normal. He played sports, had a girlfriend, friends, and a perfect home life. No one expected him to do what he did, but then, no one really knew what happened that night on September 3rd when Sarah Robinson was murdered.
ReplyDelete“Babe he’s so mad. Please I have to go talk to him.” Sarah looked up at me with her emerald green eyes. We were on the couch watching a movie. Her head was in my lap and her hair was sprawled out across my thighs.
It made me feel uncomfortable when she talked about Josh. Sarah says they’re just friends, and I believe her, but I know he wants more from her. “Do you have to? The movies not even over yet.” I frowned at her.
She gave me an apologetic look. “I know but we’ve watched it a hundred times and I’ve already blown him off three times in the past week and a half.”
I sighed. “Alright, I guess, but you better make it up to me,” I grinned and started tickling her.
She let out a squeal and rolled off of me to the floor. We both just laughed and I was reminded once again how in love with her I really was.
Jacky Gates stood outside of Renford High on September 5th, glaring darkly at the building. It had done nothing good for him over the years. Since he had been little he’d had problems with other kids at the school. They didn’t like his stereotypical scene kid style, which was complete with long hair, bangs, eyeliner, black hair and all. Of course, he didn’t have all of that when he was a little kid. Oh no, back then they picked on him for his stature. He wasn’t oversized at all. He had been of average height, and even after his growth spurt he was still only a few inches taller, coming to a whopping 5’4 in his now senior year.
ReplyDeleteAs the years went on, he started getting interested in the darker things in life. Not creepy black magic, that’s stupid. He started getting into the scene kid lifestyle. He wore almost strictly black, dyed his hair a different color almost every week, listened to heavy metal music, the whole deal.
Jacky fixed his backpack so it hung off of his right shoulder and stared at the ground as he walked into school.
“Hey guys, Gates is back!” Jacky braced himself as one of the jocks-he couldn’t tell who-shoved him face first into the wall.
“Where were ya last year, pal?” He could tell at this point from the guy’s voice that it was the school’s star lacrosse player and team captain Blake Kinson.
“All I had to entertain me was awesome friends, sick parties and hot women. I had absolutely nobody to beat the shit out of!”
This kid’s never gonna leave me alone, is he?
“Blake, you had my entire childhood to screw with me, I can’t take a year to myself?”
Blake grabbed a handful Jacky’s hair and yanked him to the ground. Jacky yelped and felt his arm twist as he hit the ground.
“Actually, no, you can’t. You get a ‘break’ when you go home. Now I might have to take that ‘break’ away from you since you ditched me junior year.”
The bell rang and the jocks made their way to class, each of them getting their kicks in as they went. Jacky grabbed his stuff and went to his locker, not caring if he was late to class. He didn’t care about grades this year, or sports, or plays, or anything. There was a reason he came back to Renford.
Notes on Character:
ReplyDelete• What does he/she look like? (body type, features, clothing)
o The murderer is a young girl who is around sixteen or seventeen years old
o From first glance, she appears to be harmless and innocent
o She has a petite build and is on the shorter side of the height spectrum
o As for her clothes, she dresses normally, drawing no particular attention to herself
o She has long dark brown curly hair, with striking pale blue eyes
o Her name is Diana Prescott.
• History (what was his/her childhood like?)
o Many people who become murderers or serial killers often come from a detrimental family situation, like abusive parents.
o Diana is different in the way that she came from a loving and caring family. She has a brother and sister who are both younger in age than she is.
o She was close to her parents, but had a special bond with her father.
• Motivation (why is he/she doing these things?)
o Diana has resorted to murdering people because she desires revenge.
o Her father was framed for a murder that occurred in her hometown by his closest friends with who he trusted.
o This betrayal causes Diana to seek out revenge against the people that sent her father to a lifetime in prison.
o She completes her revenge through murdering everyone that was involved in the framing her father.
• What is his/her M.O? (how do they kill? does he/she have a particular method or reason for killing? does he/she leave the victims displayed in a certain way?)
o Diana is clever in the way that she makes the murders that she commits appear like they were accidents.
o For one of her father’s closest friends that betrayed him, she cut the brakes on his car and he was killed by colliding with another car.
o Diana made it appear like his death was an accident but really was the cause of his death indirectly.
o Diana’s reason for killing is her desire for revenge; however, after all of the people who partook in the framing of her father, Diana cannot seem to stop killing people
o She continues to do so, and in different clever ways every time that prevent her from being detected and caught.
• Setting (in what location is the killer residing?)
o The town where the murders take place is Nadlewood, Maine.
• Victims (do they have something in common? is there a particular quality about his/her victims that draws him/her to them?)
o When Diana began the killings, she only targeted the people that betrayed her father.
o Once all of those people were dead, she continued the killings except she targeted all of her anger towards the judge and the jury that sentenced her father. She plots her next murders on the police, the authorities and anyone else that ever hurt her father.
Background Information:
ReplyDeleteMy name is Diana Prescott and I am murderer. I am unlike many of the known psycho-killers that are characterized by the countless slasher movies where there is an excess of gore, blood and screams. I am much worse. I leave no traces or evidence that would serve as a hint to my identify. My secret? When I kill my victims, I always make it appear like it was accident, like it was no one’s fault. This is the secret to my success. This is the background information as to why I have resorted to the lowest and immoral sin a human being can possibly make. This is my story.
My childhood was picturesque. I lived in a charming, quaint town in Maine named Nadlewood that was on the coast. I had a loving family with two parents and a younger brother and sister. My father was my best friend. We would do everything together. We shared a bond and connection that has strengthened me as a person and has helped shape me into the person that I should have been. I had grandparents that loved me and parents that supported me. I was destined to accomplish great things, but then something happened. It was the summer that I turned fourteen. I had been quietly reading in the study when there was a loud knock on the front entrance of the house. I ran downstairs and promptly opened the door. I was fairly surprised to see the police on my doorstop and was immediately stricken with concern. I went to go retrieve my mother and inform her of who had come. She quickly appeared by my side at the door and was asked to summon my father.
By this time, I was tense with worry and apprehension. In the back of my mind I knew that everything would be alright. I made myself believe that they were just here for some trivial matter that should not produce any anxiety. Nothing bad or unfortunate ever had happened to me or my family, so naturally, I felt that everything would be okay, like it always was; however, I was wrong. Very wrong. As my father approached the policemen, one of them reached behind their back and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.
“Derek Prescott, you are under arrest for the murder of Seth Dally,” the policeman recited carefully, clearly and yet I could not understand. It was as if I was watching the whole thing unfurl before my eyes without really seeing it. It was as if everything was in slow motion. Murder? Arrest? The words took some time to process in my sluggish mind, muddled and cluttered with conflicting emotions of shock and denial. My father showed no real outrage on his face. He was cool, collected. I now know that he concealed his emotions as not to worry me further. The policeman cuffed his hands behind his back and led him out the door. Distantly, as if she was far away, I could faintly hear my mother yelling, demanding for proof, anything that would justify his arrest. But the arrest was final and he was to go to the police station. I heard my father call my name and I awaked from the haze.
“Don’t worry, Diana. I’ll be home soon. I promise.” He never came home again. His home now is in the state penitentiary where he will stay and rot for a crime that he did not commit. If my father had actually killed another person, I would not be seeking out this path of revenge. I would accept what my father had done and attempt to move on; however, my father is a good, honest and loving man. He never committed the crime he was accused of executing. He was framed by his closest friends, by people that he trusted. This betrayal is the reason for my revenge. The disloyalty and the treachery is the source and reason for the many murders that I have accomplished, all to the people that shared a part, even if it was seemingly insignificant, in the framing of my father for the murder of Seth Dally.
Her name is Candy Clude. She was once a spontaneous girl with a passion for dance, now she’s the most wanted criminal is Georgia. They call her Peaches, she’s so sweet when you talk to her, and she’s very beautiful. She grew up in a wealthy family here in Georgia, she had everything she wanted, except for her future. Everything was already planned out for her by her father. You see, he was a very strict man and always restricted Candy from doing certain things like having too many friends or going places without parental supervision. Candy never cared about that, all she wanted to do was dance. She took lessons since she was 3, she loved ballet and dreamed one day she would become one. On Candys fifteenth birthday, her mother died. Her mother committed suicide and hung herself according to the coroner and left a suicide note. She noticed that her mother never spoke like she did in her letter, she knew she didn’t commit suicide, she was killed. She had a theory her dad killed her mother but she was never allowed to speak unless spoken to. She applied to many dance schools but her father restricted her of ever being a dancer, he called it a ‘stupid career’. Instead he sent her off to the military to become a marine. She was forced against her will. After many years in the military she was the best soldier they had, unfortunately she was dishonorably discharge. He was giving her an order and she just beat him into a coma. She worked her sweet southern charm to drop all the charges. She now lives back in her old town in Georgia.
ReplyDeleteHer ‘killing spree’ started when she received a phone call from her father, he violently yelled at her and basically ended up saying ‘I wish you were never born, you’re a disappointment to me. I knew you weren’t good for anything but being a lousy whore!’ In that moment something in her snapped and she became filled with rage. She ran all the way to her house and found her father home with another woman she had never seen before. She violently told the woman to leave and the father was astounded by what was going on. She backed him up into a corner and slammed his head against the wall, this made him unconscious. She whispered in his ear and said ‘Who’s your little girl now?’ She found some rope and tied it around his neck; she then lifted him up and threw over two flights of stairs. He instantly died. Candy gazed upon his lifeless body and smiled with great joy.
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ReplyDeleteMy father started to become sick when I was about ten years old. No one told me why but I took a good guess and it was cancer. My mother didn’t want to take care of him she said he was a big burden in her life but even when he wasn’t sick she never took care of him since she was never home. When I used to come home from school dinner was never ready and the house would be such a mess. My father worked his butt off for us even though we were economically stable. He was such a good man; he took me to the park, picked me up from school, and fed me. I think she was in it for the money because obviously she didn’t care about him one bit and since I have his genes in me I am also disliked by her. Her attitude started getting me very angry. He passed away when I was seventeen years old and throughout these years I was the one that took care of him and I was only ten at the beginning. At his funeral all of his friends and some of his family members were present except his wife. The funeral was very nice and it was everything my father asked for his funeral and many people that cared for him said some very nice things about him which made me proud that I had him as a father. Some of my cousins asked me to spend the night at their house so that I won’t feel alone but I had so much on my mind that I just wanted to go home. Once I got home I went searching from room to room to see if my mother was there. I thought to myself that maybe she didn’t want to go because it was very hard for her to deal with my father’s death. I was waiting in the living room for an hour or so for her to walk in and before she walked in the house I heard laughter of a guy and a woman outside my window telling this man that thank god he passed away and that all of his money was going to her. After hearing her laugh about it I got infuriated with the thought that she would have all of the money to herself and leave me on the streets so she could be with this new man. I ran to my room and grabbed a bat from my closet. I heard steps coming up to the second floor and I heard a hush between them like if they were searching for something or someone and I knew they were looking for me. They were passing my door into her bedroom and I opened my door quietly, walked up behind them and the first person I hit was her lover, I hated him so much for making fun of me and my father, I couldn’t stop hitting him with the bat on his head, she stood there quietly panicking asking me to stop and calling me all types of names then she started hitting me and biting me to stop but then I accidentally pushed her to get her off me but I accidentally pushed her too hard that she fell down the rails of the stairs and landed on top of a glass table.
I walked down the stairs to see if she was alive and there was no breathing, no pulse, nothing. I put on some gloves and grabbed both of the bodies and put them in a black plastic bag. I took them to the back of the car and fit both of them to the trunk; I drove about five hours to find a good place that no one will ever be able to find them. I got home in the morning and the first thing I did was to clean up all the mess before the lawyers came to talk to me about my dad’s will. I had a few hours left on me and I finished the mess of glass pieces downstairs and I was just getting started on the blood splatters upstairs. It was very easy cleaning up all the blood and I took a little drive to throw everything that I cleaned up with somewhere in the woods and I dug them up. Once I got home, the lawyers were already there waiting outside for me. We greeted each other and I opened the door for them to come in, thank god I left a few windows open upstairs so that the smell can leave the room as soon as possible. We sat at the table in the patio in back of the house; I served them tea while they were waiting for the arrival of my mother that I knew was never going to come to the meeting. I apologized to the lawyers in her part for not showing up and told them that I have not seen her since yesterday and she probably eloped and so with my sob story they told me that they would give her a week to show up.
ReplyDeleteA week later had passed and no one showed up, I made myself look sick and very tired. Since I was turning eighteen very soon they gave me all of the money but that I had to live for a guardian for about a year. I did everything they asked me to do. Because of my father’s money I went to an expensive and great college for plastic surgery.
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ReplyDeleteI decided to change the story because i like this plot a lot better then the one before
ReplyDeleteThey call her Black Mamba. But she was born as Cindy. The oldest of the twins and hated by her mother. Her father left when she was born. He always said he would if his wife ever bore a girl. Since she was first, she was hated but her twin sister was adored along with her six older brothers. She was made to do all the work including cleaning, laundry, cooking, and all the yard work. She never got a break and barely ate anything. She was forced to sleep in the garage where it was hot in the summer but bitter cold in the winter.
ReplyDeleteHer only friend was Mr Jinkins. But he always told her to call him Taylor. A middle aged man with a thin beard and broad muscles. He started visiting the property when Cindy’s mother told him of how lazy she is and how nothing ever gets done. Now he comes every other day to talk to Cindy and give her the care she has been denied since birth. He feeds her and listens to her problems. And even educates her because her mother deprives Cindy of her education as well.
When she turned 12, Taylor died. Cindy went insane and she was locked in the garage most of the day. The door only opened when Jude, the youngest of the boys, brought her a small portion of potatoes or corn. Because of the isolation and lack of light, her eyes began to turn black and her beautiful brown locks were stained crimson. A few days after her hair turned to the dark shade of red, she took a piece of broken glass and cut her hair to shoulder length. After her first haircut, she accidently cut her hand. The blood trickled but she loved the pain. Just as she was about to stab herself again, the wooden door opened and the light streamed in. she let out an “Ah” and receded to the far end of the shed. Her twin sister, Jane, stalked in and noticed the glass. She ran to her sister and wrapped her arms around her.
“Don’t do it Cin!”
Cindy pushed Jane away and angrily screamed “Not once have you ever taken an interest in me and you think you have the right to call me Cin!?”
Jane began to cry. As she closed her eyes and shook her head, she whimpered, “She never let me see you.”
Cindy widened her eyes and returned the hug she had cut short moments ago.
“I always tried to see you. I really did. But she always held me back. I finally got away. She’ll probably be here soon.”
“Don’t worry about that. She won’t do anything to you.”
“I’m not worried about me! I’m worried about you!” Jane protested, lifting her tear stained face. It was the first time Cindy noticed her sister’s features
Soft brown hair like hers once was. Beautiful blue eyes. Perfect everything. No wonder their mother loved her. Then she thought what Jane must be thinking right now. What she thinks of her face.
“Cin…your eyes….your hair…what happened?”
“The darkness gets to you after a while,” Cindy tried to say with a smile.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you out of this. I’ve been planning out a way for you to escape.”
A few years after Cindy and Jane left their old home, Jane was murdered. Nobody knows the murderer or anything about the incident. But Cindy does know one thing: she will get revenge.
Sorry it took so long but i re-did the plot cause I like the first one I did better then the second and the program on my computer blocked it so i couldn't post it all weekend\
ReplyDeleteWhen Kanzo was just three his parents were diagnosed with a dangerous cancer that prevents them from doing anything outside or even inside. He was alone for a long time, because nobody wanted to help him. So he would sit down and tinker with machines to get his mind off the hate and loneliness, but when his neighbor decided to help him, it marked a time when he was looked after and was taken care of. Though the kindness that the people showed him was sweet and touching, the hate that had formed when he was neglected and struggling on his own boiled inside him. He thought about the kindness a lot, and really appreciated it. He wanted to do something nice for these people that were nice to him. On September 28th 2000, he saw a boy on the street that looked like he needed help with a machine toy that he had. He went up to the boy and started to help him, but the boy punched Kanzo in the face. Kanzo flew on the ground with no idea of what he did wrong. The boy looked at him and screamed, “YOU JERK DID I ASK FOR YOUR HELP?! NO SO WHY DID YOU HELP ME.” Tears started to form in Kanzo’s eyes. All he wanted to do was help this boy with his machine. The boy continued, “Do you think I’m stupid or something for not knowing how to fix this uh?!” A crowd of kids came by, and you could tell that they were the boy’s friends because they were laughing at Kanzo. Kanzo heard snickers and whispers like, “is that the boy with both his parents dead?” or, “I hear that he is a loser who has to live off of other people.” This hurt Kanzo very deeply and he locked that anger and hate in his heart. One kid kicked a bunch dirt in Kanzo’s face, “Hey loser why don’t you go and live by yourself for once and stop stealing other peoples stuff,” said the one boy. “Yeah no one wants you here why don’t you just go die or something.” Kanzo’s face turned from tears to sobs and hatred. His face got red and he got up and pushed through the group back to his house. He never told anyone about the experience with this boy, but he locked up his emotions and it boiled inside him. These kids kept on making fun of him after that incident and even though people were still extremely kind to him, the words and beating that the kids gave to him over weighed that kindness. When he was about ten he came home from school to the boy he saw in the street, which he figured out that his name was Jason, holding a knife in his hand and an evil grin on his face. “Your parents don’t deserve to live, they are weak and don’t have any more use to this world.” With that he plunged that knife in to both his parents’ hearts. Kanzo stared in fear as red liquid spilled out of his beloved parents, and the live drained from their faces.
“Have fun being alone.” Jason snickered as he walked past the terrified Kanzo. Kanzo stared, looking at his parents wishing that he was never kind to Jason. As his parent’s faces went ghastly white, the blood kept coming. The last of what he had to cherish, that last of what he loved……..was gone. The hatred he kept inside him all these years exploded and he was destroyed that he was never going to see his parents smiling faces any more……..That he was alone forever. He grew a great despise for all kind people because being kind killed his parents. now he only had one goal, to live by himself, for himself only.
Well, that escalated quickly.
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ReplyDeleteo Five foot eight inches
o Red Abercrombie and Fitch sweater
o Black tank top inside the sweater
o White skinny jeans
o Turquoise and gray corral boots
o Pale skin
o Long, black hair with slight curl on the end
o Wears a oval mask with a spider lily painting on the right corner
Nicknamed spider lily
• History (what was his/her childhood like?)
o Orphaned at age eight
Mother died when giving birth
Father died in escape
Framed for killing
o Beaten by the people at the orphanage
o Set the orphanage on fire
Saved the other kids
o Adopted into a killer family
Friend of her dad
Trained by parents
o First killing was at age fifteen
• Motivation (why is he/she doing these things?)
o To punish those not punished by law
No evidence
o Personal execution
• What is his/her M.O? (How do they kill? does he/she have a particular method or reason for killing? does he/she leave the victims displayed in a certain way?)
o Uses a knife
How many crimes = how many marks on the body
Curves a spider picture on the victim’s left hand
o Would tell the victim beforehand
o Write list of crime on a card and leave it at the scene
o Have victim admit their crime and record it
Leave recording at the scene
• Setting (in what location is the killer residing?)
o New York City
• Victims (do they have something in common? is there a particular quality about his/her victims that draws him/her to them?)
o Criminals, where police couldn’t find any evidence
o Police got the wrong guy
Vivian walked outside to her balcony and stared at the flawless night without a trace of light, not even a trace of moonlight. She remembered that it was on a moonless night like that one that she massacred the fifty adults of the Sunshine Orphanage in Pennsylvania. Vivian got every kid out of the orphanage and set fire to the building. Its name really contradicted with its inside; the caretakers of the orphanage weren’t as warm as the sun, but as bloody cold as the arctic ice. They would beat the living daylight out of the kids for the littlest things they did wrong. Vivian has been at the orphanage for over two years already. There were whip marks, swollen bruises, and cigarette burn marks all over her body. They made sure to not hit her face because they didn’t want other people to know that they were beating the kids.
ReplyDeleteTwo years ago, she was happily parading with her father in London, and now, she is a twisted kid with no trace of glee in her. Two years ago, Vivian and her father went to London for vacation, but there. They got involve in a murder. Vivian’s father was framed for being the murderer. When he was about to get arrested, he took Vivian’s hand and ran, but his attempt was in vain. A police officer shot Vivian’s father from behind. Vivian saw her father died with her own eyes. Then, Vivian got sent back to Pennsylvania, but because her parents eloped without the consent of Vivian’s grandparents, they refused to take in Vivian. Like that, Vivian went to Sunshine Orphanage and got tortured for two years straight.
After the orphanage got burned down, Vivian got adopted to the Bitchersons’ family. The Bitchersons were Vivian’s father’s friends, who lived in Pennsylvania. After receiving the news of Vivian’s father’s death, they tried to find Vivian, but no matter how they searched or asked around, they didn’t find a trace of Vivian, until they saw Vivian at the burnt down orphanage on TV.
Arriving at the household, Mrs. Bitchersons told Vivian that they were her parent now and they will take great care of her. Also, they told Vivian about their secret of being killers. Their family has been doing their professions for over four hundred years already. They kill those who were not punished by law, meaning those that the police couldn’t find any evidence on or those cases where the police arrested the wrong person for the crime.
Their family inherited the title of the spider lily, a flower that was said to grow on the surface of graves. Their red petals crawled out like the legs of the spider, with a natural beauty that people could not describe with simple words. Legends had it that they grow on the road to hell, which will reinforce the memories of the people’s sin, just like the Bitchersons, who would remind their victims of their wrongdoings before they die. In the past, Spider Lily only represented one person, but now, it was the whole family. The Bitchersons asked if Vivian would like to join them, and maybe, they could find out who exactly framed Vivian’s father for their crime. Hearing this, Vivian immediately agreed. From that point on, Vivian started her training with the Bitchersons and their son and daughter, who are twins, and formed a team with them. Coincidentally, all three kids are of the same age, and the Bitchersons enrolled them at a local elementary school.
That same year, the organization, P.E.F (Personal Execution Foundation), an assassination organization found their way to the Bitchersons and asked them to join the organization. The Bitchersons were hesitant at first, but later agreed when they found out who the head of the association was; it was Vivian’s grandparents. They didn’t completely abandoned Vivian, but just wanted her to go through the hardship she needed to make her a good killer.
Vivian started her training as fast as she entered the Bitcherson’s household. After four years of training, she carried out her first mission on her twelfth birthday with the twins, Amy Bitcherson and Trace Bitcherson.
Becca was not born into this world with any complications. A normal hospital birth paved way for a mostly normal infanthood. She had a favorite doll, but also enjoyed playing in rain by herself; it was like a party for her. Being the intelligent girl she is, she asked her mother shortly after her third birthday why her tummy was getting bigger.
ReplyDelete“You’re going to have a baby sister soon, Becca.” Her mother replied, with her big, gentle eyes that calmed Becca whenever she was upset. Becca smiled and pondered the thought of having someone to play with. It excited her in the moment, but was soon after lost in the carelessness of a toddler. A couple more months went by and before she knew it, she was in the hospital waiting room with her grandmother. It seemed like an eternity she was sitting there. The results of her waiting were not what she expected though. There were no smiles and laughing that accompanied a sound baby. Her mother’s face was petrified with torment and depression. The nurse attempted to comfort her, but Becca’s mother franticly shook her off in a twitch of devastation. Becca’s future sister was not meant to be that, instead, a curse on her mother’s very being, a curse that would eventually destroy her.
Becca, being as young as she was, was not initially scared by the disaster. It was impossible for a child her age to notice a change that in actuality wasn’t change. It was just a trip to the hospital waiting room for her. She resumed playing in the mud with her doll. Her mother, on the other hand, was greatly affected. Becca grew up by herself. Shortly after the incident, her mother became a hardcore drug addict. She did everything in the book, taking a special interest in heroin. As Becca grew older, she became more aware of her mother’s state. She would go to work, barely be able to pay the bills, and then do drugs. When Becca was eight, her mother injected her with heroin because she wanted her to know the feeling of it. Becca’s high school career was one filled with loneliness, depression and struggle. She was constantly made fun of for her life. Kids are cruel and so is life. Becca became aware of that at a young age and was constantly reminded of that fact. The day of her graduation, she went home to find her mother in a corner surrounded by her own feces. Disgusted, she approached her mother with a huge cleaver. The scars on her mother’s arm made her laugh in pity. Her mother was too drugged out to resist, not that she could resist Becca’s rage under any circumstances. Becca chopped off her mother’s arms at the shoulder level and then beheaded her.
Becca is now 21 years old. She wears her curly, brown hair in a ponytail at all times. She looks like a normal girl which is the most dangerous thing. Her smile has a sinister sensation, but is sincere to her. She smiles whenever she sees a possible victim. Her victims are all drug addicts of any kind. She uses her mother’s stash that she accumulated to lure victims in and kill them the same way her mother was killed. Many people see it as helping the community, but others see it as sick.
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