Charm Could Kill You
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Finally, the police caught up with me. They forced me to open the trunk. You wouldn't disobey someone who was pointing a gun at your head, would ya? I popped open the trunk.
'Whaaaat...the...fhawk?' one cop gasped, revealing everything that was in there. My crowbar, a gun, some pantyhose with eyeholes cut into them and some other s---.
'Well, well.' he partner smirked. 'Looks like we've got ourselves a robber.' That's the LEAST of what I can do. I thought, suppressing a grin. 'That's it. Cuff this fhawker!' -
Of course, they found out who I really was and how many people I'd senselessly butchered. My ass was, of course, carted off to court, where I then represented myself. I don't know how the Hell it happened, but...yeaaaah, I got convicted. I wasn't prepared for that, let me tell ya.
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Escaping, however was easy. The first time, anyway.
June, 1977...
I stood proudly in the courtroom, smiling for the jury, trying to convince the judge to reconsider my sentence. The jury gawped at me, trying to determine whether or not I was truly innocent. I knew the truth, that was for sure. But I didn't wanna go to prison, get raped and die. I had to come up with a plan. -
After a while, the judge allowed everyone to take a break from the trial. I started walking swiftly away, towards the court library.
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I wasn't thinking at all. I knew I just had to get the Hell outta there, FAST. My speedy walk esculated into a desperate sprint. Unfortunately, that attracted suspicion. Yet again.
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Before they could catch up with me, I reached the library. The librarian screamed in shock when she saw me. Her mug of coffee fell from her hands. I raced towards the window and pried it open. 'So long, losers!' I called, grinning fiestily before leaping out of the window, making my grand escape. I probably should mention that they caught me one week later, which kinda burst my bubble.
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There's one murder that I recall over all the rest. The one that was certain to land me in jail again and get me killed. The murder of Kimberly Leach. I think about that murder now, and still ask the same question; how did I go wrong?
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9th of February, 1978...
'Please, let me go, Mister...' she whimpers, tears of terror and pain streaming down her cheeks. She was only a child. I almost felt sorry for the girl! 'Please, I...I don't wanna die...' I tightened my grip around her wrist, making her cry out in pain.
'You won't.' I whispered. 'Not immediately, Kimmy.Not immediately.' -
I slammed her against the side of my truck, hearing a sickening crack as her head collided with the metal. She screamed. I knocked her into it once again, even harder. This time, she fell unconcious.
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This gave me the chance to do whatever I wanted to her, then end her life. I took that chance. They found her months later...
If only I'd known that one particular murder would land me in such trouble. How did I screw up, there? I wonder... -
January 24, 1989...
That day, it was all over. The day my life was due to end. Was I afraid? Fhawk yes. Wouldn't you be? -
With all those murders, I was practically digging my own grave. I should've seen it coming.
Two police officers marched me towards the electric chair. Old Sparky. It looked just as horrifying as I imagined it. I pictured all the men, just like me, who'd died in that chair. That one instrument of death. -
I knew that now, nothing and no one could save me. I was doomed. Nice goin', Ted. a voice in my mind sneered. Yeah, REAL smooth move. You've dug your own grave. You've signed your own death warrant. Sorry to tell you this, but it's all over.
"Get in, Ted. Don't make this any harder than it already is." one officer told me, softly. I didn't know how to reply. Normally, I'd retort with some witty comeback, but for the first time ever, I ran out of things to say. -
I just nodded. With some reluctance, I sat in the chair. The officers tightened the restraints around my wrists and ankles. It's all over. It's all over.
"Any final requests, Ted?" the officer by the switch asked me. I sighed.
"I'd like you to give my love to my family and friends." I replied, calmly as possible. He nodded and flicked the switch. A current of pain surged throughout my entire body. I jolted and writhed in the chair, gibbering manically. I screamed. I knew it wouldn't do me any good, but I just couldn't help it. One more explosion of agony and then...nothing. All over... -
:O I didnt know you started a new story :3
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