Post by HappyTuesday on Mar 21, 2004 11:32:51 GMT -5
Crimson Tears (Chapter 3)
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Anthony sneered at the now glistening object, resting silently in his hands, its silver face glowering fierce and invasive, glowing; just daring him to tamper with it. That was it! He just couldn’t take it anymore, the pain the loneliness swelling inside of his attenuate frame. That was it he had to end it…end it all, the last thought rushing through Anthony’s mind before rows of cryptic code were programmed into the device…
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Thanksgiving was usually a happy time of year, a time for friends and family to gather, recollecting old memories and showing true spirit of the holidays; however for the residents of Salem things were not so…well blissful. The snow covered streets of this town were stained with crimson, blood of others seeping beneath the cold obdurate pavement. A frigid chill seemed to hang in the air, the kind of chill that sent an abhorrent tingle down your spine when ever you felt it, menacing fiercely with in ice and snow.
Salem was a smaller town known for its rich scenery and some what ominous past; everyone seemed to know everyone here, for it was the kind of place that one would long to group up in, were your neighbour would be treated more like family then stranger. That’s how it used to be anyway, now day’s Salem had fallen prey to a serial killer, bloodshed all that could be found a mist winters frost-bound grasp. Even with Salem’s finest on the trail, no liable evidence was ever found, a body the only remnants and maybe a clue; twisted and compromised pointing only to who the next shall be. As it stood now all fingers were pointed at Rex Dimera, with the blood of Salem’s most respected and recently departed found on his sweater, he had to have committed these crimes. Unfortunately due to another death in well what would later to be found out, his family; Rex was acquitted.
“I don’t believe this! There’s no way the twins are Brady’s, there’s just no way” Shawn muttered to himself as he walked down the now desert streets of Salem. It was cold, to cold even for this time of year, wind lashing at his face blinding him from the permeated illusion of what was really there; for as the Thanksgiving holiday approached Shawn could only sit back and watch, as the people he cared about were pulled farther and farther away. The accursed feeling of helplessness plagued Shawn’s mind, thoughts drowned with anguish. Not only did he have finals in a couple of weeks, but that too adding itself to the seemingly long list of trivial tasks that must be performed in order to grantee succession. And of coarse there was Belle the love of his life, ripped away from him in an instant, now thousands of miles away in Paris, at least she’d be safe there protected from the loss and the pain; protected from death. One day this would all be over and she would return to him beautiful as ever, then everything would be as it should, he would be once again at peace with the world. At that moment Shawn would see something he’d never in a million years believe to be real, a figure; in the think wintry haze he could just distinguish the outline, a few feet from were he was standing. It was a body; the body of what looked to be a male in his early 20’s slumped over in the snow, blood oozing from his upper forehead, skin a now bluish tint. Had the Salem Stalker claimed his next victim?
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Anthony sneered at the now glistening object, resting silently in his hands, its silver face glowering fierce and invasive, glowing; just daring him to tamper with it. That was it! He just couldn’t take it anymore, the pain the loneliness swelling inside of his attenuate frame. That was it he had to end it…end it all, the last thought rushing through Anthony’s mind before rows of cryptic code were programmed into the device…
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Thanksgiving was usually a happy time of year, a time for friends and family to gather, recollecting old memories and showing true spirit of the holidays; however for the residents of Salem things were not so…well blissful. The snow covered streets of this town were stained with crimson, blood of others seeping beneath the cold obdurate pavement. A frigid chill seemed to hang in the air, the kind of chill that sent an abhorrent tingle down your spine when ever you felt it, menacing fiercely with in ice and snow.
Salem was a smaller town known for its rich scenery and some what ominous past; everyone seemed to know everyone here, for it was the kind of place that one would long to group up in, were your neighbour would be treated more like family then stranger. That’s how it used to be anyway, now day’s Salem had fallen prey to a serial killer, bloodshed all that could be found a mist winters frost-bound grasp. Even with Salem’s finest on the trail, no liable evidence was ever found, a body the only remnants and maybe a clue; twisted and compromised pointing only to who the next shall be. As it stood now all fingers were pointed at Rex Dimera, with the blood of Salem’s most respected and recently departed found on his sweater, he had to have committed these crimes. Unfortunately due to another death in well what would later to be found out, his family; Rex was acquitted.
“I don’t believe this! There’s no way the twins are Brady’s, there’s just no way” Shawn muttered to himself as he walked down the now desert streets of Salem. It was cold, to cold even for this time of year, wind lashing at his face blinding him from the permeated illusion of what was really there; for as the Thanksgiving holiday approached Shawn could only sit back and watch, as the people he cared about were pulled farther and farther away. The accursed feeling of helplessness plagued Shawn’s mind, thoughts drowned with anguish. Not only did he have finals in a couple of weeks, but that too adding itself to the seemingly long list of trivial tasks that must be performed in order to grantee succession. And of coarse there was Belle the love of his life, ripped away from him in an instant, now thousands of miles away in Paris, at least she’d be safe there protected from the loss and the pain; protected from death. One day this would all be over and she would return to him beautiful as ever, then everything would be as it should, he would be once again at peace with the world. At that moment Shawn would see something he’d never in a million years believe to be real, a figure; in the think wintry haze he could just distinguish the outline, a few feet from were he was standing. It was a body; the body of what looked to be a male in his early 20’s slumped over in the snow, blood oozing from his upper forehead, skin a now bluish tint. Had the Salem Stalker claimed his next victim?