Chapter 6:
6:09:32…6:09:31…The explosion rocked the room. I stood up with my ears still ringing and ran over to the door. Hopefully it had worked…hopefully there’ll be a gaping hole where the door once was. As the smoke cleared…I saw that my hopes were going to be dashed. Gridguru’s insides were smeared all over the room…entrails and blood littered the room…but the door stood firm. Not even a dent could be seen in the huge door.
“No! NO! NO!” I said pounding on the door. “Come on!” I was more frustrated now than at any other point in my life.
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me but I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you, want from me
Tell me.. what y'all want from me?
I'm not guilty“Turn that off you JERK!” I yelled.
“Now, now, Detective. There is no need for name-calling.”“I will get you!” I said as anger filled my voice.
“Well, you better get moving, then…time is growing short.”There must be some other way out….some other passage…wait that’s it. I run over to the chamber that held Gridguru…maybe there was another way out…
Unfortunately, my hope quickly turned to despair as I was met with only solid bricks. Bricks to the left…bricks to the right…and bricks in…the…back…I look at the back wall of the chamber…there, written in blood, was a huge letter “O.”
F,E,O…I still needed more clues…but I was close. It was clear my only way out would be to solve the password. I remembered one other crime scene from that night…
I walked away from Slyeguy’s apartment realizing that things were going to get ugly tonight…no sooner had I thought that than my phone rings…
“This is Detective LVSharks.” I say into the phone.
“LV!!!! MARDI GRAS BABY! WOOOOOOO!!! RIO DE JANEIRO FOR THE WIN!” The voice at the other end shouted at me.
“Bus, you moron. I am on a case.” I said as I hung up.
My phone immediately rang again.
“Stop calling me!!” I yell into the phone.
“LVSharks, this is the Chief.”
“Sorry, Chief…thought you were someone else.” I reply.
“We discovered another body…48 Kirkman Court.”
“Thanks, Chief, I am on my way.”
No way this could be true…I start driving to my destination not believing what is going on…I knew this address as well. I make a left on Adlard Street and then I took a right on Kirkman Court…there it was…the home of…OarChambo.
“LVSharks! You need to see this…I hope you haven’t just eaten!” The policeman yelled at me as I got out of the car.
He ended up being right.
To be continued.Chapter 7:
4:23:10…4:23:09…“Time is running very short now, Detective.”“Quiet! I am in the middle of a flashback.” I reply.
I walk up to Oarchambo’s front door, and take a step inside. I am hit by a wave of foul smell unlike I have ever smelled before.
“Neighbors called about the smell, and we found this…” the officer that yelled at me from the porch said.
The scene was not pleasant. Oarchambo’s body was completely gutted. His entrails were laid out on the carpet in the form of a letter “R.”
“We’re dealing with a sick individual here.” I said looking over the scene.
I look in the right hand of Oarchambo and find a sealed envelope. I pick it up and open it…it’s a letter:
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Dear Fans,
You're Welcome. For years these vermin have infested your neighborhoods, sitting idly by watching your familys come and go. Waiting. It's our sickness, to wait and strike like a snake. They would not be rehabilitated, nor would they ever pray for forgiveness. No it was someone's job, someone better, smarter, more vicious than the last to come along and silence them forever. So you are welcome.
What can this mean?
“Detective, this isn’t the only body. Let me show you the basement.” An officer says to me as I put the letter in an evidence bag.
I follow him down to the basement, and see that there indeed was another body…oh my…is that…CleffedUp?
To be continuedChapter 8:1:01:03...1:01:02..."Well, Detective...""Quiet! I am still having a flashback!"
In the middle of the basement was a poker table. Laying all around the table was a scattering of 7 bodies. I would find out later that it was Nicdolas, LynchMobster, Rodg, DriftTilDawn, Griffimo, Stonecutter, and Hemol...each of them had been torn apart.
I looked to the far side of the basement, and there was what I thought was CleffedUp...but...he was bent down over another body, and it looked like he was
eating it.
"Oh no...CleffedUp was killed...and now he's a ZOMBIE!" I thought.
I drew my gun and began hoping that Cleffed was one of those lumbering zombies like in The Walking Dead, and not a super-powered running zombie like in the remake of Dawn of the Dead...I was saddened to find he was the latter. Lucky for me I had my gun ready when he turned around and saw me...so a quick shot to the head put him down for good. I approached the body he was chewing on, and saw that it was Blzzba. I looked at the body of the former CleffedUp, and saw a letter stapled to his back...
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Dear Fans,
I have read on message boards that some of you are looking for me. I am, shall I say, quite pleased by your tenacity. But alas I am not finished. So tread lightly my fans. If you get to close you will find the hairs on the back of your neck stand to salute me. And if you breathe deeply enough you will sense death upon you.
I fold up the paper and put it in my pocket...it was then I had a funny feeling...I remembered that if Zombie CleffedUp was the one who killed these other sharks...then they...may...yeah...they're zombies now too...crap.
Final Chapter:
0:45:09…0:45:08…“Tick…tick…tick…Detective…”“STILL FLASHING BACK!”
I looked up to confirm my suspicions…yes…I was now in a room with 8 zombies…wonderful. I feel like Indiana Jones in that movie when he wonders out loud why it had to be snakes…in this case for me, zombies.
I draw my gun and fire three shots taking out three of them right away. I run to where Blzzba was laying and put a shot through his head just as he was turning. Ok, 4 down and 4 to go. Luckily for me, they’re called “mindless” for a reason. I was able to easily take down three of the remaining four, and was ready to put down Zombie Nicdolas when I heard the most awful sound if you are fighting zombies…the click of an empty gun. I ran behind the poker table and with Zombie Nicdolas on my heels. I had to buy myself some time, so I took the table and pinned him up against the wall. He thrashed at me, but I held the table firmly. Great idea, but if I were to let go, I would be toast. I looked over to the stairs and decided to make a break for it.
To say it was a close call would be an understatement. I slammed the door of the basement shut just as Nicdolas reached it. Thank goodness it was one of those huge metal doors that zombies couldn’t break through.
It was then it hit me…well to be more specific…SOMEONE hit me on the back of the head with such a force it knocked me cold. I awoke in this chamber I sit in now…
0:11:13…0:11:12…“Welcome back Detective…so, accepting defeat?”“I hate you…I...” I said. Wait a second…could it be that simple? I ran over to the box and typed in a 5 letter word…my finger hovered over the button…if this didn’t work I was dead…I had no choice but to press and hope…
WHOOSHThe door flew open.
Epilogue-I turned around and saw the door to the room had flown open. I ran to the opening, dove threw the door. I almost started to cry with happiness...but then...I heard that voice again...this time, though, he was standing right above me.
"Nice work Detective...you solved the case just in time...good thing I have another game set up that'll ensure your doom. Now...get up."
I looked up into the face of evil.
"Hello, DynastyForce." I said. Yes, he was the one responsible for all the death and carnage over the last 24 hours. I was not suprised. All the clues pointed to him...including the password..."Force."
"IN THE HIZZZZZOUSE!" He said laughing. He was pointing a gun at me.
I rose to my feet and looked him square in the eye.
"I thought you were supposed to be the best ever?" I asked.
"What do you mean? I AM the best. This is the biggest epic of all time! My work is unmatched." He said.
"Meh, I'd say you're about 4th on my list of criminal masterminds. You'd be right behind Gridguru." I replied.
"FOURTH! Behind that hack? I am the greatest! I am the only one worthy of the accolades of the best criminal mind of all time! ME! ME! ME!" He said waving his arm wildly.
"Bah, you didn't even see him break in here." I said pointing behind D'Nasty.
When he whirled to see who was behind him, I pounced and wriestled the gun away from him. I pointed it at his head.
"The greatest criminal mastermind just fell for the "Hey look behind you" trick? HA HA HA" I said right before knocking him out with a shot to the head with the gun.
I smiled to myself as I drug his body to the exit, and out the door. Ahhh, fresh air, and another deadbeat off the street. I hear the faint sound of the Purdue fight song...is that my cell phone? Sure enough, in D'Nasty's pocket was my phone. I open it up and say hello.
"SOUTH AMERICA ROCKS!"
"Hey Bus...I can't believe I am going to say this, but it's good to hear your voice..."
FINDynastyForce wrote:
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Dear Fans,
Like the universe I too have gone through the cycle of time: creation, destruction and rebirth. I, Dynasty Force was “Created” in the 974th year of the 2nd millennium, but I was baptized on August 21, 2002. That was the day phase two of my life begun: “Destruction”. I survived the last eight years in an alternate reality. Often-falling victim to hundreds of rants and raves on a daily basis like fingernails breaking across a concrete floor. My mind suffered through the acronymonic world of WSIS and ASYS. It was only a matter of time before I would snap.
I decided to search out a support group; I figured it worked for Tyler Durden maybe it would work for me too. I stumbled into a support group of people I like to call “SHARKs” (Stupid Hypocritical @ssholes Ripe for Killing). I quickly recognized four of them: Marty, Slyeguy, Grid Guru and OarChambo. You couldn’t miss them, after all their faces had been plastered all over the news the last couple of years for murder. They grinned that silly @ss grin, the kind of grin you have when you have gotten away with something. My desire to right the wrongs of our local law enforcement was too great to pass up, nobody would even miss these douchebags, I thought. So it began.
After leaving OarChambo’s house I noticed a van a couple of houses down. More so I remembered that it was the same make and model as the van down the street from Grid Guru’s house. The license plate read “CLEFDUP”. As I searched my mental Rolodex I remembered a particularly geeky kid at the support group. He was bragging about how he hacked into Bernie Madoff’s accounts and stole millions from him, and that was the real reason nobody could find the money. I distinctly remember him lifting up his sleeve to show us a tattoo of a Cleff, could this be the same kid, I thought? Needless to say it was and I was sure in for a surprise when that fugger reanimated on me.
I was on my way home with the reanimated CleffedUp tied in the trunk of my car when some college punk cut me off on the road. I honked but the fugger flipped me off and sped away. All I could think about was how this kid looked just like Matt Damon, well that and how badly I wanted my zombie pet to eat his brains for dinner. I followed him to a house where other people were showing up for some kind of party. I always love crashing a party. I entered the house and could here the mob playing cards in the basement. I dragged zombie Cleff by a makeshift rope collar to the basement door and let him loose. Once inside the basement I turned off the lights and barricaded the door shut. I then made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk (even a sociopath has to eat).
The last part of my plan was to capture the lead Detective, LVSharks who had failed so miserably at his job and teach him a life lesson of survival. So I pretended to be a ghey streetwalker and as I expected LVSharks picked me up, oh not to be arrested, no LVSharks was into this little game called Surprise Buttsecs. I took him to an abandoned warehouse and while he was undressing I locked him in a room that I already had set up with a bomb.
Well if everything goes to plan you will hear about Detective LVSharks catching me and throwing me behind bars. And yes that’s according to my plan. You see the whole Bomb thing was just a red hearing, sure I wanted to have fun with LVSharks, and sure I loved killing all those wannabe murderers of year’s past. But the real story was getting into prison. You see there is some unfinished business I have with someone in Cell Block C over at Pelican Bay a sort of "Rebirth" if you will.
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