DeathsDirtyWorker [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/my-darkest-sin-open-accepting/t.53481157_1/]My Darkest Sin
Silly Samuel was still walking down the street, chewing on his nearly gone rat, muttering to himself. He finally finished the last of the rat with the tail. He dangled the body part over his head and dropped it into his mouth where he swallowed it whole. Then Samuel kept on walking muttering, "Where's it comin' from? Where's it comin' from? Where is it comin' from?" Then it came.Samuel was crossing through the middle of a street at the foot of a hill and he happened to look up at the hill and noticed a car in the middle of the road. The difference of this from the multitude of other? This car was speeding down the road towards Samuel with no driver. Samuel's eyes widened as far as they could, easing the tension on the staples there. Then he let out a scream that seemed to be straight out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Unthinking in his panic, Samuel ran in the opposite direction of the car instead of continuing on towards the safety of the corner. Samuel ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he was no match for the speed built up by the car on the hill's down slope. The car rammed into one of Samuel's legs, breaking both calf bones and causing one of them to jut out of the skin. Samuel fell to the floor where the car promptly ran over his forearm, crushing the segment it went over. Samuel's other leg was caught by the bumper of the car and pulled with it until Samuel's leg popped out of it's socket at the hip, broke the calf bone in that leg as well, and then made him kick himself in the head. Samuel's head did not escape serious injury either. As the car passed over, the exhaust pipe went over and smashed into Samuel's skull, carving a long chunk of scalp from his skull and even taking a good layer of the skull underneath, but not piercing it. Then the car passed over and continued along it's course down the hill. The body of Silly Samuel lay broken in the road. Not a drop of blood had been spilled.
Then Samuel's head popped up and looked around. He rolled over to see the extent of the damage and cringed a bit, the staples halting the motion. Then he waited for a few short seconds and the process began. First each wound began to hiss, like the sound of frying bacon. Then great clouds of steam began to erupt from each wound. Finally cracking sounds could be heard as the bones realigned and repaired themselves. When both his skull and arm were fixed, Samuel looked to his legs to see that they had still not healed. The healing couldn't finish as long the bones where still protruding. He glared at the limbs and then leaned forward. He grabbed the first leg and pushed it away from him, giving the bone room to slide back into his body. He repeated the process with his other leg and then in a matter of seconds Samuel's body was free of any mark from the car.
His suit was a different story however. When he looked down at that, he saw that it had been torn to pieces on the arms and legs and covered with dirt everywhere else. He had also lost the hat to the ensemble when the exhaust pipe had speared him. It was probably still shish kabobbed on the stupid car which was now too far away to be worth walking to it retrieve a mutilated hat. Instead, Samuel sneered at the car and continued walking. This time to the shopping district of the city.
They'll have his suits.
DeathsDirtyWorker from [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/the-brink-of-sanity-full/t.53237063_1/]Brink of Sanity
Butch sat in the kitchen of his house, staring at his wife and boy
across the table. His thought were about how if the s**t hit the fan, they were only going to slow him down. He had a tugging feeling at the back of his skull as he thought about this and what he could do to solve the problem. Finally, he set his cup of coffee down and said, "I'm going down to the basement to see if we have any more food down there." His wife muttered an 'Okay,' and his boy nodded his head. butch left the room and went down the stairs leading to the basement. He searched around the dank room and found a few things he might need. A taser, a bat, and a chainsaw for the tree out back. Butch grinned as he saw his reflection in the metal of the blade. When Butch returned to the kitchen, both his wife and child were looking down at the table. butch hid the chainsaw and told his boy, "Son, why don't you go play in your room for a little bit? Mommy and Daddy need to have a little talk." The boy nodded his head and left the room and Butch could hear his footsteps up the stairs.
