Ch. 1: Shriek
The sky was gray and no stars were flashing brightly. All that was there were the moon and the clouds drifting aimlessly. The grass whistled next to the old cabin house. It was made of wood, burnt wood. It could barely keep itself up. The wind hit the old cabin and it shook, and then brought itself back to position.
A man walked into the cabin. He couldn’t have been older than Sixty years old. He had a shotgun in his hand. He put the bullets inside of it before he went inside, though. When he was inside, a cry could be heard. But from the outside, it would sound like a dog.
“Shut up you old mutt! I’ll kill you before you’ll make that call” the man said, and it could be heard perfectly from outside. More cries were heard and then the shotgun was fired. But the cries were still heard. Did he miss or did he kill something else?
He walked out and then a loud shriek blasted, opening the closed, wooden door. A woman who as probably in her late 20’s came out of the cabin. She had bullet marks in her chest and tears were flowing down her face. The man looked backwards and fired again. Still, the woman was unhurt. She shouted again and the man flew backwards and hit the wall, at least giving him a concussion. She walked toward his body and she looked at it, and walked away.
She then turned around with a knife in her hand. “Now you get what you deserve!” the woman said. She threw the knife and it punctured his heart. His eyes opened quickly then closed. The blood squirted out of his body like a full water gun. The woman had disappeared into the night sky.
The next morning, it was broad daylight. “Honey, honey, where are you?” said a voice not too far from the body. The elderly lady went to the garden and she trembled. Her eyes widened and she screamed in fear. Tears came from her wrinkled eyes. She was probably older than him. Maybe the mother, or sister. The neighbors came out of the house. “Call 911! Call 911!” she shouted again. The neighbor ran back inside the house and dialed the number.
No later than 9 minutes did both an Ambulance and a few private investigators appear. It turned out she was the mother, she was 79, her son, 57. She told them everything that she knew. And she didn’t know anything except that her husband was stabbed. She was still crying, hoping things would get better. But from this point, things could only get worse.
It was the day of the funeral. The cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone was there to mourn of the tragedy. The only one that was missing was a 23 year old man, who is in a taxi, hoping he’d get there in time. “Drive faster!” the goofy nephew screamed. The taxi was going 83 miles per hour on the street. The taxi driver pulled over and a loud noise was heard. It was a gun fire. The nephew, whose name was Peter ducked behind the taxi. The taxi driver came out of the car and he was so startled! “There is a man with a gun, a gun!” the driver shouted. But before any other words could come out of his mouth, 3 bullets were fired, 2 hitting, one missing and cut through the metal of the car. Peter looked under the car and saw the driver’s body, so lonely and helpless. “Come on! I have to stop everything here don’t I” Peter said in a whiny voice. Peter always had a gun with him, he was a retired cop. He was a cop from the age of 20-22, he stopped after his partner was killed from a Heart Attack. Peter could see the murderer running on the sidewalk. He knew he didn’t have much time. He was running, running! Peter got up and had a better view. He aimed at his torso and fired! The man fell and hit the ground hard. He went to check the driver’s pulse, but sadly, he didn’t make it.
Peter entered through the gates and into the funeral home. “Am I late?” he said, jokingly. “This isn’t a good way to act when your favorite Uncle has just been murdered. “Maybe he deserved it?” Peter said, jokingly, again. “Peter, shut your mouth, if he would have heard this right now he might have stabbed you!” Peter’s aunt said. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up!” Peter said.
The cops were investigating the scene. Peter was asked a few questions and he seemed to be a hero! The man he had shot was not killed, but would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. “That man deserves to be paralyzed. Killing two people is disgusting” he thought. He felt a tap on his shoulder. There were 3 girls, teenagers, who wanted his autograph. “Here you go” he said as he signed all of the papers.
“Mom, I know this isn’t how you expected your brother’s funeral to be like, but I guess I was just at the right place at the right time. He would have killed many more people if I didn’t stop him! I have to bring justice to the world” Peter said. “You are not a cop anymore. Get your life together, it is falling apart” his mom said.
Peter walked away and more people tried to get his autograph, but he refused. He got into a taxi and was driven to his house in DC. He lied down on his couch and turned on the TV. “The man who saved the rest of the town. Peter Wensler story at 9” the reporter said. “Well, I’m a big here and I am awesome. Soon, I will be a celebrity. People will ask me to be in their shows, give me money, I’ll become richer than my Uncle!” Peter said to himself.
The phone rang, it was his mother. “Yes mom?” Peter asked. “We just looked at your Uncle’s will. He gave you everything! The whole Wensler Enterprise!” his mom screamed in the phone. Peter was shocked, he could barely breathe! “Me in front of Wensler Enterprise. I would never imagine” Peter thought, while he got yogurt out of the fridge and daydreamed him, the new heir of the Wensler Enterprise.
(Tell me what you think about it, it isn't pokemon and I put a lot of effort into it so please comment)
The sky was gray and no stars were flashing brightly. All that was there were the moon and the clouds drifting aimlessly. The grass whistled next to the old cabin house. It was made of wood, burnt wood. It could barely keep itself up. The wind hit the old cabin and it shook, and then brought itself back to position.
A man walked into the cabin. He couldn’t have been older than Sixty years old. He had a shotgun in his hand. He put the bullets inside of it before he went inside, though. When he was inside, a cry could be heard. But from the outside, it would sound like a dog.
“Shut up you old mutt! I’ll kill you before you’ll make that call” the man said, and it could be heard perfectly from outside. More cries were heard and then the shotgun was fired. But the cries were still heard. Did he miss or did he kill something else?
He walked out and then a loud shriek blasted, opening the closed, wooden door. A woman who as probably in her late 20’s came out of the cabin. She had bullet marks in her chest and tears were flowing down her face. The man looked backwards and fired again. Still, the woman was unhurt. She shouted again and the man flew backwards and hit the wall, at least giving him a concussion. She walked toward his body and she looked at it, and walked away.
She then turned around with a knife in her hand. “Now you get what you deserve!” the woman said. She threw the knife and it punctured his heart. His eyes opened quickly then closed. The blood squirted out of his body like a full water gun. The woman had disappeared into the night sky.
The next morning, it was broad daylight. “Honey, honey, where are you?” said a voice not too far from the body. The elderly lady went to the garden and she trembled. Her eyes widened and she screamed in fear. Tears came from her wrinkled eyes. She was probably older than him. Maybe the mother, or sister. The neighbors came out of the house. “Call 911! Call 911!” she shouted again. The neighbor ran back inside the house and dialed the number.
No later than 9 minutes did both an Ambulance and a few private investigators appear. It turned out she was the mother, she was 79, her son, 57. She told them everything that she knew. And she didn’t know anything except that her husband was stabbed. She was still crying, hoping things would get better. But from this point, things could only get worse.
It was the day of the funeral. The cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone was there to mourn of the tragedy. The only one that was missing was a 23 year old man, who is in a taxi, hoping he’d get there in time. “Drive faster!” the goofy nephew screamed. The taxi was going 83 miles per hour on the street. The taxi driver pulled over and a loud noise was heard. It was a gun fire. The nephew, whose name was Peter ducked behind the taxi. The taxi driver came out of the car and he was so startled! “There is a man with a gun, a gun!” the driver shouted. But before any other words could come out of his mouth, 3 bullets were fired, 2 hitting, one missing and cut through the metal of the car. Peter looked under the car and saw the driver’s body, so lonely and helpless. “Come on! I have to stop everything here don’t I” Peter said in a whiny voice. Peter always had a gun with him, he was a retired cop. He was a cop from the age of 20-22, he stopped after his partner was killed from a Heart Attack. Peter could see the murderer running on the sidewalk. He knew he didn’t have much time. He was running, running! Peter got up and had a better view. He aimed at his torso and fired! The man fell and hit the ground hard. He went to check the driver’s pulse, but sadly, he didn’t make it.
Peter entered through the gates and into the funeral home. “Am I late?” he said, jokingly. “This isn’t a good way to act when your favorite Uncle has just been murdered. “Maybe he deserved it?” Peter said, jokingly, again. “Peter, shut your mouth, if he would have heard this right now he might have stabbed you!” Peter’s aunt said. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up!” Peter said.
The cops were investigating the scene. Peter was asked a few questions and he seemed to be a hero! The man he had shot was not killed, but would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. “That man deserves to be paralyzed. Killing two people is disgusting” he thought. He felt a tap on his shoulder. There were 3 girls, teenagers, who wanted his autograph. “Here you go” he said as he signed all of the papers.
“Mom, I know this isn’t how you expected your brother’s funeral to be like, but I guess I was just at the right place at the right time. He would have killed many more people if I didn’t stop him! I have to bring justice to the world” Peter said. “You are not a cop anymore. Get your life together, it is falling apart” his mom said.
Peter walked away and more people tried to get his autograph, but he refused. He got into a taxi and was driven to his house in DC. He lied down on his couch and turned on the TV. “The man who saved the rest of the town. Peter Wensler story at 9” the reporter said. “Well, I’m a big here and I am awesome. Soon, I will be a celebrity. People will ask me to be in their shows, give me money, I’ll become richer than my Uncle!” Peter said to himself.
The phone rang, it was his mother. “Yes mom?” Peter asked. “We just looked at your Uncle’s will. He gave you everything! The whole Wensler Enterprise!” his mom screamed in the phone. Peter was shocked, he could barely breathe! “Me in front of Wensler Enterprise. I would never imagine” Peter thought, while he got yogurt out of the fridge and daydreamed him, the new heir of the Wensler Enterprise.
(Tell me what you think about it, it isn't pokemon and I put a lot of effort into it so please comment)
