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Short Stories

These are my short stories.. most are not finished.. but I will finish them... eventually. >.> ok there is one for now.. and its not done.. but I'll finish it.. and add more. XD
Prelude to Hall of Hell?


She slowly looked around the room, her bright blue eyes slowly dancing across the surfaces of many darkened consoles across the wall; her focus was then directed towards a small Plexiglas box in the middle of the seemingly endless abyss of dark. A crisp echo responds to every footstep she takes towards the box, which was spotlighted from a light source in the roof, it was a soft light, a comforting glow, even contrasted with the total darkness surrounding it. She placed her finger tips gently on the cold, smooth, surface of the cell, then began to walk around it, examining the now dead figure slumped in the corner. His eyes were closed and there was no sign of damager anywhere on his body, even the chemical he inhaled would have completely dissolved into the body, leaving little to no trace of what killed him. The edges of her lips turned up slightly, as her fingers now circled the small black rubber hose which entered the cell. She shook her head slightly as a soft chuckled escaped her lips.

:: Something so simple kills so perfectly. What was his name? Oh, yes, Matt, or so he said. Such a simple name for a simple man:: She then pulled her fingers away from the cold plastic and began to walk towards a small black cart about ten feet away. Once again her fingers trailed along the corners of the black metal, her gaze falling upon the thin laptop. The silver surface reflecting the soft light from the cell, a small box of latex gloves sat next to the laptop, she smiled softly as she laid her hands on it as well. Her hand quickly moved to the lid of the laptop as she opened it slowly, a harsh blue light projected upon her face.

She glanced down to the lower right hand corner of the screen. :: 10:33 they should be here any minute now :: she gently bit her lower lip as she opened the systems security panel, then removed all restrictions and passwords. :: there nothing can stop them now, no restrictions, my fingerprints are on everything, they have no choice now ::

A loud banging on the large metal door behind her stopped her thoughts; she smiled and straightened her hair, �This is the police, open up!� The muted call was barely audible through the steel door. She looked down to the keyboard on the laptop and pressed enter, the door made a soft click and slowly opened from the next pounding of the police. She looked down and straightened her skirt, then brushed a piece of lint from her shoulder, as the police flowed into her small domain all of them had a pistol leveled on her head.

One police man, a large dark skinned man, with a deep baritone voice, holstered his pistol and approached her slowly, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the back of his belt. �You are under arrest, for murder, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law��� She closed her eyes slowly, zoning out the officers loud voice, as she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs as they were locked in place behind her back. She inhaled deeply and slowly, as they began leading her to the door, the snow covered the ground outside, not uncommon for the middle of December; she opened her eyes once more, and studied the snow. Then took another deep breath of the cold air, she knew this was the last time she would see, feel, or smell anything again. As the officers gently put her into a nearby cruiser she closed her eyes once more, and remembered as each of the men died, slowly. Remembered the feel of the button as she pressed it, the soft hiss of the gas as it was allowed into the cell, and the best part, the expression of pure terror that covered their face as each of the 31 men died in the same way.

The officers closed the door, she held her breath and listened to the muffled conversation between them, �yeah, its about time we caught her, we�ve found 30 dead men all around town in garbage cans, all around town in the past month, in the same condition as the guy in there.� The other officer nodded, and patted the door gently with his hand.

A smile played over her lips as the car moved slowly away from her present, and took her to her future, her destiny.



Hall of Hell


She slowly looks at the large metal door which separates her and her future. The guard to her right walks ahead of her and using the keys on the retractable wire on his hip to unlock the 3 inch steel door. He looks slowly into her eyes with sorrow as he walks past her opening the door wide. She holds her head high and nods at him politely, and then begins to shuffle in to the small hallway.

The clanging of the chains on her feet and her wrists let the other prisoners in this hallway know she is coming. Slowly each one walks to the polycarbonate window, and watches her walk by. One shakes his head and walks away from the window back to the small bed near the wall. Right as she enters the hallway she notices the line of switches, black shiny switches, and a number under each one.

She knows exactly what they are for.

Those switches control the lives of each of the inmates in this hallway. Her number, 14, was switched up just as all the others were, for now at least. She chuckled as she walked slowly down the hallway, and turned to face the final cell on the right

The door was wide open; the guard gently nudged her with the edge of his rifle. She bowed her head slightly and walked slowly in. Once she reached the middle of the room, she turned around and faced the door as the guards slowly closed it. Staring blankly into there faces through the window. The only window to her world, unbreakable, this room made her safe from the outside world, and also kept the outside world safe from her.

She smiled as she closed her eyes and let her mind drift off into nothingness. Seeing only those black switches in her mind, and how the flick off one finger, could end an entire life.

She stood there thinking how easy it was for her to end countless life�s, and how ironic it was that her life would be taken by the very tool she used, to earn her a room in the hall of hell.



Bobs story


(disclaimer, this story i wrote real quick, grammar isnt present.. i think also it ends abruptly.. it isnt done)

Ok, so this story is about a man named Bob. Now Bob is a very special guy, he just doesn�t know it yet. According to Bob he�s an average in a world going to hell. So what Bob wants to know is why his paper isn�t on his front step like it always is. So he calls the newspaper and after hearing several recorded messages he hears a young woman answer the phone. �Hello, Daily Press this is Janet, may I help you?� So upon hearing the woman�s voice he begins to speak �Hey, my paper isn�t here, why am I paying for the fucking paper if I�m NOT receiving it in the morning??!!� so the woman apologized, and asked him for the address so that they could send the paper out to him right away. He gave her the address, and she ran it through the computer. But there was a problem, he wasn�t a subscriber, not only that but his information wasn�t even in the system. So Bob got even more pissed, and hung up his phone with a loud thud, and at that exact moment, the lights in his two story 5 bedroom, 2 bath house went dark. He balled up his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the nearest wall. The wall being sturdy and made of plywood rather than sheetrock didn�t budge or crack, and the beige color wall paper was left with a slight red stain since the skin around Bobs knuckles split from the force of the impact. He shook his fist lightly, grimacing as he walked to the kitchen to rinse off his hand; he turned the knob on the faucet and a soft sound of escaping gas leaked out, rather than the refreshing water. Now by this time Bob was furious, he slammed both hands on the counter creating a loud THUD, which reverberated throughout the house. He turned around and walked into the living room, and instead of seeing his 5 piece comforter set, 1 coffee table, and 40� plasma TV, with surround sound system he found an empty hardwood floor with a thin layer of dust on the walls. �WHAT THE FUCK!!????� he yelled his voice echoing loudly within the now empty house, he again walked to the nearest wall and slammed the same fist onto the wall, another blood stain being left on the wall. Ignoring the intense pain throbbing through his now swollen hand, he slowly walked to where he left his phone taking deep breaths, to try and clear his mind. We walked into the kitchen and looks next to the sink where he remembered leaving his cordless phone, yet there was nothing there, not even the few dirty dishes he didn�t clean the night before. He froze where he stood, his breathing shallow as he looked around the now empty kitchen. Where rage once pumped through his veins fear now took its place. He shivered slightly feeling the warmth of anger leave him. He fell against the counter next to him, his arm bracing his fall, and supporting him. He took another deep breath, and then swallows unsure of his next move. He straightens himself up, and gently tugs at his shirt straightening it out as well; he then closes his eyes, and walks slowly into the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen.

�Nice house� a deep masculine voice reverberated throughout the room. Bob quickly turned his heart racing and feeling his face flushing, at the sight of a man, with a dark grey beard, black long sleeved cowboy cut shirt, solid block wranglers, with polished black boots. He was leaning casually in the far corner of the darkened dining room with his arms crossed against his chest.
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