but before he could react,a headless zombie came from behind and held him as the stripper sliced his head off.then he jolted awake.
"It was just another nightmare."he told himself.
'Yeah the same nightmare i've had since the last murder case i did last month.'
he just didn't feel that the guy they busted was really the one.as if he was just a decoy for the real killer.
then god appeared and told him that the killer was one of his multiple personalities, and that that righteous side of him was leaving himself clues so that he may find the truth. God decided to intervene and judge him. God said he was a really really mean guy and killing people was pretty bad thing so he sentenced him to the evil rotting vagina plagued with zombies that he has been dreaming about to live forever
"okay,so far we have that,sadam fellow,and a few element demons,wind fire and water,we just need earth and then we'll be done with elements..."
"hi,names dick,i want to sign up."
"whats your powers?"
"i was a hell agent till spawn blew me out of existence,and now i can take over childrens and teenagers bodies."
"okay,we'll get back to you."
"i can also get osama bin laden here if i get the job."
"your in!"the guys said together.
"not so fast satan!"god said.
"oh shit!make a run for it!"the other demons yelled.
"what now?"
"don't use this man!he might of killed me but i will not let you use him!"
"dude,you killed god?"
"yeah"
"listen,keep in contact with us with this,while your up there."hitler whispered to him.
Shrouded in a night of chain smoking insomnia, john smith turns his attention through the haze of smoke to the shotgun that is leaned next to him on his bed. not wanting to take the final commintement into death, john goes over the past events that led him to this point. It started with the foriegn voices in his head a week ago. Though they started subtle, leading him to believe it was just adolesence, he soon would accept the truth. Somthing had entered his head and was telling him to do the bad things. the bad things he diddnt want to do. However, he could not help listening to the voices, they held some kind of curious temptation. The more he listend, the more he realized he was slowly losing controll of his own thoughts. No one believed him, his mother heard him, but was comatosed in a daze of white poison running through her veins.Friends laughed, and teachers just analyzed him.
He had to do somthing before it was to late. Sooner than later the voices would accomplish it's goal. John diddnt know what this was, but knew it was somthing that could nver happen. It was an early morning that john decided to endulge in the voices commands. It happend so fast before he knew it the old lady that had been walking her dog just a momment ago was now sprawled out lifeless on the ground with her throat slit, and john was left stained in blood, clutching the kitchen knife that did the deed. after fleeing the scene, john knew what must come next, he knew that if these voices had anymore time they would surely find more ways to tempt johns hand into evil.
that was it, these were the final thoughts that ran through john smiths mind as he picked up the shotgun, and poured the nails into the barrel, He wanted no one to recognize him, not after what he had did earlier this morning. John held the barrel a few inches away from his face, and witnessed the snap of the fire through his teary eyes as the gun unloaded and fullfiled it's intended purpose. no one believed John, no will ever believe john, they will however, believe they could have done more when they hear how he was found under his blood spattered wall, and they will believe they should have listend when they go to his funeral and look down at his closed casket.
the voice of the demon named dick had failed on his immediate goal of possesing a young soul, but now the doors are open. despair is an emotion open to temptation, temptation for his entrance back into the world.
After the funeral, Jenny, the girl who secretly like john. sat on the steps wishing that she would give anything to be able to go back in time. At her lowest and darkest, somthing was preying on her, somthing deep in her mind.
dick's spirit flew into the innocent mind of a child named cindy and took complete control he made her go into her father's study and take out his shot gun,loaded it and she walked up into her parents room.
"cindy what is it?"
"time to die!"
she shot them and left shooting anything that moved.'now to look for osama!'she thoughtosamarifle