The greatest evil

 

Pt 1: chain of murders

 

 

 

Billy Haress ran down the sidewalk, trying to get to the park. Rain splashed on Billy's head as he ran along Main St. Some people stopped to stare at him (little did they know the next time they would see his face it would be in the obituaries). Billy needed to meet his friend.

 

 

 

The intersection of Main St. and University was where Billy stopped to catch his breath. Cars sped down the streets, but most of the cops who should be catching these speeders were busy finding prostitutes and arresting them. Billy knew about prostitutes. They were what mom called "Mislead women".

 

 

 

Billy also knew that he could spot prostitutes by their clothes. If he saw one, he should run, his Dad had said. You did not want a sex obsessed woman to catch you and throw you in a hotel room. And you did not want to have you first "experience" at 7 years old.

 

 

 

Billy fished in his coats pocket and found a crumpled piece of paper. He flattened it out and read the desperate words his friend had mailed to Billy's house.

 

 

 

My mom is trying to murder me. I am going to run away. Meet me at the park at 4:00 in the afternoon.

 

 

 

Billy looked over it a couple more times and then folded it neatly into his jacket pocket. He then ran across the intersection when he saw no cars coming.

 

 

 

The park was a block away. But before he could get there, Billy's next door neighbor stopped him.

 

 

 

"What are you doing out here Billy?" He asked gently.

 

 

 

"I am going to the park, what are you doing?" Billy looked at his neighbor with respect. He was old and balding, but had always had the aura of a young man. Billy had been fishing with him, and built model airplanes with him.

 

 

 

"I was shopping here." Billy's neighbor pointed at the store they were standing in front of, a drug store.

 

 

 

"Drugs are bad. Mommy said." Billy said, looking curiously at the bag dangling from his neighbors hand.

 

 

 

"Not the kind that relieve headaches and bladder problems."

 

 

 

"Whats a bladder?" Billy asked.

 

 

 

"Maybe later Billy. Have you heard about your friends Mom and Dad?"

 

 

 

"You mean James?" James was the friend Billy was going to meet at the park.

 

 

 

"Yes. His parents were murdered."

 

 

 

Billy may be young, but he knew what the word "murder" meant.

 

 

 

"How?"

 

 

 

"No one can figure out how. They just seem to have exploded. Their blood was all over the walls, from what I hear. And there was writing on the wall outside the house, using the blood in from James parents."

 

 

 

"Was someone making graffiti?"

 

 

 

"Somewhat."

 

 

 

"Did it say something like "Pimp daddy" or " This gangsta was here" ?"

 

 

 

"No Billy, it said "I am the biggest evil of humans".

 

 

 

Billy pulled the sleeve of his jacket up and looked at his watch. He pulled his sleeve back down.

 

 

 

"I have 1 minute to get to the park! I'll see you later!" Billy waved at his neighbor as he ran down the pavement to the park.

 

 

 

Billy got to the park and ran over the wet mulch. He climbed a ladder that led to the mouth of a huge slide. At the mouth, James sat, hands on his face, crying.

 

 

 

"Calm down James. I heard about your parents. I am sorry."

 

 

 

The tears stopped and Billy looked at James curiously.

 

 

 

"Billy, do you know what happened to me?" James asked.

 

 

 

"You ran away, I know!"

 

 

 

"No Billy, I committed suicide."

 

 

 

Billy stared at James and then started to laugh, he could not help it.

 

 

 

"Why are you playing with me when your parents are dead and..."

 

 

 

"I am not playing with you Billy."

 

 

 

James eyes turned blank, and suddenly he became a swirling black mist.

 

 

 

Billy screamed.

 

 

 

"Billy, I am your worst fear. I am the human races greatest evil. I take no specific form, for I morph with the years. Do you know who I am?"

 

 

 

Billy screamed for his Mom, for his neighbor, and for some reason, for James.

 

 

 

"Billy, you are not going to answer? You and James and his parents knew about something. And I know you did not want anyone to find out."

 

 

 

"What...What...do I...know about?"

 

 

 

"Have you ever noticed that statue of that planet in James house?"

 

 

 

"Yes...please...leave me alone."

 

 

 

"No Billy, no one needs to have that statue except for me."

 

 

 

The "Thing" grabbed Billy, and the last thing Billy saw was the Things smirk. Or something like a smirk. Then, darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE RAMSTON HERALD

 

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1994

 

CHAIN OF MURDERS, TOWN PUZZLED

 

 

 

Yesterday, four people were killed and there is absolutely no explanation for the deaths. It started with the deaths of Mr. Zach Cerner and Mrs. Carrie Cerner. Around 3:15 in the afternoon, police were on the scene when neighbors reported hearing a large explosion. When the police got inside, the whole living room was covered from floor to ceiling in blood. After about five minutes of investigating, Deputy Jones found that on the side was a message written in the blood of these two people. The writing said "I am the biggest evil of humans."

 

 

 

Soon after, police arrived at the park on Main Street, where a Mr. Jack Torby, neighbor to Billy Haress, said he heard his neighbor scream. He was apparently in the drug store asking for a receipt when he heard the scream. When police arrived on the scene, they found Billy's head on a tire swing and found his stomach and entrails all down the slide. The park is now closed.

 

 

 

An hour later a man who works at Ramston's dam, said he saw a body of a child in the water. The body was picked up and was identified as the body of James Cerner, child of the first two people murdered that day.

 

 

 

All the people murdered will be having funerals in exactly one week. Our staff at the Herald would like to give our condolences to the families of the murdered people. Police swear they will find the murderer no matter what.

 

 

 

 

 

NEXT CHAPTER: THE FUNERALS/THE THING GETS THE STATUE

Very interesting story, nice fast pace. The only problem was was the "See you later"(No you won't Billy), as the part in brackets doesnt fit with the rest of the story, as it seems to be said by some sadistic narrator, wheras the whole story ahs been in the thrid person.

 

 

 

The rest of ti was very good though.

Thats been edited out ironmaiden. Anyway, I was thinking someone would lock this because this is fairly gruesome and it'll get worse...it is a horror type story. Anyway it will be a little while before you guys have a clue what the hell is going on so be patient.

This isn't to gruesome so far, as long as you don't make it too explicitly gruesome or horrific, it shouldn't get locked (i shouldn't tempt fate :P ) but its a very good premise

I have not even got this story fired up and your already saying its a good premise. Still tons of story to cover, and in terms of the whole main story, It goes somewhat slow. A lot of other things happening that will effect the main characters (it'll be a while before we get to the main people). Hope evry1 likes it.

This is gonna be a 1 chapter per day (maybe 2 if I feel like typing more) deal. Just so you peoples knows.

The greatest evil

 

Pt2: The funeral

 

 

 

"Hurry up Richard. For god's sake get off your lazy [wagon] and get ready for the funeral!" Yelled Beverly Gourdan, putting diamond ear rings into her ear.

 

 

 

Richard Gourdan muted his football game and looked at his wife with a strict face. "Football. Big game and I will not miss it."

 

 

 

Beverly wanted to slap Richard. He was a fat, balding man, and he was only 32 years old. Beverly always loved him, but once he started becoming a drunkard, things really took a turn for the worse.

 

 

 

Beverly knew that Mary Haress was expecting herself and Richard to come to her sons funeral. That poor woman had been crying for a week, nonstop. Her sons body pieces were put into a coffin and Mary held that coffin for the whole week, staring at her sons dead eyes, eternally staring at the rest of his body.

 

 

 

Mary had lost her husband in the Gulf War and now she lost her son. Beverly felt terrible for her, but she wanted Richard to come.

 

 

 

"Richard, I am about to smash a hammer into that television and then you could say good bye to football." Beverly grabbed the flipper off the coffee table in front of Richard and his armchair. Beverly flipped it off.

 

 

 

"What the hell? Turn it back on!" Richard yelled. He stood up and stared at his wife with those blank, menacing eyes he had got when he became a drunkard.

 

 

 

Beverly was not scared. She had been scared of him for years. He abused her and treated her like crap for years and now, she was going to stand up to him. She loved him and that is why she never called the cops and reported to them. She knew he could change.

 

 

 

"No. You will come to the funeral. Mary's son..."

 

 

 

"Mary's a dumb as hell woman! She let her child out..."

 

 

 

"Shut up!" Beverly butted in. Richard stared at her. "She was letting him go out because the park was a few blocks away and did not think anything would happen to a child at the park."

 

 

 

"What about the prostitutes?"

 

 

 

"Do you think a prostitute would rape a child?"

 

 

 

"Sure, it is possible."

 

 

 

"The cops have really taken care of the prostitutes though. I have not seen one in months!"

 

 

 

"Just give me the remote. I am not going."

 

 

 

"Yes you are. Put on your suit..."

 

 

 

"NO!"

 

 

 

Beverly felt Richards hand on her face and embraced the pain like a hug from a relative. The pain faded fast. She did not cry. She did not yell. She just walked toward the door.

 

 

 

"Give me the flipper Bev. I will hurt you."

 

 

 

"Go get it." Beverly could not understand why he did not just go over to the television and turn on the on button at the bottom but...

 

 

 

She threw the remote into a child's pool next door. Richard pushed her to the ground and ran after the remote.

 

 

 

Beverly got up and left to the funeral.

 

 

 

 

 

The funeral began. The parts of Billy's body, some shards of bones from James parents, and James body itself were marched down main street. People on the side of the street bowed there heads in prayer. Mary Haress walked down the street alongside her sons coffin. She was crying and thinking about where Beverly and Richard could be. Beverly said she would be here hours ago.

 

 

 

A police patrol pulled into a nearby parking lot and Deputy Jon Jones walked over to Mary.

 

 

 

"Mary, you know Beverly Gourdan?"

 

 

 

"Yes. I have been waiting for her to show up for a while." She said in between tears.

 

 

 

"Well, we found her car."

 

 

 

Mary knew what was coming next.

 

 

 

"She drove off of the Gandy Bridge. Plunged into the water. Dead in her car."

 

 

 

Mary cried even harder.

 

 

 

"Suicide we found out. She left this note on the side of the street. Must of stopped before driving the car off." The officer handed Mary the note.

 

 

 

I have given up hope on my one true love. Richard will meet me in hell and regret what he has done. He will not see another Budweiser in hell.

 

 

 

"Then Richard..." Mary muttered between tears.

 

 

 

"Richards body was found, electrocuted, in a kiddie pool next to his house. We found a T.V remote in the pool. And we found out that he was drunk."

 

 

 

Mary continued to cry.

 

 

 

"I am so sorry." Deputy Jones walked back toward his patrol.

 

 

 

 

 

"Deputy Jones!" Someone yelled from inside of the Cerner house.

 

 

 

Jones walked into the house and found the man who yelled for him in the basement of the nice, Victorian era house.

 

 

 

"What is it Lok?" Lok was a lean man, about 22 years old.

 

 

 

"Look at this." He picked up a note on the floor of the basement.

 

 

 

I got the statue. And there is no way to get it back.

 

 

 

"What does he want a statue for? It must have been worth something."

 

 

 

"Thats what I thought Jones."

 

 

 

Jones took the letter to his patrol car and picked up his walkie talkie.

 

 

 

"I think I know why the Cerner's were blown up."

 

 

 

 

 

THE RAMSTON HERALD

 

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1994

 

MORE DEATHS AND ANOTHER NOTE FROM THE CERNER MURDER

 

 

 

Today was another wild day. It started when the funeral started and the four bodies of the murdered people from Tuesday were being walked down the street, to Rebirth Cemetery. Beverly Gourdan was apparently on her way when she decided to kill herself on the Gandy Bridge. A note was found on the side of the road, written by Beverly.

 

 

 

Then, the neighbors of Beverly reported seeing the dead body of Beverly's husband, Richard Gourdan, in their kiddie pool. His body was found, electrocuted, apparently by a remote thrown in the pool.

 

 

 

Also, later on Police were looking for any evidence from the assailant of the Cerner's. They found a note from the murderer about stealing a statue. Police have no idea what kind of statue it was or why the assailant thought it was so nice that they needed to do whatever they did to the Cerner's. Police still don't know how the assailant could have made the Cerner's explode.

 

 

 

NEXT CHAPTER: THE "THING'S" NEXT MURDER/AT THE BAR