Thats Him!

"Would you stop scrolling. I think i saw it!" Cindy yelled at her two year younger brother slapping him on the back of the head. Ryan scrolled back up. Cindy threw his hand off the computer mouse.
"Look! Thats it, right there. Thats the guy!" Cindy screamed looking away from the face on the screen. Ryan had a hard time looking at it. No mistake here. It was him. The guy that murdered their parents a year ago. The man in the photo was young. Sunglasses, light beard, and dark black hair. Maybe in the early thirtys. His arm was around a younger girl. Even with sunglasses you could see his wink. Ryan quickly exited out of the picture. Cindy lay on the bed in tears. What now? Ryan thought.
"Why did you want to see this guy? He is a killer. Who knows where he is," Ryan commented. Cindy jolted up from the bed and came around to Ryan getting face to face.
"He is a bastard! He deserves to be behind bars for the rest of his life!" Cindy stomped back into bed.
"Mom said to not use that word Cindy!" Ryan said.
"Well we dont have a mom do we Ryan?" With that she soaked her cheeks with tears. Ryan left his sisters room and went to his.

Can you hear me now!

"And then i said... then i said... 'what the hell is with you man! Cant you see we are at war! Get your gun out of your ass and shoot the bastards!" The whole table of poker players bursted with laughter. The table went completely silent abruptly when a female walked into the room with a bowl of chips. She seemed young. In her thirtys.
"You know Bill, you have one fine wife. How much!" The table burst with laughter again. Poker chips were being thrown into the pot.
"So when are we going to hit a real casino with real money. I still have yet to make love in a bed full of benjamins!" Said a skinny black man in his fortys. The table again laughed!
"Shit, man. Im all in! This man needs a new pair of socks!"
"Thats the only thing your going to be able to afford with how much money we are betting. Raise the ante! Lets go!"
"Settle Ricky. Im hosting the party here. Were keeping as is"
"Anybody have any threes?" Crazy laughter erupted from the table.
"Fuck go fish! Check this full house!" A bulky man threw down his cards and leaped from the table throwing his arms in the air. Then they were clutching his heart. His hands full of blood. A gaping hole blew from his chest. He fell backwards dead. More laughter. The man holding the gun got up from the table and shot each player one by one in the head. The room was empty. The poker table full of food and poker chips. The man checked his gun, cocked it and went for the kitchen. Three more shots rang throughout the house. Blood soaking the walls. That will teach them not to gamble, the man thought throwing the gun at the dead wife in the kitchen.

The Basketball Team/Cheerleading Tryouts/Wrestling With Tigers

Simon and Billy were walking home from basketball tryouts when they found a girl laying in the sreet severely hurt. She had a cheerleader outfit on. Billy and Simon ran over to the girl. She was still breathing but not very well. The cheerleader had long cuts on her face and arms. She let out a soft grunt. She looked at the two boys.
"Are you alright?" Simon asked the cheerleader kneeling down closer to her.
"Behind..." She couldnt get out any more. Her eyes slowly shut. Before she passed she was pointing behind the two boys. The hand now slowly fell to her side. Simon and Billy turned around. To their surprise two Bengal tigers stood five feet in front of the boys. Blood dripping down their chopps. The tiger on the right had a full human arm hanging from its mouth. Billy and Simon screamed, running different directions. Both tigers looked confused at first and than they both did the same. The tiger on the rignt dropped the severed arm and went after Billy. While the other tiger chased after Simon. The arm bengal started to crouch down for a pounce but Billy jumped onto the jungle gym, and climbed to the very top. While the tiger looked for a way up the castle, Billy looked for his friend. Simon was still running for his life. Eventually he was able to jump onto an old truck. The tiger frantically leaped at the truck nearly tipping it over. Simon looked at billy atop the swing set.
"What the hell do we do! Where did tigers come from!" Simon yelled. He had to sit on the truck and hold on as the tiger continued to ram the truck putting a dent into the door. Simon was going to get sick.
"I have no clue!" Billy yelled back. His tiger was trying to climb up the slide but wouldnt fit. Blood dripped from his jaw onto a childs toy car. The tiger picked it up with its mouth and ate it. Billy found a rock and threw it at the tiger. That didnt help. Cujo leaped onto the slide again, than jumping once more onto the jungle gym. Billy screamed and ran for the slide. Sprinting with the tiger behind him, he slid down the slide tummy first. He did a summer sault onto the sand on the way down. The tiger thougnt he could do the same thing. But it was stuck in the slide. Not able to move. Billy wiped the sweat from his brow and ran up the hill to do something anout his friend.
"Simon!" Billy yelled from the top of his lungs. Simon was still on the car. His tiger kept ramming the car. Simon threw up over the side of the truck. Then he gaged. Blood flew from the tigers mouth. The tiger looked like himself like it was going to throw up. It gaged. Muzzle to the ground. Something was coming out of its mouth. Hair? That and a head. a human head. Simon hurled again. This time all over the tiger. It turned its attention back to simon. It got on it back paws and came close to Simon from the top of the car. The tiger went back to all fours. Sat like a dog, than backed up. More and more. He was going to try to jump on top the car. It ran fast for about ten yards and leaped like Micheal Jordan. The tiger landed perfectly on top of the car, sitting on Simon. Billy yelled and also leaped onto the roof of the truck and jumped on the back of thd tiger riding it like a bull. Simon jumped of the car and collapsed on the ground. Billy stuck a sharp stick in the neck of the tiger. Deep into the skin. Then billy felt a shrieking pain come from his back. His original tiger had escaped from the slide and took a bite out of Billys back. A whole the size of a face. Billy stoped breathing at that point and fell off the truck landing dead next to Simon. Simon couldnt stand. Only one tiger remained. It only sat on the car staring at Simon for minutes. The tiger jumped off the car. Walked over to Simon. He couldn feel the tigers hot breath on his face. The tiger opened its mouth wide. But it stopped. In the dizstance the tiger was distracted by a father and son playing football at the park. He cocked his head, stepped away from Simon and walked towards the two in the park.
Simon watched everything. The tiger startled the father and son. The dad picked his kid up and slowly and walked backwards. The kid dropped his tennis ball at the feet of the tiger. A wall stopped the father from going any farther. He was trapped. The bengal looked at the ball and picked it up. He trotted to the scared father and son and placed the ball back in the hand of the little boy.
"Thank you kittty! Dad can we keep him!"

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.12.2012

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