Sargent Buzzkill

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It had been a long time since he had a toke. He was going insane. He wasn’t alone in this frustration half of the country was pissed about the new crack down on drugs. The war on drugs had been won and it wasn’t druggies that had won. They bread a new dog half animal half machine. There was no way to hide the scent of any drug from these beasts. They took out every drug source in America. This brought on a whole new war from all country’s that run the drug industry get pissed and start a massive war. The army has such few recruits they start a program offering all druggies all the drugs they want and all they have to do is sign up. Well Pipe as he will soon be known was never afraid of a fight and the money was decent if you live. His brother signed up the day they announced it. He told himself he was doing it to protect his brother but each step closer to the sign up station made him want his weed all the more, he could practically taste it when he got up to the desk.
“Drugs of choice?” asks the Sargent standing behind the desk.
“umm weed. Don’t really do much els.” pipe replies nervously.
“Previous work expirerencs?” the Sargent asks.
“Worked construction most of my life. Been on a recking crew last few years.” pipe replies
” Your new name is pipe hammer! Go to the buss we will be leaving for base camp shortly!” the Sargent says
Confused by his new name Pipe walks over and joins the rest of the recruits on the bus. He finds an empty seat near the back of the bus. Most of the other passengers are obvious hard core drug addicts. Tweakers and boozers all with the fucked up skin, cold sweats, and the jitters. It’s was kinda hard to believe any one could win a war with these low lifes.
Most stoners just gave up but pipe was never a fan of the world let alone having to deal with it sober. He always felt that life was a war he would never win. So being forced to fight for happiness was nothing new to him. Tearing down a house or tearing apart a person he was willing to do what he had to to live. He knew that no person alive was truly innocent. We all deserve to die for one reason or another.
It wasn’t long before she walked up and asked” Mind if I sit here?”
Pipe looks up at the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his life. Struck dumb by her good looks he is only able to give a small grunt.
” Strong silent type hu? That’s ok I like a guy who doesn’t run off at the mouth.”She says as she slides in next to him.
After a few minutes of silence Pipe manages to ask”So what’s the name they gave you?”
“Blaze. I kinda dig it you know. What did they saddle you with?” She asks as she takes in her surroundings.
“Pipe Hammer but just call me Pipe. So I wounder how long we have to wait before we get our shit.”Pipe says but he doesn’t have to wounder long.
The second after he said that an army sargent walks on to the bus and says” Hello junkies! I am Sargent Buzzkill!All right you low lifes we are about to head out! We will be arriving at our base camp in about an hour. When we get their you will each be given your equipment and as I’m sure many of you are dieing to know yes this is when you get your first supply of your drugs. After you receive your gear you will be sent out. After you’re first supply runs out you will not get any more until you get your first kill. Each kill gets you more drugs. Your weapons are each made to hold and dispense your supply. It is up to you to figure out how! Now I don’t want to hear a fucking word until we arrive at our destination!”

The base camp looked more like a detox clinic then a military base. A small med tent was set up in the middle of the camp. The twenty guards standing around it made it pretty clear that was where they were storing the goods. Pipe was more interested in the metal storage shed that everyone was being lead to and lined up outside.
Sargent Buzzkill was standing in front of the two giant metal doors waiting for everyone to get into formation. During his wait the junkies start to get restless and the murmuring was becoming overwhelming when Buzzkill suddenly fired his gun into the air.
Everyone but a handful of hard asses shut the fuck up instantly.
“Fuck this shit! When the fuck am I gettin my shit!” a hulking monster of a biker demands.
Without saying anything Sargent Buzzkill raises his gun and blows a hole through the bikers skull. A little unlucky tweaker who had happened to have the misfortune of standing behind the dead man caught the full splatter into his face.
“Any other questions? I didn’t think so! Now when I open these doors you will each receive your gear and some of the craziest god damn weapons I have ever seen in my life! Each weapon has been designed to suit its user! This means we will not be waist any time or money training you worthless bums! I suggest each of you get to know your weapons well! It will be your only companion in the field! As well as your only source of the precious drugs! Like I said on the buss it is up to you to figure out how it works! Now enough standing around you maggots!” Sargent Buzzkill shouts and kicks open the doors.

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Short Story: A Killer is Home

The floor board creaks as he sneaks through the dark empty living room. He stops dead and listens for movement from up stairs. After a few minutes he continues to creep through the dead house. The stairs creak worse then the floor boards but the sound goes unnoticed. As he opens the door to the bedroom he is greeted by the sound of snoring.
He stands over the man who is rumbling like a chainsaw in his sleep.He gazes down at the man and his gorges sleeping wife. He watches her bare breasts rise and fall with each breath.
The knife in his right hand is ready to do the business at hand but those titts hold him hypnotized. The snorer coughs and stirs bringing him back to his senses.
(Get your mind back on the job Louis! You can have your fun with the slut after you do what you came here to do.) he thinks as he slides the knife under the mans neck. In one quick movement it was finished.
The man spasms as his life drains out of him. This wakes the topless woman. Louis is on her before she has a chance to realize what’s going on. Her screams are muffled by his hand.
“Shut your god damn mouth or I’ll slice your throat. Now I’m gonna take my hand away from your mouth don’t you even think about screaming.” he whispers in her ear.
She whimpers like a terrified puppy but makes no other sound as the gloved hand slides off her face. Her chin hurts from the pressure he used to muffle her screams. The cold blade at her throat is making her itch but doesn’t dare to scratch. The only real thought rush through her head is what happened to Frank but this question is answered when she feels his warm sticky blood soaking into the mattress and dripping off his edge of the bed.
“What took you so long baby? I was starting to think you chickened out on me.” Alice says leaning into the blade just a little.
“You should know better then to doubt me. Now I’m gonna have to tie you up like we talked but I will leave it up to you. Would you like me to knock you out before or after I rough you up a bit?” Louis asks with a playful smile.
“Before I would prefer but don’t forget no getting carried away and don’t touch the face. Wouldn’t do if I got memory loss and forget about his life insurance.” she answers batting her eyes playfully back.
She barley feels the needle and a the drugs work quickly. Within seconds she is sleeping soundly even as her husbands killer punches her in the ribs and whips her with a belt. None so hard it would leave lasting damage but enough no cop would question that she was a victim of a home robbery.
Louis ties Alice to the bed next to her dead husband. He gives her lips a small kiss before grabbing a few items of value and making it look like a robbery.Then he makes his way back to his motel room. Where he will wait tell the cost is clear and they can get their money. Then they will hit the road. First stop his home town.

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Insane Asylum

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Hank tries to scratch that itch on the tip of his nose but the straight jacket was making it a bit difficult. If only these damn wires weren’t cutting into his face and holding his jaw shut he might have been able to use the wall.
He knew he shouldn’t have complained about the rotten food the kitchen had been serving but he didn’t expect to have his mouth sealed shut but as Dr.Emerson says” Here at Ravens Fall Sanatarium silence is not only golden it’s demanded.” if you couldn’t fallow the rules they found ways to help you.

100 followers story preview gift: Ravens Fall

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As he stumbles down the sidewalk he notices a little boy pulling a red wagon coming his way. As the boy and his wagon draw closer he sees that something is odd about this boy. His clothes and hair are soaked in what appears to be blood.
As they come face to face the little boy stops and smiles at Louis. There’s something about that little smile that sends a shiver through his body. The feeling only gets worse when he looks in the wagon and sees a severed dogs head and a bloodied ax.
“Billy was a very bad dog. He wouldn’t stop barking so my dad gave me this ax and told me to cut off his head.” the little boy says with a big grin.
Louis is so creeped out that he just stares dumbed founded at the creepy kid and his dogs head.
Without another word the kid walks past Louis still grinning.
“What the fuck is wrong with the people in this town?”Louis says as he continues to make his way down to the nearest drug store. All he could think about besides how fucked up this town is, was how much he wanted a smoke and an aspirin.
As Louis limped his way around a corner he spotted a cop car. Even worse the cop behind the wheel spotted him. He tried to do his best to act normal but its hard to seem normal when you’re wrapped up like a half finished mummy. He could feel her watching him as he made his way past her car. He was almost sure he was safe when he heard the engine start.
His heart is beating so fast the world is threatening to go black when the patrol car slowly passes by him and speeds off down the road.

After a long painful walk Louis finely makes it to the the local drug store. A sign above the door reads Harry discount drugs. An old man stands behind the counter working on a crossword puzzle out of the local news paper The Ravens Caw.The old man is concentrating so hard on the paper the he doesn’t take any notice of Louis as he walks into the store setting off the bell.
“six letters…flock of crows…”the old man mutters as Louis walk up to the counter.
“Murder.”Louis says giving the old man the answer and almost a heart attack.
“WHO!?” the old man yells startled.
“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you. I was just telling you the answer.It’s a murder of crows. Any way I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
“Ah… Oh you must be the fella who got into that horrible accident. Mr.Norturn. I should have that ready for you in just a few minutes. Feel free to look around while you wait.By the way names Harry as you most likely guessed.” Harry says with a smile friendly smile.

(to all who fallow or like my stuff I thank you so much! This is a horror story I am working on ATM. This part is three chapters in to the story. I would post the whole thing but I actually want to try to publish this one. Probly just be a self publish but I have been working hard on this one. The picture was made for this part. Any way sorry it’s not the best part. Thank you all again)

What lurks in the caverns

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The smell slowly drifts down the dark cavern making its way to his scaly nostrils. It has been so very long since he was last visited by such a delicious odor. His fang filled mouth starts to drip with drool. He doesn’t know what’s making that wonderful smell by he intends to find it.
He is on his clawed feet and moving quickly but silently. He knows these caverns well. For centuries he has made this dark corner of the earth his home. The darkness is his only friend. His eyes pierce through the bleak nothingness finding the source of the heavenly smell.
“Hey Jim watch out as you climb down. There’s a few loose rocks.I almost fell a few times!” Frank calls up. He and Jim have been exploring caves or spelunking for years now. It is always such a rush seeing a place no els has for hundreds of years if ever.
Frank hears Jim cuss as he slips on a loss rock. He is about to yell I told you when he hears movement behind him.He turns his flash light trying to find what made the noise. At first he doesn’t understand what he is seeing and by the time he tries to run its already on him.
Jim hears what he takes as Frank laughing at him struggling to make his way down. “Shut up!” he calls out but is surprised when Frank does.
After a few more slips Jim finely makes it to the landing where Frank is waiting.
“Man That was a hell of a climb!” Jim calls walking toward Franks light. He isn’t surprised that Frank didn’t wait to explore a little he was always doing crap like that. He is just coming around a curve when he finds Frank only he isn’t alone. Something about the size a dog was chewing on his neck. Frank was still twitching but is as good as dead. Jim screams as he makes out what he is seeing.
It’s blood red eyes fall on Jim and He could almost swear its fanged mouth turns into a smile. As he turns to run it pounces.