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Ms. Kelleny sobbed wretchedly as she realized her mistake.
Sheriff Doogud and Sargeant Madsen paused in their interrogation to let the daycare owner calm down. They both knew she could have had no idea of what was going to happen, but now time was of the essence to fix everything before it was too late.
Doogud was stoic as he listened to the grieving caretaker.
Ms. Kelleny gestured towards the distant outskirts of the city before breaking down again. Doogud had an idea where to start searching, and he turned to his deputy.
Madsen understood what he had to do. Turning, he ran back to the vehicle and went to throw open the door.
The rookie returned the gesture and slipped into the
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The tall, older Robloxian laughed to himself from behind.
The young boy ran to the large black sofa and hopped up.
What showed up on-screen made the color disappear from his face momentarily in dread. Channel 16 was the local news, and he caught the words
Michael said nothing as he looked anxiously at Luke, searching for the buttons on the remote, and pressing slowly. 4.
"Okay."
Wordlessly Michael left through the front door, down the patio steps and strolling around to the right. A fence separated the lawns to the neighboring home. Casually he stretched his legs to see over the top of it. The couple that lived there was supposed to be on vacation, but he couldn't be too sure. Reaching the back, he approached the dock and looked up at the overcast sky starting to move in from the direction of the city, and down at the expanse of dull blue water flowing to the east. In his mind, Michael steeled himself. Today, a twisted dream would be complete.
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Within moments he was crossing linoleum again. Once he reached the carpet, his legs suddenly felt trapped in quicksand. The couch where Luke sat oblivious to his presence seemed to move farther away. With unnaturally slow, agonizing steps he crept closer, his pulse racing out of control. There was a brief sensation within him that made him feel faint, and he stumbled over his own feet. The sofa reared forward to meet him.
Michael gripped the back of the headrest with such force that Luke had to have felt it. In that second, the boy turned his head and
Michael was then suddenly aware of two things: a deafening shriek that coursed through his head and down his body, and the sickening crunch that came with the piercing, the warping, and splitting of plastic. For a surreal and almost photographic instant, time stood still for Michael to take in everything in grotesque detail.
Michael was completely enveloped in the moment. He vaulted the couch in a surge of adrenaline, bounding over the table with all of the intensity of a crazed killer. Luke was wailing in pain as his foster father engaged him, clutching hopelessly at the gape in his side. Michael knelt heavily over the boy, wildly swinging the knife as an undersized arm tried desperately to knock away the weapon. Each frantic thrust was met with another anguished cry, another hole in
After several additional attacks, one stab plunged especially deep into
In his rage, finding himself weaponless, Michael beat away at the face of the boy, belaboring it with his limp hands, numbed from the effort, before switching to his damp forearms. He gasped in exertion with each blow, mindlessly fighting a dead body.
For a time he continued to throw punch after punch until his senses took control again. Choking sobs escaped
He should have finished the murder faster. The screams went on for far too long. He figured there
Almost to prove the failure of his plan, a crash was heard towards the front of the house.
Michael staggered to his feet, realizing that all over his shirt and dripping down his legs and arms was the shimmering, coppery-smelling evidence that would ensure his conviction. He hobbled around the corner to the hallway, where he faced a uniformed Robloxian silhouetted in the doorframe.
Too weak to form any words, Michael tried to step forward, but this time the quicksand
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Sargeant Madsen
He beheld the sight of the living room, a crimson film over the couch, table, and carpet. Giving into the sensations of his feet sinking into the floor below him, the deputy fell on all fours, and with mortifying realization, knew he had arrived too late.
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