Gerard The Ripper
Never Play With Matches.
You ran back to your bunk and cried your eyes out.
What hadbecome of your loving older borther?
He had killed his own dog.
You heard Frank run into the room.
"Mikey..." He said in a shaky voice.
"Wha?" You responded.
"Have you seen the box of matches anywhere?"
".....No."
"Uh, they're missing dude..."
"Oh god..."
"I know. who KNOWS where they are these days?"
He walked away. You could hear frank talking to Ray and Bob in the distance.
For a few moments it was quiet. then, you heard something. It was comming from outside.
"WHOOOO NELLY!"
The voice said.
"THIS HERE IS ONE HOT DOGGG!"
You felt a chill run down your spine.
Instantly, you ran outside.
Your Jaw dropped.
All you saw were flames, and Gerard doing some strange dance among them.
"Gerard?" You called over, horrified but hiding it.
"Yes my son?" He answered.
"Uhm, son?"
"Yes, My Darling son, Thomas."
You looked at gerard like he was insane.
Oh... wait. He kind of WAS...
You just stood thre, staring at your brother dancing in the burining remains of his once beloved dog.
You shook your head and felt a tear roll down your cheek.
You zoned out a bit, but the zoning was shattered with a loud scream.
You gasped and turned around, just to spot Gerard jumping around screaming.
His legs were on fire.
Frank, Bo, and Ray ran out the door. Frank tackled Gerard and took him to the ground. The screaming got louder as ray douced the boys with a fire extinguisher, and Bob dumped a bucket of water on the two. Ray then put out the remaining flames.
You just observed., horrified.
Gerard was on the ground, passed out. His legs were badly burned and were bleeding.
Bob scooped his bloodied body up, and placed him in his bunk.
"My god..." Frnak said. He was coated in the juices form the fire extinguisher mixed with water.
"Call the hospital!" Bob shouted.
Ray picked up the phone.
No Dail Tone.
He tried your phone.
No dial tone.
He tried Gerard's phone.
No Dial tone.
He tried all of the phones. No dial tone.
You saw him try to start the bus.
The gas was somehow gone.
You ran outisde.
The gas tank was slashed open, and written on it in blood, were the words, GERARD THE RIPPER.
What hadbecome of your loving older borther?
He had killed his own dog.
You heard Frank run into the room.
"Mikey..." He said in a shaky voice.
"Wha?" You responded.
"Have you seen the box of matches anywhere?"
".....No."
"Uh, they're missing dude..."
"Oh god..."
"I know. who KNOWS where they are these days?"
He walked away. You could hear frank talking to Ray and Bob in the distance.
For a few moments it was quiet. then, you heard something. It was comming from outside.
"WHOOOO NELLY!"
The voice said.
"THIS HERE IS ONE HOT DOGGG!"
You felt a chill run down your spine.
Instantly, you ran outside.
Your Jaw dropped.
All you saw were flames, and Gerard doing some strange dance among them.
"Gerard?" You called over, horrified but hiding it.
"Yes my son?" He answered.
"Uhm, son?"
"Yes, My Darling son, Thomas."
You looked at gerard like he was insane.
Oh... wait. He kind of WAS...
You just stood thre, staring at your brother dancing in the burining remains of his once beloved dog.
You shook your head and felt a tear roll down your cheek.
You zoned out a bit, but the zoning was shattered with a loud scream.
You gasped and turned around, just to spot Gerard jumping around screaming.
His legs were on fire.
Frank, Bo, and Ray ran out the door. Frank tackled Gerard and took him to the ground. The screaming got louder as ray douced the boys with a fire extinguisher, and Bob dumped a bucket of water on the two. Ray then put out the remaining flames.
You just observed., horrified.
Gerard was on the ground, passed out. His legs were badly burned and were bleeding.
Bob scooped his bloodied body up, and placed him in his bunk.
"My god..." Frnak said. He was coated in the juices form the fire extinguisher mixed with water.
"Call the hospital!" Bob shouted.
Ray picked up the phone.
No Dail Tone.
He tried your phone.
No dial tone.
He tried Gerard's phone.
No Dial tone.
He tried all of the phones. No dial tone.
You saw him try to start the bus.
The gas was somehow gone.
You ran outisde.
The gas tank was slashed open, and written on it in blood, were the words, GERARD THE RIPPER.