The Game
Gathering the Players
Mikey stopped at his house and dressed all in black before driving the short distance to Luke's house; the street camera had been broken years before, and Mikey had removed the license plate from his jeep so he was safe.
He double checked the syringe in its container and climbed the side of the house, slipping into the open window of Luke's bedroom.
Looking around Mikey saw sports trophies all over the gray walls, pictures of Luke and assorted whores littered around on the floor along with used condoms and dirty clothes.
Mikey wrinkled his nose and crept to the bed, readying the syringe.
He slowly pricked Luke with it and pushed the plunger, injecting the sedative into the boys veins.
He waited 5 minuets for it to set in before flopping Luke over his shoulder and heading down the stairs silently.
Mikey relocked the door behind him as he carried the unconscious boy out of the house and into his car.
He flopped the other boy into the trunk and drove to Carter's house just down the street. The drive was long and silent; you'd never expect there to be an unconscious boy in the trunk.
Mikey laughed bitterly as this occurred to him.
When he pulled up to the house he looked around at the pitch black that surrounded him; making sure all the lights in all the houses were off and no one was out side for any reason.
Mikey pulled up to the curb and got out, syringe in hand as he walked up to the front door. Carter's parent's car wasn't there.
Mikey banged on the door loudly until it opened, a sleepy looking Carter stood before him shirtless in boxers.
Carter rubbed his eyes. “What the fuck Way! Go home.” He growled.
“Oh no, your coming with me.” The demented sound of Mikey's voice make Carter's eyes snap open in alarm.
Mikey slammed the needle in to the boys arm and pushed the plunger, covering Carters mouth until his eyes slipped closed.
Mikey caught Carter before he fell and flipped him over his shoulder, talking him back to the Jeep and throwing him onto Luke.
Content with his job, the killer got into his car and drove. He drove until the crematorium came into view, only then did he stop and grab his victims.
Soon he had them strapped onto their tables, he contemplated on what punishment was fitting for disrespecting Monica.
“A ha!” He smiled. What better punishment than for the person they disrespected, to deal the cards.
He double checked the syringe in its container and climbed the side of the house, slipping into the open window of Luke's bedroom.
Looking around Mikey saw sports trophies all over the gray walls, pictures of Luke and assorted whores littered around on the floor along with used condoms and dirty clothes.
Mikey wrinkled his nose and crept to the bed, readying the syringe.
He slowly pricked Luke with it and pushed the plunger, injecting the sedative into the boys veins.
He waited 5 minuets for it to set in before flopping Luke over his shoulder and heading down the stairs silently.
Mikey relocked the door behind him as he carried the unconscious boy out of the house and into his car.
He flopped the other boy into the trunk and drove to Carter's house just down the street. The drive was long and silent; you'd never expect there to be an unconscious boy in the trunk.
Mikey laughed bitterly as this occurred to him.
When he pulled up to the house he looked around at the pitch black that surrounded him; making sure all the lights in all the houses were off and no one was out side for any reason.
Mikey pulled up to the curb and got out, syringe in hand as he walked up to the front door. Carter's parent's car wasn't there.
Mikey banged on the door loudly until it opened, a sleepy looking Carter stood before him shirtless in boxers.
Carter rubbed his eyes. “What the fuck Way! Go home.” He growled.
“Oh no, your coming with me.” The demented sound of Mikey's voice make Carter's eyes snap open in alarm.
Mikey slammed the needle in to the boys arm and pushed the plunger, covering Carters mouth until his eyes slipped closed.
Mikey caught Carter before he fell and flipped him over his shoulder, talking him back to the Jeep and throwing him onto Luke.
Content with his job, the killer got into his car and drove. He drove until the crematorium came into view, only then did he stop and grab his victims.
Soon he had them strapped onto their tables, he contemplated on what punishment was fitting for disrespecting Monica.
“A ha!” He smiled. What better punishment than for the person they disrespected, to deal the cards.
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Repost since the crash.Will Monica be able to do it? Does she have the heart?