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Silent Skin Slit by Silent Death Sorrow
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Silent Skin Slit Pt. 1
Date: 7 November 2003, 2:04 AM
"Alright, lights out. Get to sleep." The prison guard on Calculesius VIII walked down a dark hall. He whistled, swinging the key ring on his fingers. He got to the end of the poorly lit hall, but turned because he heard screams, or cheers. He walked faster than he had when going the other way down this hall. When he got to the huge prison room with at least 12,000 of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy. "Hey, you fat pieces of waste, shut the hell up. Don't make me send all of you shitheads to the infirmary." Everyone quieted down, but he suddenly felt helpless. His feeling was absolutely correct. One prisoner refused to be quiet. "Hey you, what's your name? Alright don't answer me."
Suddenly one of the prisoners screamed, "Go 666!" The guard then felt an arm wrap around his throat, and another wrap around his face. He felt the arm on his throat tighten, then he was thrown onto the ground. The prisoner jumped on him, as the guard screamed to stop. The prisoner then took both of his hands, grabbed the guards face, and dug his two thumbs into the guard's eyes. All the other prisoners screamed in joy. The criminal lifted his hands, along with the guard's head. He could still hear him breathing, because he didn't push hard enough to cause a fatality. He then slammed the back of the guard's head into the ground repeatedly until there was a hole in his skull.
The prisoner pulled out his thumbs, and got off of him. "Hey Charles, throw me your homemade knife." Charles dug around in his cell, and finally found it. He tossed it at John, who caught it. "Alright, now whoever gets sick over blood, turn your head." He took the blade, and dug it into the skin of the guard's neck, making a full circle around his head. He carved the guard's head nearly off, and then yanked it off. He then walked outside, and climbed the flagpole. He stuck the guard's head onto it like it was a pike. He climbed down, and stared at his wonderful piece of work. He then calmly walked out to the Vehicles Garage. He jacked a Warthog w/ LAAG.
He drove up to two guards that were digging graves for the recently deceased from the prison. He tried to be silent, and jumped off the Warthog. He grabbed an extra shovel, and snuck up on the two men. One of them turned and saw him. The guard pulled a Desert Eagle .257, "Freeze! Drop the shovel, now!" The other guard turned. John didn't listen, and then ran at them. The guard pulled the trigger three times, and John fell.
Slipknots Skin Ticket starts playing.
John then sat up, and the man couldn't believe it. The man pulled the trigger four more times, and the gun went dry. 666 stood up, and picked up his shovel. The other guard ran away screaming. 666 walked over to the other guard, who stood there in shock. He lifted the shovel, and drove the sharp edge through the man. He fell to his knees, and sighed in pain. 666 pulled the shovel out, and kicked the man down. He hopped back into the Warthog and drove off.
"Sir, we've got a break in Cell 666. We need emergency lockdown, now!" The average-ranked technician spoke with fear and panic in his voice to Captain Shuman. "Well sir, what do I do?" The Captain just stared in pure fear.
"I wasn't trained in this area, how the hell should I know." Everyone suddenly realized that they would die. Then, a camera noticed a Warthog gaining speed, but losing distance to them. An alarm blared as it noticed the weapon on the seat of the Warthog, a Desert Eagle .257. The Warthog was only about 340 meters away, moving at about 75 miles per hour. It would take only about 3 minutes for the Warthog to get here.
"Sir, I'm engaging the lockdown mode of this area. That should buy us some time. Frank call for backup, tell them we need them here in about 5 minutes." The tech listened, and phoned in on the military. He said that they said it would take them 30 minutes. "Dammit, that's way to long." The man's expression changed as he thought of a way to check to see if they were safe. He typed in a few commands, pressed ENTER, and smiled. The camera's view popped up on a huge 73-inch screen. What it showed was a bloody prisoner in a bar-coded uniform. His expression dropped as it also showed the countdown to the time of arrival, T-minus 54 seconds!
The prisoner smiled, and pushed harder on the accelerator. The car was now speeding at over 120 miles per hour. He clenched the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. He looked down at his chest, his uniform ravaged with bullet holes. He wondered why the bullets hurt so much, even with the vest they hurt like hell. He then skidded as he tried to stop, and screeched to a halt right at his target. He jumped out, and grabbed the .257, searching for the extra clip he pulled off that thickheaded guard. He found it, slammed it into the gun, and walked toward the door. He was sure to die, but he decided to kill as many people as he could before they caught him again. He was tortured in jail for a crime he didn't even commit. He must make people pay for what they did to him; he must make them feel his pain. He suddenly had a change in mind, he thought to himself, he never was this angry or ever wanted to kill someone. He knew there was something wrong with him, it must've been prison. He shrugged it off, and walked to his doom, or so he thought.
"Oh no, he's only 10 seconds away. What was he in prison for anyway?" Everyone turned and stared, as if they were saying, 'keep up with the times, dipshit.'
"He's in jail for killing Masterchief, a.k.a John 117. He brutally attacked him from behind with an Assault Rifle, literally spilling and painting the wall, and floor with 117's guts. Everyone was in shock, because we had it on tape, yet he still denied it. I mean, no one even knew what 117 looked like. That's fucking cruel, so we locked him up for 12 consecutive life sentences. He should've never escaped. What he did to our guard, Larry was so goddamn disgusting. We have a tape if you'd like to see."
"I guess I better. I should see why he was in there." The first tech popped the tape into a disk holder, pushed a button and it went inside of a machine. He pressed another button, and it displayed the horrific sight on the 73-inch screen. The second tech cringed as the prisoner dug his thumbs into the guard's eyes, and then proceeded to beat the guard's head in. He gagged, and vomited in the trashcan. "Holy shit, he's coming here. We've got to kill him." Then, there was a knock on the door. "Why would he…" bam! The door flew open, and the prisoner was there. He lifted the gun, and fired. One tech grabbed his throat after that bullet tore through the flesh in it. He bled to death the next second, and fell. He fired three more time, and killed 2 more techs. He shot 4 last times, and killed all but one of the techs. He stepped over the dead bodies of VT Techs, and over to a bat. He picked it up, and walked over to the last technician. The tech lowered his head, as to say 'I'm sorry' but was replied to by getting nailed in the head with the bat. He fell, and was hit several more time in the head. Soon, his brains were everywhere.
666 walked to the door, only to hear the sounds of thousands of men in 8 Warthogs pull up, fully equipped with weapons and armor. 666 stopped dead, and smiled.
To Be Continued…
Silent Skin Slit Pt. 2
Date: 10 November 2003, 10:44 PM
666 gripped the bloody bat, sweat pouring down his face. He spit on the tech he just bludgeoned, and stepped over him. He then walked over to the door, dropping the bat in the process. He stepped in front of the door, gripped the handle, and threw it open exposing over 200 men armed with Assault Rifles, and Human Pistols. He also noticed 8 Warthogs, and 2 Scorpions. He backed up into the building, and slammed the door shut, staring in awe at the odds of him surviving. He searched the room for a weapon, and remembered the bat. He walked over to it, and grabbed it; it was his only chance. He walked back to the door, and remembered his vest. He opened the door, and stood there. "What if I get shot in the face," he said to himself. He just shrugged, and thought he himself led a good life. He ran at the men, and closed his eyes. "This is going to hurt like shit!" The men all raised their weapons, and fired shell after shell at 666. Bullets flew, and punctured the vest, but didn't pierce the vest. He flew back a foot or two as hundreds of bullets slammed against his torso. He lay there as 50 of the men walked up to him, checking him for a pulse. They loaded him into an ambulance, after finding that he did have a pulse, and discovered the vest. They drove away into the dark, and cold night.
666 sat up, and noticed multiple IV in his arms. He ripped them out, wincing. He then stood up, and walked out of the room. A doctor walked by, and he grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back into the room. He grabbed a syringe full of morphine, and plunged it into the man's heart, almost killing him instantly. He ripped off his uniform, and put it on. He grabbed a scalpel as a weapon, and walked out of the room, closing the door, and concealing the crime. He walked fast to hurry and get out of the place. A doctor walked by, and noticed 666's face. As he was about to scream, 666 grabbed his balls, and squeezed them. He then snapped his neck and hid him. He finally came up to the front desk, but as he was walking out one of the secretaries told him that he couldn't leave yet. He didn't listen, and sprinted out into the road. He spotted the nearest car, and stepped in front of it. The car screeched to a halt, and the man stepped out screaming. "Oh, you're going to get what you deserve!" The man looked puzzled. 666 then jumped upon him, attacking him with the scalpel, and cutting him ear to ear. He hopped into the vehicle, a Ford Pinto, and drove off.
666 heard police sirens, and hoped to God it wasn't for him. A police cruiser suddenly pulled in front of him, and stopped. The officer stepped out of the car, and so did 666. He walked over to the cop, and asked what the matter was. The cop answered by pulling his weapon out. 666 responded by plunging the scalpel into the officer's stomach. The officer fired once, hitting 666's shoulder, "Awwww, shit that hurt!" He pulled the scalpel out of the officer, and pierced him 6 more times, leaving the cop a bloody mess. He ran to the cruiser, and could her more sirens losing distance to him. He flipped the door open, and jumped in, starting the ignition. He squashed the pedal with his foot, and blazed away leaving black rubber marks all over the streets, and sidewalks.
As he drove, he turned the radio on. The song, "Sympathy for the Devil," by the Rolling Stones was exploding from the speakers. He smiled, and pressed harder on the pedal. He neared a meatpacking plant, and decided to stop there. He drove up to a dirty, mangled trailer. He opened the door without knocking, and came to find no one was there. He searched the place for any weapons, and found a double-barreled shotgun with 7 shells, not counting the two that were in the gun already. He stole it, and a 6-pack of beer. As he walked out to his car, he heard the sirens right next to the trailer, and turned around. There was nothing there, but he heard a sudden burst of laughter. He turned back around, and the shotgun he stole was pointed right at his nose, and almost touching it. He tried to back up, but felt someone behind him. The man in front of him was a total hillbilly redneck, and 666 accidentally started to laugh. The man pressed harder on the trigger, and 666 stopped.
"What were you doin' in our house, rump ranger?" 666 didn't answer, but he didn't like being called rump ranger. He smiled, and kicked the man in his balls, grabbing the gun also. He stuck the barrels into the man's chest, and fired once, nearly blowing him in two. He turned around, put the shotgun to the man's chin, and fired once more blowing the man's head clean off. Blood was covering the grass like dew, and covering 666 like dirt. He reloaded the weapon, and walked back to his car. He then felt like he was being watched again, and turned back around. A M6D Pistol was now pointed at him from a distance, by a cop.
"Freeze, you scumbag or I won't hesitate to shoot your balls off and let you bleed to death. Do you realize that those two men you just killed were under cover officers? You're going to get life for that, you son-of-a-bitch! Now drop your weapon." 666 dropped the shotgun, and held his hands up. He wondered why there would only be one back up, and then the bushes moved, and 3 more stepped out into view armed with Assault Rifles. He just had to open his mouth. He started to kneel down, and accidentally landed on the shotgun, making it misfire, and shoot the first officer in the head. The cop fell fast, and 666 realized this was his chance; he lifted his shotgun, and aimed as fast as he could and as accurately as he could. He moved over his target, and fired. Two of the three officers flew for 2 seconds. He ran behind his car, and grabbed the shells from his pocket. He loaded two more shells into the barrel, and stood up. He felt a bullet graze his left ear, and went back down. He screamed, and built up his anger. He stood up again, and was hit in the abdomen, but not by the fourth officer. He sat down again behind the car, and looked for a fifth man the best he could. He noticed the man holding a Sniper Rifle, and stared in awe as the gun was aimed at him. He then felt a sharp pain in his head, and passed out.
The cop finally stopped hitting 666 with a rock. He noticed that he passed out, and threw it down. He dragged 666 into a cruiser, and drove him to the meatpacking plant that 666 planned to go to later. He dragged him in, and told the sniper to go right, but as he started walking the man pulled out his Pistol and fired three times into the man's head. The sniper fell, and blood gushed out of the head wound. He dragged 666 into a meat locker, and pointed his gun at him. He laughed, but then felt a bullet go clean through his head. The sniper was still alive, hardly, but still alive and killed the man. He then died, and the gun fell and fired again, shooting 666's bondage cuffs off of his legs. He then got up, and ran out of the meat locker. He got into the cruiser, and luckily the keys were in the ignition. He started the car, and drove off smiling.
To Be Continued…
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