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Post by hollows on Nov 24, 2007 5:52:14 GMT -5
Saturday, November 24, 2007
5:00 AM Corey sat in his hotel room alone. Amber had went out for the day, for something normal people would call a job. The room was nothing fancy, being he was short on money as it was, being the reason Amber was working. Getting put in the hospital twice in such a short time span, it took a toll on his wallet. But none the less, he sat there wondering when would be a good time to ask THE question. It was something he never had the chance to experiance. He held the ring in his right hand, wondering if she would say yes. What would he do if she said no?
He decided that maybe a shower would help to calm the stress he carried with him. Making his way to the bathroom, he slowly got the process ready. Turning the water on to his liking, getting undressed, and climbing in. Hopefully it would help....hopefully.
About 30 some odd minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom with a bathrobe on. As he's walking over to the bed, he notices something abnormal out of the corner of his eye. He stops in his tracks immediately, and looks down at the object. Not being able to tell what it is from the distance, he walks over and picks it up. The look of fear quickly crosses his face. Not only had he recognized what it was, but he could instantly feel the pain once again. Flashbacks seem to common these days for him, taking him back to the day the rightfully named 'Evil Genius" had kidnapped not only him, but Amber and Kasey as well.
His first thought was that someone was playing a practical joke on him, but when he noticed two more of the needles laying on the floor, he begas to become worried. Surely Amber hadnt done this. After finding a third one, he knew that Amber hadnt done it. It was found just inside the exit door, on the floor. He picked it up as well, and opened the door, still in his bathrobe. He notices several more lined against the wall, and he immediately turns back into the room, walking over to the bed where his clothes lay. he slips them on, along with his shoes, and leaves the hotel room.
He slowly walks down the hallway, picking up every single one of the needles, sticking them in his back pocket. He continued on down the hall, wondering where they were gonna lead him. How could no one in this building notice they were there? Surely someone would have spotted them, and called for clean up. Maybe not though. Not too many people stayed in this building. It was old and run down, but he didnt care.
The needles led him downstairs, and through the back door of the building. With as many needles he now had, he knew for sure that it wasnt some practical joke. It had really made him wonder if EG had followed him to Chicago. The man wasnt dead, that was confirmed the night Greg kicked him out of the window. But none the less, this little game of follow the clues was a big hint that he was indeed here.
He continued down an alleyway behind the hotel, between the two abandoned buidings behind it. Being 5:00 in the morning, there wasnt to much he could see, and the pale moonlight wasnt much help. Finally, he came to the end of the alley, where a brick wall stopped him from going any further. He looked around, to make sure there wasnt a trap or anything nearby, and after confirming, he put his hand on the brick wall, leaning to rest a moment and catch his breath. Mere seconds of leaning on the wall though, he felt something on his hand, something wet. Knowing his situation, he became cautious once again, checking the area over before making another move. He then took a lighter from his pocket, and lit it for light. Moving closer to the wall, he noticed there was a message written in red paint, or so he thought it was:The Truth Shall Set You FreeThe message made no since to him. He brought the same hand he leaned against the wall with up to his face....thinking about what it could possibly mean. That was when he noticed that it wasnt red paint that the message was written in, but in fact blood. He instantly turned around and ran back to the hotel, the message becoming more and more apparent as the work of the "Evil Genius" |
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Post by hollows on Nov 24, 2007 17:47:38 GMT -5
6:31 PM Corey sat back in the hotel room for the better part of the day, trying to figure out exactly what the message he found on the wall this morining meant. The Truth Shall Set You Free. What did it mean? No matter what he did, somehow he seemed to find more questions then he did answers. Why was it this man knew him so well? And why was it Corey that he wanted?
He sat there thinking, waiting for Amber to come home from her job. He had to let her know about this, for she was involved in this mans games. He didnt want anything to happen to her, and especially didnt want anything to happen to Kasey. He hadnt really got the chance to be a real father to her yet, because of all the pain and torture he'd been put through the past 2 months or so.
Anyway, Corey got up and went to check on her. She was asleep in her crib, and he was glad, because in his state of mind at the moment, he really couldnt handle caring for her. He then searched around the room, making sure there wasnt anything out of the ordinary in the room. Everything was clear. He went back to the living room, when Amber walked through the door. By the look on her face, he could tell something was wrong, but he didnt want to ask her about that. He had to tell her right away about the message outside.....
Amber, thank god your home. Theres something I have to show you..... |
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Post by jordan on Nov 24, 2007 17:58:52 GMT -5
She walked further into the room, holding a package. The very reason for the look on her face. What was inside, she didnt understand, but maybe he would.
Before you do that, I want you to see something. I dont get why it was sent to me today, but whats inside this package makes no since to me at all. Im not sure what it has to do with us at all actually. Here take a look. Theres a message on the back of both photos......
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But it makes no since. Im not sure what the message means....but I think I know who sent it....
She hands the package to Corey, and lays her coat on the back of the closest chair. She then walks back over to where Corey is, and takes a seat next to him. Hopefully he knew what it all meant..... |
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Post by games on Nov 24, 2007 22:20:22 GMT -5
Somewhere in Chicago, Illinois....
Sitting within the confines of a dimly lit room, there he sat. Several work benches were set across the room. Each with different things arranged across it. On one table rested what appeared to be shredded paper or paper that had been cut up into bits. A pair of scissors sat next to the pile of shredded paper and beside that appeared to be a book of some sort. On another table were several large needles. The same type of needles he used to torture a certain psychotic person. A sanding machine was attached to the table in which he used to sharpen those needles. There were other objects laid across the table but none were visible in the shadows. And on the last table, were a different assortment of bottles of various shapes and sizes. Rags spread out across the table between the bottles. His hooded coat resting across the same table.
It seemed that the games were not over....
Not over by a long shot.....
"HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
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Post by hollows on Nov 25, 2007 0:08:02 GMT -5
Taking the envelope, he opens it immediately. Taking out the contents of the envelope, he turns them face up so he could see what it was that had Amber asking all those questions...
The expression on his faced turned to that of pure confusion. None of this made since to him at all. But this, this new clue, it really made no since to him:
It was two seperate pictures, one of a man and boy, and the other of a women and two girls. But something seemed wrong. Both the adults faces had been cut out. Why? He then noticed the message in the bottom corner of the picture. The same message he found this morning.
What is this man wants from me. Hes already destroyed two months of my life...What else does he want?
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He stands and begins making his way the counter on the other side of the room, picking one of the needles he found earlier this morning. he then turns back to Amber, so she could see what he was holding....
Im beginning to think its not over Amber. I found this, and all these other ones today. But thats not all. What they led to is whats had me worried all day. Grab Kasey, we cant leave her alone here. Not with whats been going on today....I have something else to show you....
After grabbing Kasey, Amber follows him out of the room, down the stairs, and out the back door. He made his way back to the alley, walking up to the wall he found this morning. He points at the wall, and turns toward Amber.
This...this is what the needles led to. The same message on the photo. What could it mean? I have no idea who them people are in those pictures. What does it have to do with me?
If this guy really has it out for me...then I guess Im gonna have to meet him face to face. Make the man himself tell me what it is he wants with me. There's gotta be some kind of explanation about all of this.....
What else was there to do? The man obviously had something against him. But what? And why him? What had he done to piss this guy off?
He sticks the photo in his back pocket, to save for any future endevors. It was far from over, and he was beginning to believe that statement too. Amber walks up to him, grabbing his hand, while he continued to stare at the message on the wall...... |
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Post by games on Nov 25, 2007 20:16:24 GMT -5
Days after the message...
It was night time. Dark outside. He had been watching their place all day. Waiting for the moment that they would leave the home. The whole family. Once they went out for whatever reason. It was time for him to make his next move. That same van he had used before slowly pulled to the apartment that they were staying at. He stepped out of the van and slowly made his way to the back of the van. Opening the back doors of the van, he reached in with both hands and pulled out a fairly large object. It was wrapped in green and red wrapping paper. And it had a nice little green bow to top it off. It seemed to be a very heavy object. But he used his great strength to haul it out of the van. After setting it on the ground, he closed the van doors and grabbed it again. He then went ahead to took that object into the apartment.
"Hehehehe...."
He made his way through the building unnoticed and unquestioned. He found the Psychotic One's apartment and simply slipped his way inside using his own copy of the key for the door he had made after stealing an original. It was then he would plant the present where it needed to be. Placing the present down upright on the bed, he proceeded to go and put his plan into action. It was then he would proceed to trash the place. Throwing garbage everywhere. Breaking things. Writing messages across the walls repeated in blood... his own blood... Destroying their possessions. Leaving the place a complete mess. After filling that he had fulfilled his duties and satisfied with how things looked, he slipped out of the apartment and out of the building just as quick as he came in. Getting in his van and taking off back to his base of operations....
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Post by hollows on Nov 26, 2007 19:46:19 GMT -5
After the incident with the photo's and messages, Corey and Amber decided to get out for awhile.....get away from all the crazy stuff that had been happening to them.
Late that same night, they decided to return to the apartment, hoping everything had calmed down for the time being. They get to the top of the stairs when Corey notices that somethings not right. The dorr to their apartment was partly opened. he was sure he locked it when they had left. he points back to Amber, telling her to stay where shes at, without actually saying it. he begins to cautiously approach the door, slowly pushing it open to see if there was anybody left in the room.
He notices the mess immediately, and walks in the room. He begins rummaging through the stuff, picking up a picture of Amber and baby Kasey from a year ago. Before he knew about the child. They looked happy, and now because of whatever it was he had done to the man that had tortured him...they couldnt be happy anymore. He felt as if it was his fault they had been brought into this mess in the first place. He had to make things right.
He drops the photo back to its spot with the rest of the mess and begins to search the rest of the apartment. Everything was out of place. Whoever done this knew what they were doing...and hadn't stopped until they hit everything. He makes his way to the bedroom, and to his astonishment, there lay what looked like some sort of gift right in the middle of the bed. Green and red wrapping paper with a giant green bow. The package seemed to be fairly large, and whoever delivered it must of had some sort of trouble getting it here by theirself. He walks over and begins to unwrap the object....ignoring the letter taped to the front of the paper. As he got it completely uncovered, he couldnt believe his eyes. Someone had left a tombstone on his bed. What could it mean? And most of all, what did it have to do with him.....?
On the front of the tombstone, was a smaller package. More like that of one of them brown envelopes. He quickly grabs it...and opens to retrieve the contents within. He begins to quickly read over what looked like files, coming across a name that whatsoever had no meaning to him. He begins to read the information aloud....:
David --------
Admitted November 23, 1990
Reason: Pleaded Insanity to the murder of wife
Yada yada. What the hell does this all have to do with me? Why do I care that whoever this guy is was in an insane asylum for killing his wife? This all really makes no since.......
About this time was when Amber walked in the room. A confused look on her face, she has no idea what to say. As did Corey. Whatever this man wanted..he sure seemed to want Corey to know alot about his history. But what did the message and the photo have to do with the files and tombstone. Both the last name on the file and the last name on the tombstone were scatched out. Whoever brought it here, it seemed like he didnt want anyone to know the last name........
He looked back at Amber, and shook his head in a confused way, as he didnt know what was going on. He then began to pick things up off the floor and set them back in their original spots. Was any of this ever going to end??? |
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Post by hollows on Nov 27, 2007 15:18:09 GMT -5
The next morning, Corey sat in a chair in the living room, which was still a mess. During the night, he couldnt help but think about those papers. Who was David? Was that the real name of the man he knew as the Evil Genius? He continued to read the paper over and over again. He still had no idea what it meant, let alone what it had to do with him. He began to sigh for a moment, when he noticed that the place the papers come from was right here in Chicago. He had to get this all figured out before GCW opened. So after noticing where the files came from, he decided that that was the only way he was going to get any answers...
..And that was to go to the facility and find out who this man truly was. And possibly why it had to do with him, Amber and the baby. He went to the bedroom where the tombstone still lay on the floor...along with the majority of their belongings. He makes his way through the mess, and begins to wake Amber up....
After getting the presence of life was still there, he proceeds to talk....
Hey sweetie..Im gonna go and get a few answers to this file I found yesterday. Dont worry though, I'll be back before you know it.
He kisses her on the cheek, and turns to leave the room. He had a long day ahead of him..a long day indeed. It wasnt going to be easy to find this place....Upon reaching the exit door, he turned and looked back, as if he wasnt going to return. He knew he would...but with a psychotic man on the loose looking for him....theres always that slight chance he wont come back. he then drops the thought and walks out of the door....heading out to seach for Chicago's own Insane Asylum......
To Be Continued..... |
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