Chapter 2
| The Story | The Authors |
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| Poor Kerk, he was very upset, but he realized that maybe Marisa wasn't for him, but he really did like her and she sure looked nice with no underpants on, but he was alot older than her, so maybe that was her problem. He had watched a movie where an older guy fucks with a much younger girl. . . 'maybe,' Kerk thought, 'that's what I should do.' | |
| "I shouldn't wash that girl's feet," thought Kerk. He knew Maresa wouldn't like it. "Maybe," he thought, "There's someone else out there...." | |
| At that point a German shepherd dog walked by. It seemed to be wearing polkadot underwear, white dots on a red ground. | |
| It was a wierd yet funny sight, one that I've never seen before. | |
| We got terribly suspiscious, and mae no attepmt to make a sound. | |
| But we didn't quite know what we were hiding from, at least I didn't. We only had this strange feeling of horrer. It was like a dream, but I knew it wasn't a dream... it couldn't be a dream! A shiver ran down my spine as we all got even more terrified.... | |
| WAIT A MUINITE STOP EVERYTHING WE HAVE GOT TO GET BACK TO THE STORY HERE!!! So, Kirk was watching a German Shepherd go by and wondering how on earth he would get a job now that he was out of the band (and by the way, what WAS fucking anyway? Had he done it to Maresa? was it against the law?) his mind was so full of questions, so suddenly it went blank. Then, on sudden impulse, he shouted, "JANE YOU RUINED MY STORY!! I HATE YOU!" Then he came out of his trance, and as he suddenly realized what he had just said, more questions poured into his mind. Who was Jane? He didn't have much of a story, did he? Even if he did, he doubted that jane would ruin it, whoever she was. And just why did he hate her? He had heard of spirits slowly taking over people..... maybe that was happening to him. His spirit, obviously, was holding a grudge against someone named Jane. He shivered as he thought.. he was being taken over by that spirit. Who knows what he would do next? Just then th most beuatiful woman he had ever seen in his life came forward. Kerk was stunned - literally. He gasped out, "Who are you?" The woman smiled, and said, I'm Janetinara Lizabethe Brownum. Call me Jane." Kirk's mind suddenly went blank again, and without knowing quite why, he he took his jacknife and plunged it into her heart. He could barely hear her death cry as he tumbled onto the sidewalk, unconcius. When he woke up he was in jail. | |
| He could here her voice. "Kirk, you shall DIE!?!" He was really breathing hard now. He sobbed hemorragically. 'I feel like a piece of Ghiardinelli chocolate and a Starbucks espresso,' he thought. | |
| He could feel the dead girl's icy breath as her demonic voice filled the small, cold cell. "Oh man! I really want some chocolate!" Kirk thought to himself. | |
| He smacked himself. 'Wow, that last writer was pretty weird', he thought, '...okay, back to that normal stuff...I'm talking to myself. I must be crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room full of rubber snakes. Snakes? Snakes make me crazy.' Wow, that was weird. Okay. 'I'm back in the cell now, I'm okay, I'm okay...' Kirk was desperate to get out. And get Ghiardinelli's, of course. But that was beside the point... | |
| As he stared into the opaque darkness of the blackened cell Kirk fell a chill. The kind everyone feels as an unseen doom creeps silently closer and closer and closer reaching out frigid fingers of death to encase unsuspecting victims. |
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