Feb 16th, 2003, 10:00 PM
Began vomiting continuously. He tried to scream, but he choked on the outpouring of filth and his lungs began to crowd with the stenchly liquid. As the streaming, repugnant fluid splattered forth onto the ground, he felt a deep pain in his chest. he gripped his hands over his heart and clutched madly as his skin, falling forth onto his knees into the pooling, blithering purulence. A burning sensation began to fill his chest, flowing through his veains like coursing fire. Again he trtied to scream, but asphyxiation was still taking over. He clutched his left hand on top of the other, trying to grasp the inflammation, but to no avail. He could tell that it was his heart. His hands gripped suddenly tighter on the bones of his ribcage, trying desperately to claw at the pain. As he felt his heart explode, his vision began to go blank. All he could see was black, and felt a burning inferno spread across his body, like he was melting inside a gigantic roasting pot. He flopped over on the sidewalk, his chest turning a bruised red. He lay there, bleeding in a puddle of his own vomit, a true subjective case for morality: Don't steal.
As bob was calling an ambulance, the disconnect button was suddenly pressed from behind him. He whirled around, only to meet with the most feared man in the state: Val Caleri, "The Butcher". They called him that for a very good reason. Before bob could call for help, he was busted on the head with a brick, knocked out cold.
As he awoke inside a small warehouse, bob could hear a sharp grinding sound. He wondered in his head, and tried to move his head to look, but his body was numb. He lay flattened down on a table of some sort. All he could see was an old, rusty lamp on the ceiling, and the dingy looking tiles on the ceiling. He heard creaking footsteps, as The Butcher approchaed. he knew his fate. Feeling a sharp pain in his arm, he screamed in terror. He saw the butcher raise up a bloody meat cleaver, with skin partlices and flecks of bone on it. He only screamed louder. The Butcher grunted as he slung the rusty blade down for another bone-cracking slice. "You should have known i was following you" was nearly muffled by yells and screams of intense pain, coursing through Bob's body. "You have talked to me several times. Remember the Internet?". Another chop to the terrified victim's right arm, splattering blood up into Bob's vision. "Helm21 must ring a bell." he sneered as he stared into Bob's face, with his long hair dripping blood into his victim's face. He raised his cleaver once again for another strike...
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