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Post by Gregg Allen Steine on Sept 2, 2010 15:21:36 GMT -5
The Night was young, and the city was filled with blackness there was major power outages all over do to some wicked winter weather. George decided to take a nap and let Gregg come out to play for a while. He didn’t expect Gregg would call anyone for help he should know better, because George would only make those he loves lives hell and they would pay, but Gregg didn’t listen. As soon as he was to the surface of his own body, he tried to take control of his life. He had called Simi a few times, but always hung up when he called. He didn’t want to burden her with his issues, but she was the only one he knew that could help him. She once told him of things that go bump in the night and he thought she was crazy, but everything she told him wasn’t crazy talk or a lie it was the truth and he knew that now.
The days he is trapped inside seem endless. He has no idea how long it has been since he had control over himself. It wasn’t often that he was in the drives seat the demon George was always in control. He had called the familiar number of Simone Blair. She didn’t answer. Why would she answer when she seen his number? He hurt her by calling her a freak and she probably hates his guts not to mention what George had done to her and had his friends do to her. He is disgusted that they would do so. They knew how much he once loved her, but they fell in with his new attitude didn’t they? He left a voice message. “I know you don’t want to talk to me Sim, but I need your help… I am sorry for all that, I had done. I am turning myself in.” It was brief, but it left you with questions as to why he would turn himself in and needed help, would she go find him? Did she still know how he thought?
Gregg drove himself to the nearest police station and turned himself in confessing to some of the murders that had taken place and gave them vivid descriptions of the deeds and he told them that he isn’t right in the head. That something is wrong. They were going to book him and call in for a psych evaluation and well. George woke up and didn’t like that at all, and he brutally killed everyone in the police station. Shots had been fired, but he is a demon. Therefore, Demon’s will heal, but Gregg on the other hand well those are going to sting like a b***h. "Very stupid greggy boy now look what you did. All this is on you. Trying to get help did you think I would allow that?” George said with a menacing laugh afterwards. “Fat change there bud, you are stuck with me. They can’t help you no one can!” the demon spoke in a sing song voice. He wasn’t going anywhere at all.
The demon trashed all the surveillance that was in the place so Greggy here wouldn’t be on the news when someone actually finds the poor saps in the police station. He slashed out all the tires on the cop cars, and left the scene of the crime being careful not to leave any evidence behind except a note on one of the cars that says [‘ catch me if you can. - G ' G could mean it is anyone at all. He took the arrest logs and who had been booked and busted up the computers to the point of no repairs. If Simi came and had her hunting buddies or hackers try to see if he had been there.
He would be long gone before they could locate him. The place was left in shambles and surely would make the news. Blood was everywhere including severed limbs. It was a mess a mess only a twisted individual could do if he were human. It surely would make her think of what kind of person she almost married. So could even think maybe he called her for help so that she could be the latest victim of his killing spree. He is not done stalking Simone Blair. She would be hearing from him soon. The games have begun…..
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Let me know if this is okay Simi
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