Lpf Con 3?!!!

[Greyfoxx]

awww come ON!!! *pulls up a stool and waits with her sis*

[azemkamikaze03]

Okay heres the deal, I can release what I already have...and make a new one or just continue to work on the current one and possibly have a crappy outcome

 

 

You choose

[Pheonix791989]

I wanna see what you already have done but I wouldnt doubt that its better then anything I could have writen.

[azemkamikaze03]

Okay that settles it im writing a new one and u guys get to read the first 5 and only chapters of the rejected lpf con story

 

 

 

 

1st Chapter

Lifting the hard L-shaped piece of metal was a difficult enough challenge for him, but now he had to pull the trigger? Could he really take the chance? Could he really hope to shoot his own self acclaimed best friend in the back while he was not looking? Mark turned around and met Hyper’s eyes.

“What are you doing” Mark quivered as he stared down the hole of Hyper’s gun.

Hyper swallowed. He couldn’t think of any rash reasons on why he was about to inject a 12-guage bullet into Mark’s flesh. He, Hyper, knew damn well that as soon as he pressed against the trigger that Mark’s flesh would slowly rip apart. He knew that Mark’s flesh would fly in all different directions as if it had been released from some kind of hell restraint. So Hyper decided that would be his explanation. He would merely tell Mark that his death is necessary in order for him, Hyper, to enjoy himself.

“Mark. Sit down. Please, just take a sit and that raggedy, rusty, possibly unsafe chair. But don’t do it because your legs are possibly tired from standing for such a long period time. Do it because if you don’t your cranium will be permanently removed from the rest of your skeleton. Do it because if you don’t I’ll make sure your nuts don’t even get buried underneath the ground with the rest of that piece of shit you call a body.”

Mark quickly walked over to the seat and sat down. Right now would be a bad time to make a false move. Mark watched as Hyper aimed the shotgun. “You wanna hear a riddle Mark?” Hyper laughed.

“Hyper what the hell are you doing?” Mark yelled. Hyper smiled and rested the gun on Mark’s lips. “I believe, and correct me if my statement is false, but I believe that I asked you if you wanted to hear a riddle?”

Mark looked around the empty trashed room. The one naked light bulb that hung from the rotting ceiling painted the room a nasty phlegm yellow color. The smell of ass and urine added to the rooms far from homely feel.

“Sure…heheh?”

“Mhmm, see how easily things can be when you just say yes?”

Hyper picked up his medium sized foot and rested it on Mark’s crotch.

“Think of all the words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that you use every day. If you have used your fucking ears and listened carefully, I have already told you what the fuck it is."

Mark looked about frantically. His mind mumbled multiple nonexistent words, but non were of the English language. Tears flooded Mark’s eyes.

“I…I…I don’t know…” He said at last.

Hyper merely grinned. “It’s funny. It’s funny how stupid you really are Mark. What a dumb fuck! Are you so retarded that you can’t even take the time to listen to the riddle?”

Mark watched Hyper’s face turn blood red. This kind of amazed Mark on a count of the fact that Hyper was dark skinned and it was not normal to see some one of his color turn the crimson shade that it did. “There are only three words in the English language. THREE WORDS YOU FAGET! First word is The…second is English…third is Language. THIRD IS LANGUAGE DAMNIT!”

Hyper shoved his foot even deeper into Mark’s crotch. “AHH GOD STOP!” Mark screamed. But Hyper didn’t, he wouldn’t stop just because some shitty ass white bitch told him to. He continued to press harder and hard. He then shoved the shotguns barrel into Mark’s mouth. Hyper began to seethe. He began to shove his teeth into his own tongue. Blood began to drip from his mouth as his pupils seemingly disappeared only leaving the whites in his eyes.

“God loves you Mark. He really does, but me on the other hand. I’m not a homosexual. I don’t want you touching my penis. Oh hell no. I hate you Mark. And to show you just how much I fucking hate that piece of maggot shit you call a soul I’m going to blast that fucking pale ass head back into your mothers pussy.”

Mark’s eyes slammed shut hopping that it would possibly hurt less but he failed. Hyper squeezed the rusted trigger. It seemed as though the bullet would never come out. Slowly as the world rotated the bullet inched out. Finally it entered Mark’s esophagus. It traveled down hitting a main artery. It finally ripped through Mark’s lungs and shot out of his back. Mark fell to his knees. He couldn’t breath. He pushed and pushed but no air came out. His vision was dimming and his heart wasn’t moving tears of blood dripped from his eyes and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Violence...Gotta Love It

[Pheonix791989]

of course azem thats way better then what I can do. you have a knack for the macabre and death and gore and blood and the like.

[Greyfoxx]

*stands up from the stool* YAY VIOLENCE!!!!

[azemkamikaze03]

Warning: Writing gets crapier each chapter

 

 

 

 

 

2nd Chapter

“Jesus Christ what the hell is taking him so long?” Christina whined as she sat on the bench outside of the resturuant. Shani stared at the sky. A small rumble in the sky had caught her attention. Allison walked out of the phone booth with a frown.

“I tried calling Mark again but he never picked up. I knew we couldn’t count on him. Shani your brother is such a looser. He said he’d be here and is he? No.”

Christina stood up and pulled out her cell phone and looked to see if she had any reception, but she didn’t. “I’m sorry guys I thought I could actually trust him this time. I guess I was wrong.”

Christina sighed, “Maybe we should just call…”

A loud rumbled ran down the street and parked right in front of the girls. The window of the black 2005 Mustang GT Convertible lowered allowing a gust of Linkin Park music to escape.

“About time!” Allison yelled over the music.

Mark reached over and turned the dial on his music to lower down the volume. “Hey guys I’m real sorry I got into a little trouble and had go to the hospital. Heh.”

“Why didn’t you answer your cell?” Shani yelled.

Marks eye’s searched Shani for answers. He slowly shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He stared at it. “It’s off. I got attacked by a gang and had to go get stitches. See.” Mark pointed to the stiches in his throat. Shani frowned and sighed. “Are you alright?” Christina asked.

“I’m fine now. The cuts and shit burn but it could have been worse. Are you guys going to get in or are we going to sit here and talk all day?”

Allison hopped in fallowed by Shani and Christina. “And we are going were exactly?”

“Fort Minor Concert! Duh.” Allison said slapping Mark on the head. Mark laughed and sped off in the darkness.

 

Rain fell on Rachael’s shoulder as she walked to the abandoned church. “St. Francis De Sales…” She whispered. Stenners hopped out of the van with a camera on his shoulders. “Can you tell me again what exactly we are doing here again?” He asked pissed off at the fact he was working on a Sunday. “We are looking for remains…” she said clearing the rubble out of the front door, “Help me moves this tree!” Stenners rested his camera on the wet ground and trotted over to push the tree from the door. As he pressed upon the tree the bark mushed against his hands.

“Weird…” he mumbled. He pushed again but no budge. He scratched his head and looked at Rachael. “What?” she questioned.

“Doesn’t wanna move…Lemme get the chainsaw from the van.” Stenners said staring at the log. He ran over and pulled out the chainsaw. He yanked the cord from the motor several times then rested the spinning blade on the tree. Chunks of wood flew in different directions. The chainsaw roared like Satan did before Michael slayed him. A square piece fell from the tree. Stenners moved it and opened the doors. “Happy? Now why exactly are we going to an abandoned church to look for remains?”

Rachel walked into the dusty building looking around in amazement. She pulled out a flashlight and flipped it on. She looked ahead and what she saw gave her the chills. She turned around to Stenners. “Are you getting this stuff?” She asked. But Stenners wasn’t there.

[azemkamikaze03]

3rd Chapter

 

Shani stepped out of the car and looked at the building titled Nation. Hidden behind her chest was a heart, a weakness that was beating immensely. Something was wrong. But like anybody else she didn’t know what. She helped Allison out of the car.

Mark flipped his back seat so that Christina could get out. “So do you ladies know where we are seated?” Mark asked cordially.

Allison looked down at her purse and pulled out her tickets and read off the seat numbers. “Uhh looks like we are in row 16, seats 26 through 30.”

Mark nodded as if pleased by her capability to read letters and numbers that weren’t in the newest addition of “Hot Guys” magazine.

“Ugh, I still don’t see why we are going to watch Fort Minor when we could be head banging to Korn and Slipknot. I mean rap is so gay.”

“Quit bitching we are already here. Plus Mike is in it and he is soo hawt! For him alone the 30 dollars was worth it.” Shani laughed.

Allison laughed and they turned to walk into the building.

 

Mike tapped the micraphone. “Testing…testing one, two, three.” He turned to Ryu, “Looks like it might actually be working. Thank God!” Ryu looked over at Mike, “You serisous? I think it’s time we trash that piece of shit. Seriously man it’s broken on us five times already!”

Mike scratched his head, “But the mic is still good, I just don’t feel the need to go waste money on a new one. Plus theres no good quality here in D.C.”

“Anything better than that piece of shit.” Tak said walking on the stage. “Ay Mike, we got like an hour till show time. We gotta go sign some cd’s and shit.”

Mike looked at his watch. “Holy shit your right! Alright go out there and tell them I’m coming.”

Ryu stood up and dusted the dirt from his pants. He picked up his dodgers fitted and put it on his head. “I’ll go out with ya Tak, just lemme get a beer. Yo Josh! Pass me a beer!” An acne-faced teenager ran up and tossed Ryu a cold miller genuine draft. “Thanks man, I really need this.” Josh nodded and ran back to the Cheapshot’s equipment. “That’s the thing I love about being on tour…we get the best groupies. Haha I just wish we had more ladies…haha nah what I mean?” Ryu laughed.

“Haha if your wife heard what you were saying she’d kick your ass.” Mike laughed rubbing his eyes. “I guess we better get down there and sign some shirts.”

 

Mark scooted down to the very last seat. He sat down and kicked his feat up on the seats in front of him. Shani sat down next to him fallowed by Christina and Allison.

The lights dimmed. Mike, Tak, and Ryu walked out onto the stage. “What’s happening DC?!” The whole crowd replied with a large roar of shouting and applause. “Let me see your ass RYU!!” Some random lady yelled from the crowd. Ryu laughed into the mic. “Before we get started we just want ya’ll to know that today we have a really special guest with us. Her name? Holly Bro—

The crowd cut mike off with a huge roar of excitement. “HOLLY! HOLLY! HOLLY!”

[azemkamikaze03]

4th Chapter

“Stenners…where the hell are you?” Rachael quivered. There was no reply. She kept on staring at the skeleton hanging from the celing. There was a slight shuffle on the floor. Rachael spun around and flashed the light on a rat. She turned around and kept on walking through the church. She flashed the light on a rusty metal door. She looked at the bottom and saw a little light shining. She placed her hand on the decaying knob and twisted it counter-clockwise. The door slowly moved forward. Rachael looked around in the room. There was one naked bulb hanging from the rotting roof ceiling. It painted a nasty yellow color. The walls had red splashed on them, but from she could make out they were originally a white color. The was a broken, rusty, chair laying in pieces on the floor. She looked over to a clump on the floor that was dripping blood. She looked closer and noticed that it was a dead body! But there was no skin on the body just the muscle was showing clearly. She walked closer and picked up a piece of the chair and poked the body. “AHHH GOD!” The body screamed. “Oh MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

Rachael flinched back. The person was still alive? Was that even possible? Blood continued to drip from the flesh. Some how the arteries were still intact, the body was just skinless. “Wha…wah? What happened to you?” Rachael screamed.

The body eyeballed Rachael as it squirmed in its pool of blood. “ARGH…RIPPED MY Fu-Fu-fuckin sk-skin off!” it screamed. It started to twitch violently. “OHHH GOD NO!” it screamed. He pushed him self up onto his feet. His eye winced at the pain he was going trough. He lifted his arm slowly. Ch-boom! Rachael span around and saw Stenners standing with a gun in his hand. She turned back around and saw the body lying on the floor this time dead. “What…the fuck…was that?” Stenners said hyperventilating. Rachael wiped off the blood from her black coat. “It…It was a human being…”

 

Mike walked across the stage and grabbed a water bottle. He popped open the cap and gulped down the water. “Damn you guys are awesome. Your really did bring this show to life tonight. We love you DC!”

Shani leaned back and took a deep breath. Her hair swayed with the slight breeze the building contained. She slowly turned and looked towards her brother, but he wasn’t there. Shani leaned over to Christina. “Where did Mark go?” She asked.

Christina looked down at her watch. “He left like thirty minutes ago. Said he had to take a shit…Come to think of it Allision left to go look for him ten minutes ago.”

“Maybe we should go look for them” Shani said worried about the whereabouts of her brother.

[Pheonix791989]

oO *blinks* i wonder where this is going. throw the next one out. im hooked like a tuna

[azemkamikaze03]

5th Chapter

 

Shani walked out of the bulding and headed to her brothers car. Where the hell could he be? She thought.

Christina walked down through the parking lot. The winter chill nipped away at her flesh as she walked passed the millions of cars parked on parallel to each other. She saw Shani standing in the distance. Stupid Shani and her dumbass acne faced brother. Why did she even bother to come here? She trotted down towards Shani but just as she got closer she slipped and fell straight into the pavement. Shani ran over and helped her up. “Shit. Stupid fucking ice!” Christina cursed.

Shani looked at her friend. She was covered in blood. “Oh…My…God! You’re bleeding!”

Christina glared at her friend. “Um, no…I’m not.”

Shani pointed at her shirt. Christina felt her stomach, “I’m not bleeding seriously.”

She looked down at the ground. “Fuck, there’s blood all over the ground.”

 

Rachael slammed the door shirt and walked over to the nurse. “Let me see Hamid.” She demanded. The nurse looked up. “Do you have an appointment Ms.?” The nurse asked softly. “Uh, I don’t think I need an appointment to see my husband.” The nurse mearly smiled, “You know I can’t let you in unauthorized Rachael, he is a threat.”

“Threat my ass, this is important!”

The nurse looked Rachael in the eyes and sighed. She flipped through the papers and pulled out a red one. It was labled confidential. Rachael snatched it and ran down the hall fallowed by Stenners. She swung open the door. “Wake the hell up.” Rachael said flopping down on the white bed. Hamid sat upright and rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?” he said groggily.

“We have another skins case. I’m sure I know who it is. This guy named Issac Breedlove. He goes under the name Hyper though.”

Hamid yawned and looked at the picture of the site. “How do you know it’s not a chick?”

“A girl?”

“Yeah. You know…animals with big boobs. Women.”

“Shut up, we need to be serious.”

“Didn’t you notice the lipstick Rachael?”

“Lipstick?”

She grabbed the picture from Hamid’s hand and frowned. “What would lipstick be doing there?”

“Because the killers a chick.”

“How do you know he didn’t kill a female?”

“If someone was about to kill you would you take time to put on lipstick?”

“Could be a pre-op transvestite.”

“Could be’s are about as useful as you are in bed.”

“Shut up Hamid!”

Hamid glared at Rachael. Stenners slowly backed out of the door. “It’s…Ah..zem…not HAMID!”

He threw the papers off the bed and slammed Rachael to the floor. “Don’t you ever call me that again you bitch!”

Stenners ran over and slammed his knuckles into Hamid’s face. Hamid fell back into his bed. “L-l-ook…go to 1467 walluby rd. There’ll be a chick named Shani. Now get out of here.”

Hamid wiped the blood from his mouth and closed the door behind them.

 

 

 

 

thats all I got

[azemkamikaze03]

Like I said, i didnt like where it was going so NEW STORY SHALL BE IN THE WORKS. in the mean time enjoy some nice refreshments at tthe lpf lounge

[Pheonix791989]

wow wheres the lounge *prints out to read durring chemistry*

[azemkamikaze03]

search it up in the games section its there

[Greyfoxx]

heya azem, that was prutty good.....AM i still gonna be in the new one?

[Black_Angel]

Woo, greatness

 

Allison looked down at her purse and pulled out her tickets and read off the seat numbers. “Uhh looks like we are in row 16, seats 26 through 30.”

Mark nodded as if pleased by her capability to read letters and numbers that weren’t in the newest addition of “Hot Guys” magazine.

 

Lol

[azemkamikaze03]

heya azem' date=' that was prutty good.....AM i still gonna be in the new one?[/quote']

 

 

Probably just to let u know u were going to be the final bad guy in my neverending twist

[Greyfoxx]

Awww, you shouldve finnished it then!!! so, hows this so-caleld "new one" comeing?

[LPGirl]

ohhh got to love the volience.

 

your fic is love<<333

[Sinisterly Amazing]

O.M.G. i am speechless because those chapters were sooooo awesome!!!!!!!!! post sum more plz!!!!!! btw, scary stuff but im lovin the story.

[azemkamikaze03]

lol thanks guys

[azemkamikaze03]

“You know Joan, who woulda thought something as simple as a piece of quartz could start fire?” the show’s host said ramming a stone against a piece of steel.

“Yeah, this kind of stuff is always good just incase you get stuck in a sticky situation!” The lady identified as Joan exclaimed.

I sighed and turned the TV off and walked over to my twin-sized bunk.

 

 

 

thats a hint about what the new version is about

[Greyfoxx]

0_0

that dont help me at all

[azemkamikaze03]

READ IT AGAIN

 

come on people! its ovbious!

[Greyfoxx]

i still have no freaking clue