Black clouds hung over New York City. The rain that had been pouring down from the sky for two days seemed to have no intention of stopping. Everyone was in misery, hating that rain and wishing it would stop already. Everyone but him. He pulled the black jumpsuit on over his clothes, squeezing his face into the mask as he crouched on top of the NYPD HQ. He looked at his watch. 5:45 P.M. "Well, Commissioner, it's time for your little gift," he said. Getting up and walking to the edge of the building, he heaved the body over the side, the limp corpse hittinh the ground below with a sickening thud as more bones were snapped inside its frame. Sauntering away from the edge, the man in the jumpsuit dissappeared from the roof.
And then rainman got shot and died... The end... Why are there so many so called "writers" clogging up the forums?
Marain Farms was washing dishes in the kitchen when she heard the sirens. Looking out the front door, she saw police cars rush up her driveway and into her yard. Two officers and her husband leaped out of the car, each sprinting towards the door of the house so fast she thought they were being chased by Satan himself. Immeaditaly knowing something was wrong, jumped back from the window and ran into the man behind her. He grasped her by the throat and mouth as she was caught by surprise. Muffling her screams, the man pulled her back through the living room and into the kitchen. As they passed the front door, she could see four crowbars barring the way. Pounding came from the other side of the door, followed by frantic shouts as the police couldn't get in. Marain kicked and screamed, breaking free from her attackers grasp long enough to cry "Help me!" before she was hoisted up from her waist and carried into the kitchen. On the other side of the door, the shouts intensified into screams of agonized helplessness as the police pounded and kicked at the door. The attacker threw her down on the counter, and raising the knife, tried to cleave her face in half. Throwing her arm in front of her, Marian was able to catch the man's arm punched him in the face. Crying out and stumbling back, the man let go of her for just a moment. She leaped up and grabbed the coffee pot from beside the stove and tried to bash the man over the head with it. He tackled her, knocking the pot away and slamming her to the floor. Glass shattered as the window she had look out of not a minute before was broken, the sirens and shouts becoming suddenly louder as a policeman rolled through the window. The attacker raised his knife again, aiming for her face, and plunged it downwards. In the moment she thought would be her last, Marain heard six gunshots. Blood sprayed across her face as the man's body jerked and fell to the side. Behind him stood her husband, gun in hand.
Police lights danced across the street as cars parked up and down the street. Marian Farms was in the back of an ambulance, being inspected by a paramedic. Commissioner Farms jogged up to the Captain. "Well?" He asked. The Captain looked back towards the officers he had been working with, then handed the Commissioner the note that had been in the jacket of the body. "I win." It said. Jamie Rhody walked home from work every night. So iy wasn't a big surprise to hear sirens and shouting. But then she turned the corner and saw him, dressed in a black jumpsuit, holding a knife, and running right towards her. The next day, the body of a 25 year old caucasion female was found in the gutter of a hotel. She had red hair, green eyes, and in her chest was carved #19.