Hell's Playground

Since she could remember herself, her father prepared her for moments like this. Don't talk to strangers. Don't open the door to strangers. Now, there were two shadows reflecting on the living room window.

“Where's the money, Jack?” the larger shadow demanded. After a moment of silence, she heard the window break, as a man's body flew through it crashing into her home. The man grunted. She heard glass shuttering under the boots of the large stranger entering her home. If a stranger opens the door forcefully, get under the bed and stay quite until the danger is gone. The monster hunted darkness under her bed seemed comforting, now that the stranger came.

“I don't owe you nothing, you little piece of shi - Ah!” she heard the stranger's foot run into the man's guts.

“Wrong answer.”

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A Tale of Arrogance and Murder

This is a work of fiction, any similarity or likeness to any events or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Daly City, 2 Shoal Dr - 3:00am

A phone ring attempted to pull Janet away from her dreams. She was dissatisfied with that fact, as she was having a delightful dream. Janet M. Rouge was just about to outsmart the pompous, intolerable, and arrogant Alexander Darren Keen, also known as “Ass Holmes” among the local police force. Mr. Keen was about to be humiliated in front of the Chief of Police and whole of San Francisco's news broadcasts, if not for the second phone ring that finally woke Janet up.

“Janet speaking,” she said in a half dreaming voice, but her expression quickly acquired alertness, and she jumped out of bed.

“I'll be right over.”

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