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Title: Gender Confused
Outside Of Pub.
A man shows up stumbling outside
it.
Man: I knew I shouldn’t have drunk so much there.
He stumbles around on the dark foggy street. He
hears footsteps behind him. The man turns around seeing nobody.
Man: Who was just walking there? Oh well…
He
continues stumbling around drunk like. Suddenly somebody pushes him from behind.
Man: Hey, who pushed me?
He
turns around only a big butcher knife slices his chest.
Man: Ah, shitt!
Another swing of the knife cuts the
man across his face. The man grabs his face blood squirting out everywhere. More swings from the knife hacking the man up.
The man falls down in the street, the killer kneels down continuingly hacking the drunken man.
THE NEXT DAY
A
detective arrives at the scene of the crime.
Detective: So what’s going on Chris?
A police officer walks
up.
Chris: Appears to be the same murderer detective.
Detective: You mean another hacked up body.
Chris:
Had to have 6 people pick up all the pieces and that took a couple of hours.
Detective: Sick killer.
Chris:
Know what you mean.
Detective: Any clues you guys could find?
Chris: Jack shitt.
Detective: Hey what’s
this?
He walked toward a shining object on the side of an alleyway. The detective put on his gloves and picked up the
object.
Detective: It’s a blood stained knife.
Chris: Let me see that.
He walked up examining the
knife.
Chris: Let’s have that checked for fingerprints.
Detective: Definitely.
LAB ROOM
The
detective and Chris stand in a laboratory with some doctors.
Doctor: We checked it for fingerprints and we think we
got your guy.
Detective: Let’s see the results.
The doctor walked over to a computer, typed in a couple
of things and brought up a picture of a rough looking guy with some scars on him.
Doctor: The chap’s name is
Bernard Rigby he’s 44 years old.
Detective: Thanks doc. You’ve just helped not only us but also the city
with this information.
Doctor: You’re welcome detective, sir.
Detective: Chris, have this picture copied
and sent to all the news stations all over town.
Chris: Right.
He walked off to copy the picture.
Detective:
I think we’ve got this sick son-of-a-bitch killer.
RESTAUTRANT
A woman sits in a booth sipping on her
drink watching the news.
Newsman: This just in an important announcement the murderer known as “The Hacker”
has been identified as a 44 year old man named Bernard Rigby here’s a photo.
The camera shows a picture of the
accused murderer.
Newsman: It appears the man murdered another person last night near the “Paul-Winston Pub”.
The victim who was unidentified was hacked to pieces by Bernard Rigby last night. Also a warning to watch out for this man
he has still not been caught and he is highly dangerous. In other news…
Woman: They still haven’t caught
him.
Another woman was sitting next to her.
Woman #2: That’s right Carol this guy’s been murdering
people for like the last month.
Carol: How many people has he killed Denise?
Denise: They say about 18.
Carol:
Makes me a bit freaked out thinking about it.
Denise: Don’t worry just lock your doors at night. Nighttime is
the only time he murders people.
Carol: Yeah, I guess you’re right.
The two women get out the booth and
walk out the restaurant.
Carol: You have to admit it’s still scary though.
Denise: Whatever, Carol.
She
rolls her eyes.
THE NEXT MORNING
432 Pepper Boulevard
The detective walks up to a crime scene.
Detective:
Another murder.
Chris: You got it.
Detective: Bernard “The Hacker” Rigby.
Chris: Right.
A
man pushes a covered cart.
Detective: Mind if I have a look.
Man: Sure.
The detective lifts the white
sheet seeing bits of human flesh on the cart.
Detective: ohhh..
He drops the white sheet, bends over in the
road and vomits on the street. The detective gets back up.
Detective: What a damn disgusting mess!
Chris: Know
how you feel sir.
Detective: What a nutcase, he hacks them up so good we can’t even identify the damned bodies!
Suddenly
Carol walks to the cops.
Carol: What’s going on, over here?
The detective steps up in front of her.
Detective:
There’s been another murder ma’am. Pretty grisly.
Carol: Was it “The Hacker”?
Chris:
Yes, it was.
Detective: You better go on ma’am.
Carol: Okay, sir.
She walks off.
CAROL’S
HOUSE
Carol(on phone): Denise, there’s been another murder?
Denise(on phone): So what are you calling
me for?
Carol(on phone): I’m kind of worried.
Denise(on phone): Oh come on Carol, “The Hacker”
only kills at night just lock your doors and windows.
Carol(on phone): The last murder took place in one of my neighbor’s
yards.
Denise(on phone): Listen Carol would it make you feel better if I just came over for the night?
Carol(on
phone): You would, really.
Denise(on phone): I guess, if you’re that scared.
Carol(on phone): Thank you
so much, Denise.
Denise(on phone): Your welcome, I’ll come over at about 7:30 tonight, alright.
Carol(on
phone): Okay, sure. By.
Denise(on phone): By.
Carol hung up the phone.
THAT NIGHT AT THE SCENE OF THE
LAST NIGHT’S CRIME
The detective and Chris walk underneath the yellow crime scene tape as they head for their
cars.
Detective: Still find it hard to believe that there’s not a single clue in that damned yard that would
help us find out where the killer is!
Chris: Know what you mean.
They reach their cars.
Detective: Oh
well see you tomorrow morning Chris, when we find yet again another damn body.
Chris: Oh don’t be so negative
sir….
He was cut short. The detective looks up from where he’s unlocking his car door to see a knife sticking
out Chris’s neck.
Detective: Holy shitt!
He gets out his gun only a knife swings cutting his arm making
him drop the gun. The next swing of the knife slices the detective’s throat wide open. Blood spews out the detective’s
throat as he falls to the ground holding his throat.
Detective: ohhh…
“The Hacker” than swings
the knife again slicing open the detective’s face. The detective’s body falls to the ground lifeless. “The
Hacker” throws Chris’s body next to the detective’s and starts hacking Chris’s body to pieces.
A
COUPLE OF HOURS LATER….
Denise walks in Carol’s house.
Carol: Oh hy Denise.
Denise: Hy Carol.
Carol:
You’re a bit late aren’t you?
Denise: What time is it?
Carol: 8 ‘o’ clock.
Denise:
Oh, you know how traffic is.
Carol: Yeah, I guess so.
Denise: Anyways do you want to watch TV?
Carol:
Sure.
The two sit on the couch turning the TV on.
Carol: Oh I forgot to lock the door.
Carol jumps off
the couch heading towards the door, she locks it.
Carol: Maybe that’ll stop “The Hacker” from coming
in.
She turns around only Denise is behind her raising a big butcher knife.
Denise swings the knife just narrowly
missing Carol’s head. Carol quickly rushes to the kitchen drawer getting out a Revolver. She loads the gun. Denise shows
up in front of her.
Carol: You’re going down bitch!
She pulls the trigger on the gun only the gun is stopped
up and rusted.
Carol: Shitt!
Denise: Ha-Ha.
Denise swings the butcher knife slicing Carol’s arm.
Carol:
AH! Shitt!
Carol reaches for a knife on the kitchen counter, grabs one, and slams it in Denise’s shoulder.
Denise:
Ah!
Carol runs off to the front door and hurriedly unlocks it. She runs out on the front porch only she trips over
something.
Carol: Damn it!
She turns her head around seeing a body that had no skin on it. Behind it stood a
triumphant looking Denise holding her big butcher knife.
Denise: Looks like I win, Carol.
Carol: No, no. How
could you?
Denise leans down and stabs Carol’s foot. Carol reaches out in pain and grabs Denise by the face and
starts tearing and slashing at Denise’s face. Denise doesn’t act in pain though just smiles as Carol takes a big
tug and pulls off part of Denise’s face.
Carol: Jesus Christ! What the hell are you?
Denise(in a different
voice): I’m not Denise. In fact the police were right.
Carol: What do you mean?
Denise reaches for the
torn part of her face and tears her whole face off revealing the blood covered face of Bernard Rigby “The Hacker”.
Carol:
My God! It was you!
Bernard: Yes, it was I. Why else was Denise late! Ha-Ha! That body over there with no skin is Denise.
Ha-Ha!
Carol: You sick bastard!
Bernard: And proud of it.
Disgustingly like Bernard licks some of the
blood off his face, grinning.
Carol: How’d you know me and Denise’s names?
Bernard: She told me
before I skinned her. I promised to not kill her if she told me who she was and who owned this house. I kind of kept the promise
I only skinned her. Ha-Ha. This blood all over me is not mine it’s from Denise’s skin. See.
Bernard pulls
off all the skin and clothing that was Denise’s off his body revealing him wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.
Bernard:
I wore her skin to get inside and kill you basically. A new plan I’ve come up with. Just like I skinned the detective
nearby. I’ve come up with a plan to hack some people to pieces and skin others and take their places. Ha-Ha.
Carol:
You’re disgusting.
Bernard: Don’t see what real use I have for you. So I’ll just hack you up. Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha…
He
grins and advances toward Carol swinging his knife
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