Yay, I was an inspiration!

Hmmm…how about this…

He held the knife and watched in shock as blood oozed through his fingers and ran down his hand. Sirens pierce the night air. He had no where to run.

No where…except up. He let the knife drop to the ground as his body rose into the air. At least the old man hadn’t lied to him. Drinking just a little of dead hero’s blood had imbued him with his powers.

Not that he’d be using any of those powers for good…

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By beth on 06.08.09 7:55 pm | Permalink

He held the knife and watched in shock as blood oozed through his fingers and ran down his hand. Sirens pierced the night air. He had nowhere to run.

The woman was dead, there was no doubt about it. How could there be when he was holding her heart in his hand?

As the sirens sounded louder, he got out a can of Red Bull and downed it. As he jumped he realised one thing, Red Bull does NOT give you wings.

Stuffing the heart in his pocket, the man climbed quickly over a gate and kept running until he made it to The Laboratory.

He was safe now, no one would dare venture here after dark. Walking calmly to the Collection Room, he thought over that night’s events. He wasn’t planning to kill the woman, but when she walked around unescorted at night, it was her own fault.

In the Collection Room was an assortment of jars, each contained something more gruesome than the last. He added the heart to the pile and started laughing. It had been too easy.

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By Kate Pinn on 06.09.09 6:54 am | Permalink

He held the knife and watched in shock as blood oozed through his fingers and ran down his hand. Sirens pierce the night air. He had no where to run.

He didn’t need to run. He was the Geico Gecko and he could easily blend into the background and . . . oh, wait, geckos are incapable of blending into the background. Chameleons had that ability. He was screwed, screwed, screwed, and screwed some more. The sirens were getting louder. His hands (well, what passes for hands for a gecko) were covered in blood. There was no escape. He would look horrible in prison stripes.

He wasn’t the smartest Gecko in the Universe, but his brain cells did – sometimes – synapse at the proper moment. In a flash of semi-brilliance he realized he wasn’t as screwed as he once thought. He could easily climb up the walls and disappear forever. No one would suspect the Geico Gecko of murder. Hadn’t he spent the company’s first dollar without anyone finding out?

He laughed his evil, Gecko, laugh, and moved toward the wall. The sirens were louder. He heard a noise. He turned slowly and froze in place. Morris the Cat was staring greedily at him and licking his lips.

The Geico Gecko was not a happy camper. How had a drunken night on the town gone so horribly wrong? How was it that he was backed against the wall with Morris the Cat staring hungrily at him? Boy, he sure could use a bag of crisps right about now. Too bad he spent that dollar.

He stared back at the cat. He wasn’t just any gecko. He was the Geico gecko. He could see the light of the sirens. The time for action was now. He leaped high into the air, did a triple twist, felt the air form Morris’ claws near his tail, and hit the wall. He clung for dear life and scrabbled up. He heard Morris’ frustrated hiss. He laughed once more and easily climbed up the walls . . . leaving a trail of bloody Gecko prints. No prison stripes for him.

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By Scott on 06.09.09 7:41 am | Permalink

Here’s mine, just for fun.

He held the knife and watched in shock as blood oozed through his fingers and ran down his hand. Sirens pierce the night air. He had nowhere to run. Everyone had abandoned him at the first sign of trouble.

Everyone but Sabrina, that is.

Her large doe eyes flashed a warning. Run!

“Leave the knife,” she hissed. “You can’t remove evidence or it’ll be that much worse.”

“Then they’ll think I did it,” Jason spat out.

“They won’t. Trust me. Now go!”

Jason took off in a dead sprint, but stopped when he realized Sabrina was not with him. He turned and watched in horror as she sliced the blade down her arm.

“What are you doing? Come on!”

She looked up and smiled.
“Go!”

“I’m not leaving you. Ethan did this. Are you willing to take the blame?”

Her blood mixed with Trevor’s and a soft glow spread over his lifeless body.

“What is that?” Jason asked, confusion lilting his voice.
Sabrina simply smiled as the sirens came ever nearer.

Trevor’s body began to tremble and Jason took a step closer.

“Seriously, what’s happening?”

“I am a healer, Jason. My blood, when mixed with another’s, heals within minutes. Now leave. Let me finish.”

Jason hadn’t realized that he had returned to her side until she placed her hand on his leg.

“I will be fine. Just go.”

“The police, they’ll think you did it.”

Her lips twitched and she stared into his eyes, as if debating whether to say more.
Taking in a deep breath, she said, “I will not be here when they arrive. I will be at home. Where you should be. Now go. And I will get there before you.”

She pushed on his leg, and he ran.

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By Sarah on 06.09.09 1:29 pm | Permalink

He held the knife and watched in shock as blood oozed through his fingers and ran down his hand. Sirens pierce the night air. He had no where to run.
The police would look everywhere. Everywhere Except behind the bookcase.
“Yes the bookcase” he thought.
He pulled the secret book lever and opened up the bookcase door. Then he ran, ran faraway from the mess he just made.
He had to get rid of the evidence so he threw the knife down the sewer. No one would look for it there.
He hid for a couple of days. Then he changed his outer appearence, and moved to a different state to start a new life.
Five years later he still thinks about that night and about what happened. He feels the urge to turn himself in but now he has to much to lose. Now he has a family. Wife and children, the whole package. He is the only one that knows about what really happened that night. He swore on his life that it will stay his secret until the day he dies.

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By Meghan on 06.09.09 9:36 pm | Permalink

Ooops, don’t enter me for the prize, I’m from the UK.

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By Kate Pinn on 06.15.09 9:30 am | Permalink