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The innocent...............
The innocent
Chapter 2
Eric Staffon now an excaped serial killer, looked back on the cold prison he had just performed a gruesome and brilliant excape from. He causally took out a cigarette that he had earned inside, lit and puffed it grimly looking back to the prison, he couldn't help but laugh. Laugh at the whole lot of them, the guards, the other prisoners,the psychiatrists,the police,and most sisterly his victims. He took a gruesome pleasure of a feeling of controll.He turned to face the cold woods,and started to walk into the forest, and took on last look back at the prison he just spent 5 years of his waking life in and never looked back.
Back at the prison,In the cold halls three bodies stood lifeless on the tiles, the bodies half way mangled, soiled in blood. The cell that formally held one of americas most wanted,was open.The resourcefulness of the killer had just paid off, a trail of cold blood followed the steps of Eric that lead from the first guard killed to the outside.
The excape shouldn't of happened, the prison was a fortress of concrete and steel.Cameras around every corner, guards every where, tall concrete walls impossible to climb surround the permitter of the prison.Though, noting could be put away from the strange intelligent of Mister Staffon, still no human under his own power could ever hope to excape the prison, even some one like Mister Staffon.
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In the prison Eric lived in a cold, looney, drugged reality.He would spend entire nights quietly murmuring to his "little friend", a entity created by his mind.Some times Eric would have panic attacks within his cell, his quit murmuring would become load shouts, and at that point Eric would become down right violent, thrashing the bed,throwing objects within his cell, creating a ruckus, and shouting to himself. The guards would storm, with setatives,and give him a dose threw a needle. On more than one occasion, the guards would be seriously hurt trying to inject him,becuase Eric had a animosity towards them. Plus on many times once the setatives were injected, he would start to have minor seijours, and his mind* would go into coma. But sure enough he would always awake, with a fierce hatred within his eyes.
Eventually it got to the point where Eric's cell was stripped of everything except the bare walls,he would lye in the corner curled up, still talking to his "little friend". The guards for some reason felt a great pity for him, and rightly so.
Eric was about 5 miles out into the woods, he found it to be quite chilly outside as it was close to 3 am and it was in the middle of fall. His walk turned into a light jog, he knew it wouldn't be long before they find the cell, empty, and start a man hunt. Eric knew by sunrise he would be all over the news. He needed to get out of these clothes, he couldn't go walking into the town of Bayham wearing his orange jumpsuit. Bayham was exactly wear he knew he was going, it was not far from the prison, roughly about 14 miles, he might be able to get there before sunrise, and with any luck he would be able to find a cab, or better yet steal a car. From there he did not know where else to go. He was still high on the freedom he was enjoying but the things inside of him were telling him not to lose sight of what must be done. The hounds will be realized soon he thought to him self, he laughed at the idea of them catching him and he said coldly "Never Again".
Eric contented to hum to himself as he held a steady pace, jogging over stumps and through branches.A twilight was beginning, he knew he had to find some clothes before he walk into the town. He enjoyed the woods, it was place he could retreat when he was a child, he felt at home. The fall sent was thick in air.He walked on endless amounts of leaves scattered with color. And the air was calm and not windy.The birds hadn't started to sing yet but he knew it would be very soon.
The Arlens live on the out skirts of town, in a small log cabin. Linda was about 32 years old and her husband Mark was about 35, they did not have any children.They were lying sound asleep when mister Staffon had excaped from Grimstone prison.
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"What's that" Linda said franticly to her asleep husband. "Wake up!" she said shaking him panicking.* "What's a matter" Mark said half a sleep. linda looked to the half way open window."I heard some one walking out side, some ones out there!". Mark got to his feet, and stood just listening. He walked very slowly towards the window, sweating and hiding his fear. He steeped besides the window, and tilted his head to look out. He saw noting but darkness and the old woods. He waited just looking and was about to call it quits, then he did hear footsteps, or so he thought. He walked quickly away, said noting to his wife on the bed, even though she looked up at him in a panic. Mark kelt on the other side on the bed, reached under it and pulled out a suit case type box. He opened it, and took out the small handgun, grabbed the ammo clips, loaded them and got up. His wife became even more terrified, "What in gods name are you doing!" Mark turned to the door and said "Keep quit and try to call the police". His wife let out a frantic cry, but was sharply cut off by Mark "Shut up!" and with that he left the room.
Mark an ex-marine knew how to use a hand gun. He was trying to hide his fear, but couldn't stop his sweating, as he slowly and shaking made his way down the dark stairs, gun clasped right in front of him by his two shaking hands.He was almost at the end of the stairs when he let out a shallow cry "Holy fuck!"
Linda, got right on the phone after her beloved husband left the room. She nervously reached for it on the night stand beside her bed,and sweating,scared out of her mind. She picked it up, dialed 911 and then her heart sank, there wasn't any sound,she thought to herself the phone the line was cut. But in a few seconds to her sup rise the sharp ring ring ring sounded. After a few rings the operator came to the phone, "Hello?" Linda spoke with horror in her voice "Somebody's in my house !" she let out bluntly. "The operator said what's your address?" "12 northfei......". Linda was interrupted by a shout from her husband she heard it load and clear "holy fuck!", then gun shoots sounds screamed through the log cabin. It went silent for a moment, then she hear her husband let a out "oaaaaaaa" and she knew he was dead. She listened and heard footsteps, coming up the wooden steps. Her heart pumped wildly, she was crying badly but trying to keep her noise down. She picked up the phone "Oh god save me, i think my husbands dead, and someone's in my house!" she broke up weeping barely able to string her words together. "The operator spoke, has he seen you" "no I don't think so" then the operator spoke in all serousness "hide under your bed, stay absolutely quiet". Linda had other ideas like jump out into the woods and run, but she heard the footsteps walking down the hall way. She swallowed her fear,hung up the phone and crawled under the bed.
Linda at that moment was certain that she was going to die, die under this bed. Her heart sunk has she heard light footsteps walking into her hard floor bed room. She mead sure she did not even make the slittiest sound. It was dark and she relayed on her sharp hearing. The boots, were now right besides her and she could see them clearly, she was about to have a heart attack* as the dark figure was standing right besides the bed, she though she heard the clothes dore open with distinct squicking sound it always made. She heard the figure pick out some clothes,and put them on. Now the figure was looking around the bed room. Her heat was beating uncontrollably and she was sweating badly. It sounded like he going threw all of their stuff, and she did not care as long as he did not look under the bed. She started to breath more heavily unknowably, then the figure stopped, and all was silent.In one movement the figure lifted the sheet that was covering the bottom of the bed and looked under.
Police report, 9/24/07
Town of Bayham, MA
On 9/24/07 the home of Arlens was invaded by an excaped serial killer named Eric Staffon, he excaped the Grimstone prison late in the night, and jogged about 12 miles to the Arlens home. When police investigated the crime sean they had found two bodies, one of Mr.Arlen and one of Mrs.Arlen. Mr.Arlen was sprawled out on the bottom on their wooden stairs. Mrs.Arlens body was in much worse shape, the body was mangled and thrown in the corner of the bed room, we believe that Mr.Staffon found her under the bed and then murdered her.
End report
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I wanted this peice to work but I found that it just dident.
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