Post by Zach Doyle on Feb 2, 2010 4:38:42 GMT -5
Zach was alone in the parking lot. Even Quenten had left long ago, Zach only remained thinking perhaps he might return later once it was dark. He was getting bored and hungry, plus he had to go to the bathroom badly. He slid off the front of his car and headed to the restrooms. He didn’t realize he was being followed. The sound of his flip flops echoed in the tile enclosure and he slipped into a stall quickly to relieve his problem. Outside the night sounds ceased as if even the city creatures could sense a bigger predator claiming territory. The shadows clung together, making the surroundings seem yet darker as the young man left the restroom and headed back to his car. As he reached it a sound, a cough made him turn and he blinked in recognition though he seemed surprised by the interruption. “Hey,” he murmured and turned away for a moment and looked back before his scream split the night. There were not many houses near the stadium and the one that was, was occupied by an older couple whose philosophy was strictly to mind their own business. Thus Zach had no chance of rescue. Finally even the octogenarians were compelled to call in a report as the screams continued for far longer than they were comfortable with. The spinning lights and wails of the sirens chased away the shadow and when the police arrived they found the teen’s body in a pool of blood that made even the most experienced of them blanche. Words had been carved into his torso and chest while streaks of blood were almost lovingly caressed across cheeks and lips. The CSI team found no convenient DNA to lead them to whoever would have committed such a horror, but soon the body was bagged and sent onto the morgue where it could be further violated In search of truth. It wasn’t long before the story hit the news and internet, not to mention the less formal grapevine. Soon everyone knew that Zach Doyle’s final request had been answered and he suffered no more.
