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A woman approached him on the path. She smiled at him, confidence in his uniform affording her false security. As soon as she stepped past him he grabbed her. One hard clamped across her mouth, the other around her throat and dragged her terrified body into the shrubs.
As he brutalised her he watched the fear in her eyes as silent tears fell into the moulding leaves and branches. When he had finished with the woman he stood over her and repeatedly hit her around the head. Two thoughts only chased themselves around and around, “See mum, I’m not useless” and “Don’t look at me like that mum!”. Only when she was dead did he stop.
As he walked away he knew that when the dead woman was found no mention of the beating would be printed in the papers. He would read about it in the incident report along with his work colleagues. No one knew he had first hand knowledge. He stepped back onto the path and whistled tunelessly to himself as he wiped his truncheon.
God bless yee liddle 'art.
Hmm is all I will say about that piece. For now.
Reminds me of your last SSC a bit also. Good one. (Y)
> Hah, Paradox, it's nice to have you back :)
*bows*
Thank you as always Ashman :)
Fozz, sorry you found it too disturbing. It may be that you should avoid my stories in future :(
> He stepped back onto the path
> and whistled tunelessly to himself as he wiped his truncheon.
*giggles*
And hey, stop being so talented, you. I liked it muchly. The "Silet tears" part rocked heavily.
You rock.
Heavily.