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<blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 183519" data-attributes="member: 2511">The oafish business man grabs a shell from his pocket and quickly inserts it into his shotgun.&nbsp; He closes it and grins wickedly at Randy.&nbsp; &quot;Here comes the big nothing.&quot;&nbsp; He begins to raise the big gun.Still down on one knee, Randy again squeezes the trigger on his pistol.&nbsp; He does it calmly and professionally - ignoring the shotgun aimed at him and the blood slicking the floor.&nbsp; The gun bucks lightly in his hand, and a small red hole suddenly appears in the center of the business man's forehead.&nbsp; The shotgun drops from unfeeling hands.&nbsp; &quot;Gaaaahh... Gurrrrrr...&quot;&nbsp; He gurgles for a moment, and then his eyes roll into the back of his head.&nbsp; He falls to the ground hard.&nbsp; His right hand begins to spasm and claw at the hard wood floors of the study.Back in the living room, Dr. Silver begins to apply direct pressure to Sam's horrific wound.&nbsp; It is like trying to plug a burst dam with a cork, however.&nbsp; Sam, his face ashen, looks at Ray with a kind of sadness.&quot;Doc?&nbsp; God isn't dead... is he?&quot;&nbsp; With that, a small trickle of blood leaks out of his mouth, and Sam expires.&nbsp; His last breath seems to go on and on, and then he breathes no more.&nbsp; Ray, the wound was too grievous.&nbsp; Even with a full trauma team and a blood supply - it's doubtful he would have lived.Ray grabs his cellular phone and quickly dials 911 and gives the information.&nbsp; As he does so, he reaches down and closes Sam's eyes.&nbsp; His part in today's horror is over.In the study, the darkness of the room seems to suddenly become more... tangible.&nbsp; Flashes of lightning don't seem to be illuminating anything, as if their brightness has been muted in some way.&nbsp; Randy, in the corner where Bobby stands - you can see only a pulsating blackness.&nbsp; Each pulse of the blackness seems to in some way increasingly alter the rest of the room.&nbsp; It is tough for your mind to grasp it, but it seems as if the geometry of the room is becoming... simpler.&nbsp; The clock on the left wall - with each pulse it seems to shift from circular to square.&nbsp; You blink your eyes at what you see, but it continues!&nbsp; The desk's rounded edges become perfectly square for a pulse, and then rounded again.&nbsp; The rug on the floor becomes a rectangle and then an oval.&nbsp; Your mind reels.A voice from the darkness cries out, &quot;Ted! I have it! Come on!&quot;&nbsp; That must be Bobby.With a snarl, the thin man throws off Alex and gets to his feet.&nbsp; He looks at the bat briefly, almost as if envisioning using it against Alex's head again and again - but with a whine of frustration he takes off towards the study, and the blackness where Bobby is...Alex lurches to his feet as well, and grabs the bat.&nbsp; He runs into the living room, yelling.&quot;JULIA!!! KRISTOF!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Crimster, post: 183519, member: 2511"] The oafish business man grabs a shell from his pocket and quickly inserts it into his shotgun. He closes it and grins wickedly at Randy. "Here comes the big [i]nothing[/i]." He begins to raise the big gun. Still down on one knee, Randy again squeezes the trigger on his pistol. He does it calmly and professionally - ignoring the shotgun aimed at him and the blood slicking the floor. The gun bucks lightly in his hand, and a small red hole suddenly appears in the center of the business man's forehead. The shotgun drops from unfeeling hands. "Gaaaahh... Gurrrrrr..." He gurgles for a moment, and then his eyes roll into the back of his head. He falls to the ground hard. His right hand begins to spasm and claw at the hard wood floors of the study. Back in the living room, Dr. Silver begins to apply direct pressure to Sam's horrific wound. It is like trying to plug a burst dam with a cork, however. Sam, his face ashen, looks at Ray with a kind of sadness. "Doc? God isn't dead... is he?" With that, a small trickle of blood leaks out of his mouth, and Sam expires. His last breath seems to go on and on, and then he breathes no more. [i]Ray, the wound was too grievous. Even with a full trauma team and a blood supply - it's doubtful he would have lived.[/i] Ray grabs his cellular phone and quickly dials 911 and gives the information. As he does so, he reaches down and closes Sam's eyes. His part in today's horror is over. In the study, the darkness of the room seems to suddenly become more... tangible. Flashes of lightning don't seem to be illuminating anything, as if their brightness has been muted in some way. [i]Randy, in the corner where Bobby stands - you can see only a pulsating blackness. Each pulse of the blackness seems to in some way increasingly [b]alter[/b] the rest of the room. It is tough for your mind to grasp it, but it seems as if the geometry of the room is becoming... simpler. The clock on the left wall - with each pulse it seems to shift from circular to square. You blink your eyes at what you see, but it continues! The desk's rounded edges become perfectly square for a pulse, and then rounded again. The rug on the floor becomes a rectangle and then an oval. Your mind reels.[/i] A voice from the darkness cries out, "Ted! I have it! Come on!" That must be Bobby. With a snarl, the thin man throws off Alex and gets to his feet. He looks at the bat briefly, almost as if envisioning using it against Alex's head again and again - but with a whine of frustration he takes off towards the study, and the blackness where Bobby is... Alex lurches to his feet as well, and grabs the bat. He runs into the living room, yelling. "JULIA!!! KRISTOF!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!" [/QUOTE]

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