Westadark's profile

Alex looks over at her. Shes got that look in her eyes again. "Shall we do it?" he asked. She nodded and they hopped in the old car that it had been done in so many times. They drove around for awile before stopping beside a sidewalk. A few yards away from a man. Mid thritys mabye. He didnt notice them. This was good. Sara walked up behind him and did a sleeper hold. How many times had she done this before? They put his body in the trunk and took him back to their home. They knew they would e...

Ah yes money… that also drives people to strange things. Money and love two things that god created to be used for good. Misused? Sometimes, sure i agree with that fact. Ah but yes that same man Richard C. Scott. Before urdering his wife, Yes it was before… it couldnt very well have been after, we all know how that ended. But back to the point. Richard. Ah yes he was, what was it twenty six? Mabye. Young and wild. Ended up robbing that small small store on main street. I forget the name but h...

She stood their gun in hand thinking about her life. It would soon be over anyway why worry? But no... it was him she would miss. The only one she ever loved and now she would never see him again. She would have to decide who to kill. It would either be herself or him. That was fact one would not make it throught the long dark and stormy night. Rain splattered the window as someones blood would mere hours from now. It would run down the window and reach the ultra white carpet she always kept ...

There was blood on his hands as he walked into the bar around nine. Happy hour... a little late but at this bar... anything was possible. He turned to the phone and hit the numberes... 9-1 and yes another 1. No one heard his story but they saw the blood. It seems... damn... whats his name... Jeff? Jerry? John? Yes, thats it! John! Well anyway John seemed to be driving on that road, you know, the one up behind the old school house, and he hit whats her names kid. Juile? Yeah, Bills wife. Littl...

There was blood on his hands as he walked into the bar around nine. Happy hour... a little late but at this bar... anything was possible. He turned to the phone and hit the numberes... 9-1 and yes another 1. No one heard his story but they saw the blood. It seems... damn... whats his name... Jeff? Jerry? John? Yes, thats it! John! Well anyway John seemed to be driving on that road, you know, the one up behind the old school house, and he hit whats her names kid. Juile? Yeah, Bills wife. Littl...