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"So I looked at him and told him, Look! I'm not your friend buddy!"
Everyone at the gay pub laughed with Daemon. Daemon put his arm around Flint who was wearing a tight black dress and a wig. Flint cozied up to him as Daemon enjoyed the attention and sipped his Margarita.
"Couldn't believe that guy. Honestly. Anyways, I need to be leaving peeps. Work in the morning and I need to get at least SOME sleep."
He motioned to the bartender "Put another round for the gang on my tab Jerry. I'll see you all friday!" Everyone cheered and went back to dancing, drinking and talking. Daemon put on his overcoat and headed out.
He waved down a taxi cab and sat in the back seat.
"I need to go to flamingo street and 10th avenue."
"Right friend."
"Excuse me? What did you say?" Said Daemon, startled by the familiarity of the voice.
"What's the matter? Dirty ears?" The driver winked in the rearview mirror and Daemon became extremely agitated and annoyed.
"You're the guy who knocked my groceries over in the market!"
"The one and only!"
"Let me out of this car buddy!"
"I'm not your buddy friend!" Retorted the cab driver who then switched on the locks and sped up. Daemon who had been leaning forward and not wearing his seat belt was thrown back.
"I'm not your friend guy! Slow down!"
The taxi driver ran red lights and raced down the empty streets at 90mph. Daemon struggled to get his seatbelt on but the driver wouldn't let him get control of himself as he swerved around. Turning down a dark alley, barely slowing down, the driver flipped the switch on the lock of his door and then pulled the latch so that the passenger seat in front of Daemon dropped forward. Daemon was practically glued to his seat as the car was moving so fast.
"Adios!"
The crazy taxi driver winked once more at the terrified Daemon and jumped out of the taxi. The taxi sped along and crashed into the brick wall at the end of the alleyway. Daemon's jokes at the pub were the last anyone would hear of him.
The taxi man dusted himself off and winced at the scratches and cuts he obtained from the fall. Pulling out his cell phone, he called up the Godfather.
"Yeah boss, he's dead. Nah I don't need to check, it's a given. Huh? No. No I didn't notice anything special about him. Seemed like a normal guy to me. Except he likes cross dressing men but that's about it. I'm on my way."
As the town lay in there beds once again the dark figures took to the street. Most townies expected something to happen to them so very few were asleep. Most just lay in there bed with a knife or bat ready should they get a 'unexpected' visitor. As the minutes snuck by Genesis eyelids started to get heavy. Every time he started to doze off for real, he'd wake up with a scare. The digital alarm clock that was set at 0700 only stated 0523 thus far.
When he started to doze off again he suddenly heard a crack. It sounded like the 2nd step of his old wooden stairs. With adrenaline rushing through his veins he glided out off bed and snuck to the door off his bedroom. In his hand he held the short baseball bat that had a large rusty nail hammered through its top for this occasion. If anyone tried to enter this room tonight they would surely die.
As the sounds all died away genesis still stood ready to strike behind the door. His arms were getting numb from holding then above his head and his feet hurt. Suddenly he was scared up by load beeping. As a reaction he swung his arms, hitting nothing but air as the door had not moved. He looked at his bed and saw that it was the alarm clock which was making the noise.
Genesis calmed down and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knocked out the alarm and was glad he made it to another morning. As he opened the door and went on to the hallway he found his house empty and went straight for the bathroom. He had been holding in his dookie for 2 hours already but now he was ready to blow. He locked the door and say down on the toilet. Instantly he felt 3 sharp needles right in his ass. His lower body was numbed the next second and he glided off the toilet seat. As he lay on the floor he could see 2 small snakes slithering out off the toilet leaving the house. The venom however had already moved to Genesis upper body and he could do nothing but lay there and die.
Next day the serial killer had to suppress a grin when the story about the death off Genesis, a honest townie, made its round through the towns residents.
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*Remember that if you fail to vote twice your place will be taken by a reserve!
he lay in the tub