The Halloween Riser by Nick Venom (best ereader for textbooks .TXT) 📕

A man dressed in his own blood trudged on a gravel road. Police sirens fill the air, ricocheting off every molecule of air. His clothes are torn apart and stained with blood. A single-bladed glove dripping blood and his breathing became erratic. On his belt is a switchblade and spots for daggers. He struggled to walk through the gravel road and collapsed due to blood loss. He collapsed in East Emerald Forest Preserve. 

Max hid in the darkness of a garage. The garage is connected to the house, allowing Max a way in. He looked his arsenal of weapons over. He had daggers, a switchblade, a single-bladed glove, rope, and an ax. He took out the ax and opened the door that connected the single car garage to the two-story home. He peeked out into the darkness and noticed a light off in one of the rooms. He slowly walked up the flight of stairs. Night had appeared giving Max the opportunity to strike. He crept up the stairs, minimizing the noise he made. He got to the top and scanned the area. The lit room belonged to one of the children, Grace Riser. He ignored the child and made his way to the person he was here for. He got into the room and lurked inside, waiting to confirm that his targets were sleeping. After confirming that they were asleep, Max raised his ax and brought it down with devastating force. The strike got his first target in the chest. Toby Riser, the first target, woke up to see his body pouring his blood out of the body. He started screaming and shouting which woke up his wife, Allison Hanson. His wife looked over at him, drowsy. She soon came to her senses and started screaming herself. A light in a neighbor’s house appeared. Max, noticing the new light, ripped the ax out of Toby’s chest and swung it again, this one hitting him in the face. He also heard footsteps emerging from the other rooms and headed towards him. Allison screamed and shouted, scaring Max. Allison dashed to get off the bed. Max didn’t rip the ax out of Toby’s body and proceeded to take a dagger out and throw it at her. The dagger missed and landed where she once laid. She now stood up and got off the bed. She bolted out of the room and grabbed her children. Max turned towards her and took out another dagger. He aimed the dagger and threw it. Allison was able to dodge the dagger and collected her children. She attempted to sprint down the stairs but was stopped by an ax to the back. Max collected the ax and threw it at her. The ax got Allison on the back. She fell and landed on the stairs. She cracked her jaw on a stair. She got up quickly and dragged her children along with her. Max took out another dagger and threw it at them. The dagger grazed Allison’s other child, Max Riser. Allison got to the door and threw it open. She turned around and got a dagger to the stomach. She fell on her back, choking on her own blood. Her children watched in fear as they watched their mother spit out blood. “G-Get h-h-help.” She muttered. Her eldest, Grace Riser, nodded and grabbed her brother’s hand, leading him to the neighbor’s house who heard the screams. Max strolled down the stairs. Allison turned her body around and attempted to crawl away. Max equipped his single-bladed glove and laughed. A menacing laugh. Allison, tears forming in her eyes, grabbed onto the grass and pulled herself towards the curb. Max escorted her to the curb before turning her around. Once they faced each other, Max grabbed her by her pajamas. Allison spat in his face. Max didn’t appreciate the sentiment.

The neighbor came out with a small revolver. He lined the shot up, but Max noticed him. Max turned his body away from the neighbor and put Allison into his line of sight. Allison gripped the dagger that plunged itself into her stomach and ripped it out. She turned the dagger around and stabbed Max in the face. Max took the stab, a gash forming in the middle of his face. Max screamed in her face and winded up his glove. He plunged the bladed glove into her stomach, exactly where she was hit by the dagger. He took his hand off and lifted her into the sky. He laughed again, a laugh that brought chills to anybody who heard it. Max threw Allison’s lifeless corpse onto the ground like a piece of trash. The neighbor started rattling off bullets, hitting Max in the arms than his legs. None of the shots hit him in the chest nor are fatal. Max stood, seemingly taking the shots, before collapsing. The neighbor turned around and crouched down to meet the children’s eyes. Their gazes are focused on him.

“Are you okay?” he asked. They nodded. “Where’s your daddy?” He said while smiling at them.

“Inside,” Grace responded. The neighbor’s smile turned upside down.

“Okay, the police will arrive soon. Sit tight,” He told them. He turned around and scanned the scene. He noticed that Max was gone, but Allison’s body remained on the ground. The neighbor raised his eyebrows and looked around for the body finding no corpse. A crowd started forming around the scene and lights from a police car started flashing. The sirens echoed into the air seeping into the forest preserve a couple of miles away.

The police found his daggers and analyzed the blood found on site. The blood samples and fingerprints linked Max Riser to the double homicide and house invasion. Police questioned the warden of a mental asylum Max was last thought to be in. The warden, Hendrick Johnson, told police that Max broke out of the asylum and is being tracked down. Now with the news of the double homicide of brother Toby Riser and his wife Allison Hanson spreading, Johnson has reported to crack down on other patients and has sent a patrol to look for Max.

A figure appeared from the darkness. The figure looked around the surroundings. Max laid on the gravel road with trees lining both sides. The gravel smacked Max’s unconscious face. The wind kept silent as the figure grabbed Max and dragged him away from the road. The figure then took Max to a cabin deep into the forest. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirpings of grasshoppers. The sky, distraught and unruly, illuminated the path to the cabin. They got to the cabin and the figure struggled to open the door. The figure dropped Max and pulled all its weight against the door. The figure pushed the door and fell to the ground inside the cabin. The smell of the cabin released and penetrated the air. A foul and disgusting scent of bodies rotting filled the thin air. The inside of the cabin only had a couple items of furniture with a large table and a couple of chairs surrounding the table. There was a large mat glued onto the floor. The peeling paint gave off a feel similar to that of an abandoned house.

The figure grabbed Max and boosted him onto the table. The figure looked under the table and found a fading first-aid kit. Max slowly opened his eyes. His hands shot up and reached for anything to grasp. A throat was in his way. He grasped the throat and started strangling the figure. “Stop,” whispered the figure. It was a female’s voice. Max didn’t let go and instead continued to hold onto the female’s throat. “I-I-I’m h-here...t-to help.” She whispered. Max’s grip was loosening as his strength, that shot through him, started to dissipate. His hand fell down and lay on top of him. Max, believing, that his life was to end, simply, gave up and allowed himself to face the music. The female, who Max couldn’t see because of the lighting, started breathing normally and kept her silence for a few seconds before she spoke up. “I’m here to help you,” She declared. The female inspected Max’s gunshot wound and bandaged him up. She inspected his body and found blood covering parts that weren’t injured. “Blood?”

Max kept silent. He knew what was going to happen. “You’re the infamous serial killer Max Riser!” She shouted. Max started building strength to fight the upcoming battle. Instead of attacking or distancing herself from him, she shouted in glee. The moon shined through the only window in the cabin and allowed Max to see his savior. A thin tall pale girl with short black hair that reached her shoulders stood above him. She has big wide eyes with purple eyes that noticed every detail. “I’ve been looking for you this entire time.” Max remained emotionless as he watched the girl freak out about him like he was a pop idol.

“Who… are… you?” Max asked between breaths.

“I’m Joyce Janet. I like to go by the name, Joyce the Ripper.” She ranted. Max started coughing. “Sorry, you don’t like my rant right?” Max couldn’t move and had to endure the torture of listening to the rant. Joyce’s eyes scanned Max up and down. “Wait, you’re planning to kill somebody, aren't you?” She looked around and walked out of the cabin searching the woods.

She’s not right in the head, thought Max. He witnessed true insanity, but none of it ever affected his mind. The mental asylum wasn’t prepared for his intellect, locking him up as a normal patient with a lack of mind. She walked back inside the cabin and looked around for anything out of the ordinary. “I have a deal for you. I’ll help you take out your next target if you allow me to become your apprentice.” She declared.

What can I lose? Max thought in his mind. “M-M-Marie.” He weakly stated. This piqued Joyce’s attention. In rapid breaths, Max told her of her target and the location. Joyce, now beaming with joy, ran off in search of a car. A smile broke on his face. He had no hatred towards his older sister, but he was fine with her dying if Joyce succeeded. He was fine with Marie killing or the police arresting her. Either outcome was acceptable for Max.

Joyce walked by the road towards the city Max escaped from. She walked for three minutes on the dark gravelly road before a dark blue Cadillac appeared. The Cadillac slowed to a stop next to Joyce. The driver noticed a bottle of alcohol in Joyce’s left hand. The driver didn’t notice the knife in her left hand hidden. The driver, acting sly and smooth, called out to Joyce and invited her inside his car. She took the invite and got in his car. She smiled as the driver smoothed talked her. She rolled up the windows preventing any air to escape.

Joyce arrived at Marie’s house and got out of the Cadillac. She took a swig of