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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Stranger
[time] => 2004-04-13 15:33:33
[hometext] => the collection
[bodytext] => The Stranger - the beginning The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the sky The night was quiet and peaceful, as the man, he passed her by He turned and gave her one quick look, she turned and tried to run He caught her, grabbing her by the hair, now was his time for fun He dragged her down the alley, and at a doorway stopped She cowered in the shadows, her body numb with shock He placed his hand across her mouth, mumbling in her ear “If you be really nice to me, there’s nothing you should fear” She wanted to survive, to get out of this hole A puddle appeared beneath her, as her body lost control He starts to rip her clothes off, to find that golden mound She started fighting back, against excitement he had found The man started penetrating, frenzied, in a sweat Like a ragdoll, she went limp, her worst fear she had met His blood was pumping, his body writhed and he found sexual delight The fear was beaten, he had taken her, there was nothing left to fight The man he turned and walked away, the woman fell to the ground He'd spared her life, what was left of it, this stranger must be found ******************************************************* The Stranger II - the reason The stranger sat alone in the motel, watching some T.V What had he done the previous night, what possessed he An evil grin appeared on his face As he laughed out loud, feeling no disgrace The sound of her screaming, echoed in his mind Getting him aroused, another victim he must find What would he do this time, to make her scream some more His mind shifted to his mother, how he hated that dirty whore The men she'd screwed were many, a dirty vile bunch Doing nothing to protect her son, when it came down to the crunch These men had touched and hurt him, as the whore had just stood by Telling this young boy "It's normal", was such a ***** lie Women now would have to pay, for all his mothers sins As he thought about his next attack, he again began to grin ******************************************************* The Stranger III - the happening The girl walked out of the disco, she was only twenty three She never saw the shadow, lurking, behind the darkened tree The man he stood and watched her, eyed her body up and down His adrenalin started pumping, a new victim he had found He fell in step behind her, matching with the girls slow pace She turned and looked behind her, staring straight into his face Whatever she saw within his eyes, made her start to run His eyes had not seen a pretty girl, instead his old whore mum Catching up with her was easy, he grabbed her tiny throat The girl tried so hard to scream, but he muffled that with his coat Holding her tight against him, he marched her to his car They could be alone in his motel room, which wasn't very far He threw her onto the back seat, binding her hands real tight Wrapped a gag around her mouth, she completely froze with fright Getting behind the wheel at last, heading back from where he came What would befall this girl tonight, will make the last attack seem tame He dragged her into his small dark room, pushing her to the floor He punched and slapped and ***** her, but still he wanted more Reaching into a bag beside him, he pulled out a sharpened knife When the girl saw his stone cold eyes, she knew it meant her life He held the knife high in the air, plunging it deep into her chest As the blood ran out the small deep wound, he had found his quest He stabbed and slashed her more and more, picking up the pace The beast within was now released, all he saw was mothers face ****************************************************** The Stranger IV - the aftermath Eyes they flicker open, slowly, as the murderer comes to First thing he sees in the corner, is a womans high heeled shoe As memories come flooding back, he now sits bolt upright Seeing the body on the floor, his heart and soul were filled with fright What were they for, if not for death, he told his mad warped mind An obscure hiding place, for this body, now he had to find Looking all around the room, blood splatters on the wall Realising he must clean this up, or the police were sure to call He takes a rug out of his car, to wrap her corpse within He knew fine well what he had done, this was a mortal sin The blood he clears, all the smears, he had to scrub this place Beginning to clean, fixing the scene, he could not leave a trace Her body he wrapped within the rug, and dragged it to his car So proud he felt for what he'd done, superior by far He drove to a wood, he knew quite well, not very far away And buried her in a shallow grave, where others soon would lay Keeping a lock of her long brown hair, as a grisly souvenir Now everytime he looked at this, she always would be near back to base, one last look at the place, before he did check out A new abode he must find, for peace of mind, of this he had no doubt Seedy motel, the outback of hell, no-one cares who comes or goes He easily finds, gets a room and reclines, tiredness starting to show Sleep never peaceful, mother keeps a vigil, haunting him all night Torturing his unstable mind, would ensure he'd continue his plight Next day he awakes, almost drowning in hate, for the female race Nightmares must end, another victim he'll find, evil showed on his face ******************************************************** The Stranger V - the escape The clock strikes twelve, he leaves his room Drives his car, into the gloom What does he want, this witching hour? Another innocents life, to devour The police have been looking, all around For the missing girls, though none's been found By now the body count's up to four His evil mind intends to kill many more He parks his car, by a darkened lane Sits back and awaits, one more poor Dame When in his mirror, a female figure he sees The excitement he feels, makes him weak at the knees As she gets closer, he gets out of his car She sees him and runs, but doesn't get far Her hair in his hand, he pulls out a large chunk Punching her face, she falls, and lands with a thump Now dazed he can pull her, to his back seat Pulling up her skirt, knickers to her feet Ripping at her blouse, revealing a breast The girl realising, this was her ultimate test Grabbing at his face, gouging his eyes He pulls himself back, taken quite by surprise Lifting her leg, kicks him hard on the face Gets to her handbag, to her can of mace Spraying his face till he goes blind She takes off running, help she must find Eyes burning and smarting, all in a whirl Feeling sorry for himself, and cursing this girl He must get some vision, for here he can't stay Still disbelieving, that one got away Driving real slowly, he gets back to his room Crying with self pity, and fear filled with doom His mothers voice, loud, and filling his head "You can do nothing right, son, since I've been dead" Banging his head on the wall, to get her out Her words echoing, make him scream and shout Desperate and lonely, knowing not what to do It comes to him suddenly...... lie low for a week or two...... ******************************************************* The Stranger VI - the conclusion The girl sat shaking, her mum holding her hand As she described to the police, the face of this vile man Remembering his eyes, she started to cry Seeing the hate within them, longing to see her die But her memory was sharp, a good picture was given The police now sure, the other girls were no longer living A few weeks did pass, before the bodies were found A mans dog, digging, uncovered an arm in the ground A nationwide hunt, for the stranger now started Leading them to the motel, praying he hadn't departed Surrounding his room, kicking open the door The man sat naked, filthy, his own dirt on the floor Rocking back and forth, ranting about a ghost It was obvious to all, that his mind was now lost Doctors certified him, as long term insane He would now live each day, tormented in pain The room he now stays in, is a small padded cell Where he and his mother, will forever, rot in hell !! 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