The Mad killer! (New poem by Engelen)
The Mad Killer!
The following story is based on a true event. The names have been changed to not harm any real life persons.
------------{-{@ Part I @}-}--------------
It was a cold cold morning when she woke up
Looking out the window and putting on her clothes
She made her a delicious warm chocolate cup
Before she put on her boots and gloves
She went outside, the frost on the ground
The Summer was gone, it was suddenly fall
It was silent, it was early, there was no sound
As she walked down the street to the Grid Terminal
She held a note she got in her mail
Handwritten, but straight it was written in blue
"Meet me in Rome at eight, do not fail"
So she was on her way, what else could she do?
Ah glorious Rome on a cold autumn morning
She arrived one past eight and there he stood
Suddenly her voice cried out a big warning
His evil grin was glowing under a darkened hood
With a brooding voice he laughed in her face
As chopped off her beautiful head
He vanished in a cloud of smoke without a trace
The villain was gone, the girl was dead.
------------{-{@ Part II @}-}--------------
Agent Johnson sat in his office drinking tea
When his assistant Angela came rushing in
"Sir, I think there is something you have to see"
"Today`s first job?" he asked and gave out a grin
Johnson grabbed his rifle and got out of his chair
He looked like hell, he hadnt had a thing to eat
He mumbled to him self "I cant wait to get out of here"
and grabbed Angelas hand as he rushed out on the street.
The streets in Rome was filled with people in shock
Johnson rushed past the crowd to see what it was all about
He pushed some people aside to get past the flock
And stopped up a second silently among the cries and shout
Her body was a mess, there was blood everywhere
Angela covered her eyes and backed away
Disgusted he mumbled "What the hell happened here"
Another poor victim wouldnt see the light of the day
------------{-{@ Part III @}-}--------------
They spent all day at the scene of the crime
Sitting on the bench while Omni-Med brought the body away
Angela and Johnson, talking and thinking all their time
for hours and hours until the end of the day
Angela looked at her watch, the night came creeping
The sun was gone and so was all light
The streets was empty, all the people was sleeping
Except she, Agent Johnson and the Killer in the night
All of a sudden, they heard a scream and a cry
Johnson drew his rifle and and ran towards the sound
An insane sounding laughter filled the sky
And they saw a lifeless body laying on the ground
"STOP!" Shouted Johnson to the killer on the run
But the killer just laughed and turned around
Agent Johnson aimed and shot him with his gun
and the mad killer fell dead to the ground
When he saw him he realized with his deepest fear
Now he knew who had chopped of her head
It all made sense, it all became clear
The killer was Uncle Pumpkinhead!
