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The blood was warm and sticky on his body.
Well, this suit is ruined, he thinks. Yes, that’s it. Make a joke. Try to take your mind off the fact that you are going to die. This is it. The end of the Midnight Crusader. I hope my son doesn’t do this. It isn’t worth it. Sure, you save people from bad guys, but the thing is, there’s always more of them! You can’t win!
But…Jane…my Jane…The Midnight Crusader turns over and begins to crawl towards his car, parked in the distance.
Now
“Thank you and good night!”
James Williams walked off stage and went straight to the bar. Mary, his girlfriend, soon joined him. She looked at the drink in his hand.
“How much alcohol is that tonight, mister?”
“HaHa. Very funny.”
They kissed. The shirt James was wearing was drenched in sweat. Mary looked at it and made a face. James noticed it and smiled.
“Hey, you try singing to 40 people under those lights.”
This time it was Christine who smiled.
“Well, it was more like 20. 25, tops.”
“Let’s go home.”
James and Mary decided to walk home since the bar was only a few blocks to their apartment. The air had a certain nip to it, so James and Mary walked close together. Back at their apartment, James flopped down on their bed. Mary went into the bathroom.
“Don’t go to sleep yet, man ‘o mine.”
Mary exits the bathroom. She is wearing a lace camisole. She’s smiling.
“So what’s the surprise?”
“Ugh!”
Mary grabs a pillow and starts hitting him with it. James does the same thing to her. Then James grabs her and he kisses Mary. They fall onto the bed and James takes off his shirt. They both have a pleasant night.
In the morning, Mary has left for her job. James turns on the news.
“The serial killer known only as Jugular is still baffling the police. The killer leaves no evidence save for his name written nearby. If you have any information regarding Jugular, please contact your local authorities.”
James turns off the t.v. and the phone rings.
“Hello?…I told you not to call me. Yes, I know, but…Fine…I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Later, James pulls up to his father’s home. His father, Richard, lived in a mansion. The mansion actually looked more like a castle. Twin towers soared into the sky. All that was missing was a drawbridge. And maybe a moat.
James rung the doorbell. His father’s butler answered.
“He’s expecting you.”
The butler led James through the twisty corridors to Richard’s office. Richard looked at James.
“My reason for calling you here is simple. For the 28 years you have lived, all I have ever wanted for you is reach your potential and do something with your life. Not play in a rock and roll band. I have had enough of your ceaseless talk about how you are going to make it big someday. So, I am going to cut you off.”
“You know what? I don’t need your money. I can make it on my own!”
James storms out. He gets on his bike and rides away. James is riding like a bullet shot from a gun. He takes one of the turns too fast and he plows into a tree.
James spent a couple hours at the hospital, where they put a cast on a broken arm. He returned home and opened the door to his apartment and saw the word “Jugular” written in blood on a wall. The blood was seeping down onto the cd player. Mary was on the couch. Her neck was slashed.
She was dead.
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