Post by Jer on Sept 1, 2006 16:55:56 GMT -5
So this isn't poety, but this is the only place where I thought it could fit in right now. ;D I started the inital idea of this story last year and kind of neglected it, but now I'm trying to start fresh with adding new details and such. I honestly don't have the whole plot down now, just the idea and the ending (which is, btw, shocking...hehe) so just e-mail or post suggestions thatyou have where the story might could turn. Enjoy!
EVERGLOW
__________________Prologue_______________
Stanson, IL.
Jan 13 2008
1:34 AM
Briar Road
The night wind briskly whipped through the trees, making the
leaves bow to the onslaught and causing a few birds sitting on
the branches to flutter with confusion for a few seconds before
realizing there was no danger and settlingback in. Shadows from
the streetlights jumped out from every dark alleyway and
corner, daring any passerby to take a step out of the light to see
what awaited them. Stanson, a small town with a
population of only 10,000, was already quiet for the night except for the ever present clubs and casinos here and there scattered
along the street, and the occasional drunk or stray passerby walking or stumbling along, making their way back home or at least to any kind of refuge from the freezing 20 degree weather.
In the alleyway between Akense Apartments and Stanson Pharmaceutical, a shadow dislodged itself from between the
buildings and took on the shape of a human. For anyone with a
view from above, they would have noticed the protrusion from the left hand…a weapon of some fashion. The figure crept quietly to the end of the alley, looked left and right, and satisfied that no one was witnessing its departure, hurried out of the alleyway and crouched down quietly in front of the door to room 20 on the first floor of Akense Apartments. Yes, this was exactly where it wanted to be. Taking a toolkit out of a shoulder slung backpack, the shadow quietly took out a set of tools and begin working on the lock. Hearing a rustling, it looked back quickly. Nothing except the leaves blowing down the street. Click. The lock disengaged as the figure turned the knob and silently entered. Yes, this was a good night. A silent smile lit up on the soon-to-be murder’s face, turned eerie and twisted by the soft glow of the standing lamp.
Very good indeed.
________________Chapter1_________________________
Stanson, IL
Jan. 13, 2008
5:56 AM
Akense Apartment # 20
“Well, this is just about all of it”, Stated Stanson Police Department Chief Ronnie Sterwood to his partner Sonny Adams, who was occupied with leaning over the corpse and scribbling notes frantically in his mini notebook with a white plastic pen. He looked down at his hands and noticed blood stains left from examining the body when his glove tore, exposing his skin
to only Lord knew what kind of bacteria from the gun shot. He cursed quietly under his breath and jerked a paper towel off of a nearby roll, wet it with water from a nearby sink, and scrubbed vigorously at the stain. After satisfied with the results, he turned and walked back up the hall of apartment 20 inside Akense Apartments.
The place was nice to a point. Sure, being twenty-five years old it was a fixer upper, but every apartment was kept in at least decent looking order. Ronnie snickered and looked around the tight, cramped apartment.Must seem nice enough to be paying $800 a month, Ronnie thought dryly to Himself.
Hefty andnearly bald at age 55, he had loved police work ever since he played cops and robbers with his next door neighbor Jody Parker when he was five. He always insisted on being the cop. “No facts, no prints, no evidence; we’re lucky that the murder even left us a body”. He snorted as he walked back over to the victim and knelt down to look at the crime scene once more. A clean bullet hole right through the head scarred the lady’s right temple. Most likely struck the brain, killed her instantly, he reasoned.
He tiredly scanned the room with a 32 year experienced eye, taking in all the detail once more, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Just the familiar nostalgia found in older people’s homes: a standing floor lamp placed by the front door, a couple pieces of furniture littering the interior of the living room, a wooden bookshelf with what had to be hundreds of books…nothing unusual, nothing out of place…. Sterwood sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes. It had been a long night from
three disturbance calls and ten speeding tickets, now this. “Hey Ronnie!” Adams yelled from the front door “I got some ID on the lady from the owner!” Adams was tall and
lanky for his age of 45, to anyone who saw him on the street he seemed to be in pretty fit health, but the truth was he was scheduled more doctor visits than he liked to admit.
Sauntering in, he stood over Sterwood, surveying the scene for himself again. “Poor lady; her name was Teresa Gulline, 66 years old, native of Jackson, MS. Been divorced for 15
years from her husband, Ted Paine, has 2 kids: Bill and Jan, 27 and 30. Don’t have a record on police files; she hasn’t even been pulled over for speeding before.” Ronnie and Sonny quietly chuckled, knowing that was quite a feat to pull off, driving for 49 years and never get caught speeding. “She must have been taught well” Ronnie quipped thoughtfully. He sighed and reached to his breast pocket of his police uniform for his pack of lights before remembering he had kicked the habit two weeks ago. The doc had pretty much done everything but tie him down and take cigarettes from him. “Good thing the guy next door heard the commotion and gunshot and called the police or else there’s
no telling how long it would have taken to find the body.” He searched his pockets and came up with a peppermint instead. Oh well, at least mints don’t cause cancer. “Well, what’s your opinion of what happened?” Ronnie questioned, unwrapping the mint and popping it into his mouth. Sonny scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling. “I think that it was a simple case of breaking and entering, to be honest. Bad guy (or girl) hears
about Gulline’s wealth, comes up with a harebrained idea to pull off a robbery, sneaks over at night, picks lock, and walks in. About that time Gulline hears something and wakes up, goes to see what the noise was, robber freaks and pulls a gun. It’s over like that. Case closed. Period, paragraph.”
Sonny nodded, thinking over the theory carefully. “Sounds like it would work; the problem is we’re going to have a hard time cuffing a suspect when there isn’t a shred of evidence left behind. Ronny made the face that he used when he was thinking hard. “Oh, well let’s take a look around the rooms one more time before we go, then we’ll head back to the station and report homicide.” He silently cursed again thinking about how long and boring those reports could be, especially with out any evidence or killer. He automatically felt guilty for letting his curse slip and silently reprimanded himself. That was a habit he hadn’t kicked yet and he wanted it gone before his wife and had their first kid, due in just a little over a month. The last thing he needed was a 3 year old in the future years running around the kitchen swearing like a sailor.
Adams and Sterwood walked down the short 8 foot hall in silence and turned into the small bedroom. And then froze. A dark figure on the other side of the room looked up silently from where he was still calmly taking out stacks of $100 bills from the room’s floor safe. Both police automatically drew their handguns and Sonny yelled “Police! Get your hands up to where I can see them NOW! “
“So I guess that is the sign for me to throw up my hands and beg you not to kill me?" rumbled a unidentifiable , cold voice from the blanket of darkness,“too bad you’ll never have a chance.” Faster than the law enforcement could act, the shadow pulled a square object out from under his coat, aimed it at both police officers, and pushed a button. The high setting on a taser can be lethal, especially to two older men with heart problems. Eyes rolling up in their head, they both hit the ground almost simultaneously, slightly convulsing before becoming still.
The killer stood up, the long black cloak hiding the features save for high boots and a black sski mask. Then, after placing a Bible in between the two men, the one and only piece of
evidence that both of them had missed lying beside Ms. Gulline, the shadow vanished out the window.
_________Chapter 2 ___________________
Stanson High School
June 15, 2008
7:45 AM
southern hall
I stand alone, no friends around at the time being, just watching the halls fill up with teenagers who look as if they’d rather be anywhere but here. In this learning environment. God forbid that they even learn anything that will get them a job, money, and a future. I watch, disgusted, as the “cool” kids, wearing designer clothes, brush by me like I’m invisible. Where in the world do they get the money for that kind of junk? I don’t use my money for pieces of cloth. I smile quietly to myself. My money is used more
wisely. To make people pay for their mistakes. Just like that old lady got what was coming to her a few nights ago. I love seeing the confusion, then seeing the horror, then hearing the terrified scream. It’s like a drug to me. I shoulder my backpack and tuck my Bible under my arm. “Vengeance is MINE”. I whisper quietly, getting lost in the crowd.
Dont get too close to the darkness...
YOU JUST MIGHT BECOME IT.
Everglow
A new novel by Jeremy Ashley
Coming 2007
EVERGLOW
__________________Prologue_______________
Stanson, IL.
Jan 13 2008
1:34 AM
Briar Road
The night wind briskly whipped through the trees, making the
leaves bow to the onslaught and causing a few birds sitting on
the branches to flutter with confusion for a few seconds before
realizing there was no danger and settlingback in. Shadows from
the streetlights jumped out from every dark alleyway and
corner, daring any passerby to take a step out of the light to see
what awaited them. Stanson, a small town with a
population of only 10,000, was already quiet for the night except for the ever present clubs and casinos here and there scattered
along the street, and the occasional drunk or stray passerby walking or stumbling along, making their way back home or at least to any kind of refuge from the freezing 20 degree weather.
In the alleyway between Akense Apartments and Stanson Pharmaceutical, a shadow dislodged itself from between the
buildings and took on the shape of a human. For anyone with a
view from above, they would have noticed the protrusion from the left hand…a weapon of some fashion. The figure crept quietly to the end of the alley, looked left and right, and satisfied that no one was witnessing its departure, hurried out of the alleyway and crouched down quietly in front of the door to room 20 on the first floor of Akense Apartments. Yes, this was exactly where it wanted to be. Taking a toolkit out of a shoulder slung backpack, the shadow quietly took out a set of tools and begin working on the lock. Hearing a rustling, it looked back quickly. Nothing except the leaves blowing down the street. Click. The lock disengaged as the figure turned the knob and silently entered. Yes, this was a good night. A silent smile lit up on the soon-to-be murder’s face, turned eerie and twisted by the soft glow of the standing lamp.
Very good indeed.
________________Chapter1_________________________
Stanson, IL
Jan. 13, 2008
5:56 AM
Akense Apartment # 20
“Well, this is just about all of it”, Stated Stanson Police Department Chief Ronnie Sterwood to his partner Sonny Adams, who was occupied with leaning over the corpse and scribbling notes frantically in his mini notebook with a white plastic pen. He looked down at his hands and noticed blood stains left from examining the body when his glove tore, exposing his skin
to only Lord knew what kind of bacteria from the gun shot. He cursed quietly under his breath and jerked a paper towel off of a nearby roll, wet it with water from a nearby sink, and scrubbed vigorously at the stain. After satisfied with the results, he turned and walked back up the hall of apartment 20 inside Akense Apartments.
The place was nice to a point. Sure, being twenty-five years old it was a fixer upper, but every apartment was kept in at least decent looking order. Ronnie snickered and looked around the tight, cramped apartment.Must seem nice enough to be paying $800 a month, Ronnie thought dryly to Himself.
Hefty andnearly bald at age 55, he had loved police work ever since he played cops and robbers with his next door neighbor Jody Parker when he was five. He always insisted on being the cop. “No facts, no prints, no evidence; we’re lucky that the murder even left us a body”. He snorted as he walked back over to the victim and knelt down to look at the crime scene once more. A clean bullet hole right through the head scarred the lady’s right temple. Most likely struck the brain, killed her instantly, he reasoned.
He tiredly scanned the room with a 32 year experienced eye, taking in all the detail once more, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Just the familiar nostalgia found in older people’s homes: a standing floor lamp placed by the front door, a couple pieces of furniture littering the interior of the living room, a wooden bookshelf with what had to be hundreds of books…nothing unusual, nothing out of place…. Sterwood sighed and rubbed his hands over his eyes. It had been a long night from
three disturbance calls and ten speeding tickets, now this. “Hey Ronnie!” Adams yelled from the front door “I got some ID on the lady from the owner!” Adams was tall and
lanky for his age of 45, to anyone who saw him on the street he seemed to be in pretty fit health, but the truth was he was scheduled more doctor visits than he liked to admit.
Sauntering in, he stood over Sterwood, surveying the scene for himself again. “Poor lady; her name was Teresa Gulline, 66 years old, native of Jackson, MS. Been divorced for 15
years from her husband, Ted Paine, has 2 kids: Bill and Jan, 27 and 30. Don’t have a record on police files; she hasn’t even been pulled over for speeding before.” Ronnie and Sonny quietly chuckled, knowing that was quite a feat to pull off, driving for 49 years and never get caught speeding. “She must have been taught well” Ronnie quipped thoughtfully. He sighed and reached to his breast pocket of his police uniform for his pack of lights before remembering he had kicked the habit two weeks ago. The doc had pretty much done everything but tie him down and take cigarettes from him. “Good thing the guy next door heard the commotion and gunshot and called the police or else there’s
no telling how long it would have taken to find the body.” He searched his pockets and came up with a peppermint instead. Oh well, at least mints don’t cause cancer. “Well, what’s your opinion of what happened?” Ronnie questioned, unwrapping the mint and popping it into his mouth. Sonny scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling. “I think that it was a simple case of breaking and entering, to be honest. Bad guy (or girl) hears
about Gulline’s wealth, comes up with a harebrained idea to pull off a robbery, sneaks over at night, picks lock, and walks in. About that time Gulline hears something and wakes up, goes to see what the noise was, robber freaks and pulls a gun. It’s over like that. Case closed. Period, paragraph.”
Sonny nodded, thinking over the theory carefully. “Sounds like it would work; the problem is we’re going to have a hard time cuffing a suspect when there isn’t a shred of evidence left behind. Ronny made the face that he used when he was thinking hard. “Oh, well let’s take a look around the rooms one more time before we go, then we’ll head back to the station and report homicide.” He silently cursed again thinking about how long and boring those reports could be, especially with out any evidence or killer. He automatically felt guilty for letting his curse slip and silently reprimanded himself. That was a habit he hadn’t kicked yet and he wanted it gone before his wife and had their first kid, due in just a little over a month. The last thing he needed was a 3 year old in the future years running around the kitchen swearing like a sailor.
Adams and Sterwood walked down the short 8 foot hall in silence and turned into the small bedroom. And then froze. A dark figure on the other side of the room looked up silently from where he was still calmly taking out stacks of $100 bills from the room’s floor safe. Both police automatically drew their handguns and Sonny yelled “Police! Get your hands up to where I can see them NOW! “
“So I guess that is the sign for me to throw up my hands and beg you not to kill me?" rumbled a unidentifiable , cold voice from the blanket of darkness,“too bad you’ll never have a chance.” Faster than the law enforcement could act, the shadow pulled a square object out from under his coat, aimed it at both police officers, and pushed a button. The high setting on a taser can be lethal, especially to two older men with heart problems. Eyes rolling up in their head, they both hit the ground almost simultaneously, slightly convulsing before becoming still.
The killer stood up, the long black cloak hiding the features save for high boots and a black sski mask. Then, after placing a Bible in between the two men, the one and only piece of
evidence that both of them had missed lying beside Ms. Gulline, the shadow vanished out the window.
_________Chapter 2 ___________________
Stanson High School
June 15, 2008
7:45 AM
southern hall
I stand alone, no friends around at the time being, just watching the halls fill up with teenagers who look as if they’d rather be anywhere but here. In this learning environment. God forbid that they even learn anything that will get them a job, money, and a future. I watch, disgusted, as the “cool” kids, wearing designer clothes, brush by me like I’m invisible. Where in the world do they get the money for that kind of junk? I don’t use my money for pieces of cloth. I smile quietly to myself. My money is used more
wisely. To make people pay for their mistakes. Just like that old lady got what was coming to her a few nights ago. I love seeing the confusion, then seeing the horror, then hearing the terrified scream. It’s like a drug to me. I shoulder my backpack and tuck my Bible under my arm. “Vengeance is MINE”. I whisper quietly, getting lost in the crowd.
Dont get too close to the darkness...
YOU JUST MIGHT BECOME IT.
Everglow
A new novel by Jeremy Ashley
Coming 2007