Post by MissMurder on Jan 26, 2007 20:14:21 GMT -5
"Draw!" The famous last words of one actor last seen on the stage along with his co-star. Bang! Bang! The two went down, everyone shrieking in delight all over the world from their televisions. Thinking it was just acting, they all decided the show was to live on. But that was the end for awhile. As blood filled the stage, coloring the planks crimson, people began to whisper and rumors spread. Neither of the two began to stand up for an encore nor brush themselves off. The scarlet tears dripped through the wood, trickling into the darkness below. The actors' faces turned porcelain like a plastic doll and eyes rolled back in their skulls. The wounds in their heads spurted liquid like a waterfall. Both had been hit with precise aim in the temple.
Without placation, humans rioted while cops were on the case. Tests of any evidence was found unavailable. To their despair, the two would not live and the show was put into incognito. The hospital pointed fingers at the directors who pointed their fingers at the chairman of the whole production. He was a man of evil, but not so much as murder. The chairman had been framed. The hair clamped in the bullet matched the chairman's own and the bloody gun left in backstage matched his DNA. It was all puzzling how anyone would have gotten his own blood on the steel death machine or how his tassel ended up in the fringe of a cold killer.
Years later, the show rehearsed once more, failing miserably at its last attempt to re-air. Knowing this, the rest of the actors and bands have been cautious on exploiting their fame since the two who perished were on the front page of every single magazine. Very famous, indeed. One thing no one knows is that the cold-blooded murderer is amongst the latest celebrities, finding out which ones would be the better successor.
[/size]Without placation, humans rioted while cops were on the case. Tests of any evidence was found unavailable. To their despair, the two would not live and the show was put into incognito. The hospital pointed fingers at the directors who pointed their fingers at the chairman of the whole production. He was a man of evil, but not so much as murder. The chairman had been framed. The hair clamped in the bullet matched the chairman's own and the bloody gun left in backstage matched his DNA. It was all puzzling how anyone would have gotten his own blood on the steel death machine or how his tassel ended up in the fringe of a cold killer.
Years later, the show rehearsed once more, failing miserably at its last attempt to re-air. Knowing this, the rest of the actors and bands have been cautious on exploiting their fame since the two who perished were on the front page of every single magazine. Very famous, indeed. One thing no one knows is that the cold-blooded murderer is amongst the latest celebrities, finding out which ones would be the better successor.