After many hours of zero information or calls from Matt or his crew, Fate was soon informed by her father and got a heads up by one of his friends on the force. Soon Ken found out by watching the news and a call that his brother was killed along with finding evidence of the bodies along with many men/women who were his underlings that were burned to a crisp. He went from being shocked to angry to absolute red hot fury!! The furious Ken wanted revenge by any means necessary HAHAHAHAHA! Kind of anticlimactic if I do say so myself; they destroyed my life but after I killed one of their accomplices? I hope you understand boys and girls, sniveling is for pussies and I'm ready to add another hole to the deadly orgy that they have created! Out of all the people I think the next target is going to be one that I had to make a special order for. But first, let's head to a local diner in Charlotte, North Carolina where Ron was sitting in, looking at the news, truly terrified seeing that one of his friends/business partner was dead after a week of silence. He didn't believe in ghosts or deadmen coming from the grave like many horror movies that you see or just glimpse of especially after what happened with DeAndre… He has thought about that night for years always thinking about it to himself; why the fuck would that dipshit come and watch something so horrible especially with everything going on in his life as he should've just let fate go & move on with the house arrest? You see, Ron was not one for taking responsibility as he was a worm who took advantage of any situation in a narcissist who believed he could do no wrong. For years he had made his own pornos to listen to women that he liked which turned into something illegal once he started working with Matt & Ken by making snuff films either having to do with molestation, CP, blackmail & homicides. Either way, Ronnie loved being the guy behind the camera because before he was hesitant and scared that he would get busted but as time went on he grew to get aroused by it. Ron would even jerk off to it and giggle like a child knowing that they got away with stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. There were even videos of him forcing himself on a few women with the help of Matt and Ken…. But now.. "Excuse me sir, sir?" Ronnie came back to reality, put his phone away and undid one of his headphones remembering that he came to this diner to get some food Just to realize that not only was one of his business partners dead but also the fact that he needed comfort food even more now. "What would you like to order?" Ronnie apologized to the waitress but not before giggling, feeling a little embarrassed however it was not enough to where he wasn't checking out the waitress who was trying to talk to him and get his order. Ron didn't notice the disgust from the waitress as much as the sudden arrival of a man walking in who had many people's attention as he passed them by. Ron cuts the small talk and begins telling the waitress his order. "I want a Reese's pieces milkshake with Bacon cheeseburger with lotta fries but no pick-'' The African-American illegal cameraman couldn't finish his order since the man quickly grabbed Ron by his teeth from behind, chucking Ron out of the window with ALOT of force!!! For many people everything happened quickly but for a run it was almost in slow motion from the sensation of feeling his jaw being stretched and tugged as if they were handlebars to the sensation of being thrown through a glass window. Ron was not a small guy in his 20s, he was a 28 year old man with a body weight of 350 pounds on him. Which made things even more surprising how he was shocked like a frisbee out the window. Everyone watched Ron like a slinky down the stairs until he landed on into a pickup truck and left a large dent in it with glass from one side of the truck landing on him in shards. People ran out of the diner while others were shot and stayed in place but then there were a few that hid under the table. Suddenly, a clicking sound could be heard from a double barrel shotgun when the man (ME!) was going to go after Ronnie. "HEY! YOU ARE GONNA PLAY FOR THAT!!!" The cook shouted holding a shotgun rifle, but the man wrapped in bandages could see that the chef was not only terrified but pissing his pants, it was easy to tell & easy to smell. Speaking of smells, the smell of evil on this chef's breath could be seen. Not only one's breath of evil but also the label that is on ones forehead as a chef had "cannibal" which made the man grin in sheer delight when he tossed his knife which missed the chef but when the knife hit the wall the man wrapped in bandages disappeared but before the chef had the chance to react, he was stabbed in his back by the sacrificial knife that the bandaged man wore. The chief was terrified, looking behind him to see the man who was wrapped from head to toe with bandages but he could also see the burnt skin underneath it as if he was no longer human anymore. The chief could only drop his gun and asked his last question since he could feel his blood not running down his spine but being absorbed into that knife as it wasn't natural. "Who are you, why are you doing this?" The Man realized that Ronnie had gotten away in his car which pissed him off even further but he smiled once more realizing that the chef / cook was still here as the perfect substitute, for now. The chief wanted to squeal, wanted to beg for his life but his pride in front of others did not let him do that. He tried to fight back but he was unable to since the blade was still in his back & he felt cold, his blood was still being absorbed until the knife was pulled out leaving the chief smiling thinking that he was going to make it even though she felt a bit paralyzed from the waist down. However, the worst was yet to come….
After a few hours, this man (who indeed was me) made things worse where every single last person in the diner was forced to sit down as each of them had their own piece of sin, not to worry though as they were going to pay for their sins by having a sweet slice of roasted 'chief' pie. Some try to run just to get shot in the knee caps and put back in their seat while others try to bite their tongue just to be put in a device that would force them to eat it. Many were very hesitant but they learned QUICKLY that he had no choice when they saw the double barrel shotgun pointed at them.
Any time they tried to persuade me to stop this, I would scratch the chalkboard to interrupt them and make sure that their ears bleed or better yet whistle to call upon my allies which led to the floor trembling as they could feel some kind of black liquid wrapping around their legs and touching them as if it felt like something was wanting them to make a mistake. One person did test the waters and ended up being dragged in the most gruesome way possible as nothing was left as the drain took that person along with their blood and bones….
Sure, you probably think that I'm cruel for doing this but let me calm your sensitive minds and tell you that I would make the adults including the waitress eat the cannibal pie while the children got something different as they were innocent in all of this and they got either a normal dessert or something good to eat like chicken nuggets or a burger while their parents we're having to eat the chef.
Name:
The Cook AKA Lawrence Stacy
Age:
46
Status:
Dead
Date Of Death:
February, 5, 2025
Time of death:
10:12 am
Cause of death:
Culinary Homicide & Cannibal Culinary
Perpetrator:
Unknown
By the time I left, the police finally showed up and helped the hostages out as they were all traumatized by the events that transpired, many of them didn't expect something like that to happen as they all were given a note from their executioner which talked about each & every last one of their sins in just one word each: murderer, rapist, pedophile, Etc. It went on and on and on for each & every last one of them. One of the parents was missing A child….. Police didn't know that the child was being abused by her parents (sexually by her father & mentally by her mother). … It's amazing what happens when you die and you're able to see the sins of others. Heck, I've done it so many times that I can see ghosts. Sure I did something illegal, sue me! I just had a gut feeling that I needed to get this kid out of there. So I took the girl to the library so she can relax while having me go into a drugstore to get her medicine that she needed. But it couldn't hurt me anymore nor could the words of others. All that I feared before was a distant memory & all I cared about right now was getting my revenge, but first I need to get this girl out of the south as she could go anywhere as I gave her enough money to start a new life. Why did I do this? Because she reminded me of my little sister. I would never do anything to try and hurt her or put her through hell, even if I had my moments of paranoia but I would still care about my family… I gave her extra money so she could have her plane ticket along with a fake passport that I was going to use to get out of the country after this was all over but it seemed like that was not in the cards… we stood there for a moment in the airport with people staring at us. But wouldn't you? I was a tall man with bone sticking out of my back and a bone tail coming out of my ass along with bandages wrapped all around my body and multi eye color to boot, Hell it looks like I just got hit by the ugly branch that fell off every single twig just to land on my face to make sure that I was extra ugly while she looked like every teenage dream girl in the gothic setting. Slit wrist markings and bruises on her body from her father along with the piercings to boot…. Suddenly, she hugged me and whispered…. ".. They had used me for years ever since I was eight, I tried running away but they would always find me and plead innocent, I don't know why you did all of this for me, but thanks.." ….She spoke before running off to the terminal and leaving me stunned as if I was the hero that she needed which put a smile on my face, made me proud to know that my revenge had at least a bloodstained silver lining. I never got her name but I hope that we NEVER see her again as I feared that if she stayed with me I might have done something wicked, those thoughts running through my mind and the cravings to punish all coursing through my veins. Before I knew it I was puking my guts out into the nearest bathroom male or female it didn't matter to me as I had a man hunt to accomplish as no one was going to stop me from doing so. Later the police were notified of the man that looked similar and looked like the man from the diner, however all they found was a toilet filled with a sticky red liquid & bugs of all kinds, legal and non-legal, lethal and non-lethal, the inspector was concerned as much as he was confused as there was more to all of this but how far down the rabbit hole was he going down and wondering if himself along with his team were even qualified for this type of situation… The Next Day, Ron was at his home trying his best to put everything away and get out of dodge as it was obvious that he was scared for his life. From the look in his attacker's eyes, it was clear to him that the ghost from his past was back and out for vengeance. His blood pressure was high, fractured skull & neck, his arm in a slink since it was snapped, broken ribs, blood clots and not to mention a few damaged / loose teeth that were hanging like chandelier pieces. Fate was calling him constantly after the news coverage about the diner, but Ron was so preoccupied when he was trying to get everything situated. He had his passport ready and enough snacks for his flight that he won't be bored along with enough money to make sure that his time in Sweden would be salvageable… Too bad those were all pipe dreams when the moment he looked out the window was the same moment-
BANG!The last thing Ron saw me holding a rifle in hand as it shot through the glass of his window and into the center of his chest… he dropped to the ground making his whole entire house shake as if a bomb went off. Oh don't worry boys & girls, I was not going to kill him that easily because shooting him was going to be the least of his problems….I just shot him with a tranquilizer dart that would knock them out for a while as I had big plans for this traitor…. Ron absolutely woke up from the sound of water drops from a loose faucet, darkness surrounding him, leaving him blind to his surroundings but the moment he moved or tried to move Ron realized the pain that had been hidden from him! Ron's screams echoed as he was hooked to something that had indeed punctured his spine and the fact that he was dangling meant that he was up in the air somewhere. Even his arms were hooked and chained which made his screams even more unbearable as he cried and screamed for help like the pig that he was. He cried for help and begged for someone to help him as he even pissed himself not knowing that there was a bucket beneath him. Soon lights started to turn on left and right blinding him for a moment then realizing that he was not only hung up and hooked but he was being filmed in a meat locker, it was obvious to tell from the smell of dead meat and the animal carcasses that were hanging beside him. "Come come now, that's no way a star is supposed to act, because after all, Ronnie, this is your big production moment to be remembered ALL ACROSS THE DARK WEB!!!! So a child murderer once said: "Welcome To Prime Time Bitch!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!." If Ronnie wasn't scared before he was now because this wasn't a ghost or a zombie this was a true ghoul, vengeance incarnate who was going to kill him in the worst way possible. He was all alone and he had only himself to blame…