Michael Robertson, age 6, kidnapped from home while parents slept. His body found a day before you got back. Until FRIDAY sent you an urgent message- another child victimized a few days into the mission, this one resulting in death. As begrudgingly as you felt at the time, it did help to be away from the white noise of the scanners. Clint sided with him believing a break away from the case would help. From the smaller missions you traded or tried to give away to other teammates- to the many nights you kept the middle of his and Clint’s bed empty.īoth men clearly remembered the cold shoulder you served them when Steve sent you out on a two week mission, pulling rank and ordering you to comply. Steve was well-aware how this case was taking over your attention. Michael Robertson’s small body recovered from river. This monster needed to be stopped before he broke more toys and threw them away completely.īut it was always the same- until it wasn’t. It was a grim thought you always had when reviewing the crime photos, it was like the children were his play things and he was simply plucking them off the floor, clearing them away when he was done with them. Then he’d ransack the homes, randomly pocketing worthless items before leaving. If victimizing the children out of their innocence wasn’t monstrous enough, he’d hog tie them with duct tape and hide them away in their closets or stuff them into toy chests. He threatened to kill the parents and siblings of the terrified children to keep them quiet and pliable.įamilies were terrified for their children, scared their homes would be next. The boogeyman kept breaking into homes in the middle of the night to preform heinous acts. The print design was too timelessly popular and none of the victims left living could describe him.Īnd with no leads, the crimes continued. A small something to help narrow down his age, but unfortunately no.
You hoped the sentimental criminal slipped up on a small detail, perhaps overlooking the copyright year by the licensed character design. One detective scribbled a possibility that the intruder’s gags meant he was sentimental- and this was a way to intimately share himself and be closer to the victims. Police thought the sexual intruder, dubbed the boogeyman, was ripping up his own childhood blanket to use in his assaults. FRIDAY displayed the crime photos that showcased how the arrangement made an old, faded cartoon character emerge. A dark line of all the better to hush them with came to your mind.Īccording to the notes, the gags’ frayed ends matched each other when lined up. Which is where you read that the gags he placed between the children’s teeth- were all torn from what they determined to be one main source, a blanket. Ever vigilant to highlight any details or new findings from the police mainframe about the intruder, who was preying on families with young children. Maps and photos hugged your wall with notes crisscrossing over other various notes.įRIDAY recorded the scans and police emails when you were away. It was a haunting police case taking up your attention in between the missions. You’ve listened to scans and phone calls, examined emails and files, plotted an idea of homegrown justice, and researched possible suspects.
You knew FRIDAY could simply stream the chatter, but there was something nostalgic about pushing buttons and twirling knobs. The police scanner bounced off your old Tower bedroom walls again. Tormented whimpers, broken sobs and dying struggles for breath all his suffering brought a sense of warm achievement in your chest. Tossing the weapon to the side, you eyed the new bastardized art piece. Blood spilled out, a waterfall between his legs.
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Adrenaline slowed and your knuckles cracked as you jerkily loosened the grip on the hammer. Much.”ĭeafening screams filled the house as you connected again and again, bludgeoning his depravity.īursts of air flared from your nostrils, while you tried to collect yourself and settle your breathing.īlood dribbled down the end of the hammer adding to the growing puddle of inside-out remains between you both. Because this is going to hurt,” you reeled the weapon back behind your head. “Don’t forget to scream- just like they did. Taking a step away from him, you twirled the hammer in your hand. “I would say sorry for not having smaller hands, since that’s what you prefer… and this’ll be the last time you feel anything warm on it…” you snarled at him coldly, “but we both know I’m not.”
Halloween Challenge- Are You Afraid of the Dark you for hosting! Hope you have a fantastically Haunted and Happy Halloween! Warnings: 18+, dark reader, blood/gore, serial killer similar to Albert Fish- mentions of sexual assault and death against children- no description, home invasion, kidnapping, cannibalism, body parts, murder Summary: Reader extracts revenge against a monster.
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