#7 FLASH: Charley Wilks
"Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul rather be afraid of God who can destroy both body and soul in hell."
-Matthew 10:28
*FLASH*
Calm...
Relax...
Focus...
*Flash*
The heavy rain showered down on the massive city just like any other day. Jack lifted his head up letting the water rush down opon his fedora and flow off the brim creating a waterfall down the front of his face, none of it even touching his face. He unleased a bellow of steam from his mouth as his warm breath touched the cold freezing rain.
"Dargan City is one of the rare places where the rain is as cold as winter."
"Is this weather even normal for this kinda weather?"
"Not really, but hey, this is Dargan City."
*Flash*
Jack closed his eyes and took in a lung full of moist oxygen which lurked in the gloomy gray city. He looked up at the clouds and saw the dibbles of rain pouring down on his face like missiles heading for a certain direction. He squinted his eyes as his face was immediately covered with water. He heard his cigarette hiss as rain slammed into its cherry. The sun was sure out, he could see it faint glow behind the heavy and unbearable bulge of gray clouds overhead. He put his head back down letting a ton of wather fly off of his fedora on the rims as if he had his own rain gutter on the brim.
Calm...
Relax...
Focus...
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and saw the dead black cherry. He tossed the half eaten cigarette away and looked around the downtown market place. Tons of people walked the streets with their umbrella's out and open. He frowned as he noticed them all blakc. Every one of them creating a massive blanket covering the city. The white and black cars lined each other bumper to bumper. He turned his attentions back to the receiver in his ear?
*Flash*
"Did you know that Dargan City is rated the most gloomiest city in the country."
"I can believe that. Why the hell did I move here?"
"Cut the chatter." Jack ordered into their ear pieces.
*Flash*
"Group two. Are you ready?"
"Yea, but what are we looking for?"
"I don't know yet. Just hold on." He slowly made his way into the clammer of people.
*Flash*
Another white flash engulphed the room as the camera took another picture of the naked woman laying on the floor of the room. Her head laying on the couch wither her tongue stapled to her forehead and eyes stapled to hell?
*Flash*
The murder happened just recently. Whatever shape or form he has taken this time, he couldn't have gotten very far. But are the words seriel killer ever written on a man's face?