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       #Post#: 133--------------------------------------------------
       Smile
       By: Owlman Date: August 3, 2015, 4:41 pm
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       Kingpin has dropped off the face of the earth. Things were quite
       in japan,I was the top dog and I almost eliminated crime itself.
       New York has dozens of suits running around I had to stick out
       weirdly enough. But ever since the savage attack things were
       quiet people too quick to belive that the criminals learned that
       it wasint smart to commit crimes anymore. I knew the truth some
       people diddint care if they were going to he caught some people
       want to hurt others.
       "Was the seen when the police were alerted to a woman mid 20s
       was found dead-"
       "In the water tower above this new york hotel-"
       "Face carved in a sickening way to make a smile-"
       That was the first. The first murder in a string that did not
       make sense to even me. I got there before the police, guests had
       been complaining of the water tasting metallic like and being a
       slight brown color. And as owner of this chain of hotels I had
       my own intreats.
       Inside the tower was the bloated corpse of woman she'd be in
       there for days,I'm just happy I diddint have to smell it do to
       the glass that covered my face.
       I activated my detective mode on my cowl and noticed a Few
       things that peaked my intreats. Eliza Lamb. Mid 20s and a
       popular person on the social media sights. Even through the
       bloated corpse a very visible smile could be seen I diddint look
       at it long. I looked down and saw a 4 carved into her chest.
       I jumped out and looked at the cameras on my wrist computer I
       went through the last week and saw her in an elevator 2 days
       ago.
       She ran in and smashed on any key to close the doors, she looked
       out of the elevator barley enough to see down the hall and
       ducked back in. This went on for 2 minutes. Eventually she saw
       something she diddint like and ran down the hall. 10 seconds
       after she did that the doors close. The other cameras for that
       floor were broken that night no finger prints.
       The sirens tell me my time is up I mark this for further review
       and run off into the night.
       "Man I love coffee. Don't you man?...I think I like it because
       it gives me the boost I need you know? Or maybe because it's
       warm I don't know."
       "..."
       "You aren't very talkative are you? Well how you doing at work
       then?"
       "..."
       "Fine then. More coffee for me."
       "In other news the Lamb hotel was met with a horror late last
       night as-"
       "Ah another one?...cant belive they found my work that quick." I
       finish my cup of coffee and move back to my friend
       "Alright mark that's my cue you know just gotta make a few last
       minute adjustments."
       I take the knife from my jacket pocket and carve the number 7
       into his chest. I set his body up in an upright position and
       give him the newspaper I was reading and a cup of coffee.
       "Now keep smiling alright?"
       I take his phone and text some people on his contacts then I run
       from the house and into the forest. After a minute with the
       house barley in the distance I call the police.
       "Hello?"
       "This is 911 what's your emergency?"
       "I'd like to report a murder."
       "Where are you sir? What's your location?"
       "Oh...where's the fun in that?"
       I hang up and break my phone and throw it into the forest and
       turn and run back into the night.
       #Post#: 134--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Smile
       By: Owlman Date: August 3, 2015, 6:39 pm
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       2 WEEKS LATER
       The police got another tip off for another murder. One that
       matches the MO of the previous cases. In the two weeks since the
       first I have gotten no evidence whoever is doing this is simply
       a ghost. The house was the dream for a suburban white
       family,white picket fence,two floors the works. The second I
       walked in though the atmosphere changed. The door was forced
       that much was obvious. I walked into the kitchen and it was
       ransacked food and water was missing.
       Killer homeless?
       I walked up to the main bedroom. Wife mid thirties stomuch cut
       open, blood everywhere,the victim appears to not be wearing
       clothes. Across the hall was a computer room it was a blue
       screen with a man dead in the chair. I kick him across the room
       because while I was working he kept....staring. it was creepy as
       fuck. Made him face the wall but that made things worse so I
       stuck him in the closet. I open it and another woman falls on
       top of me.
       After changing my owl pants I go back to the computer and take
       the hard drive I have my cowl recording my sweep through the
       house and I look at the computer screen and see three words on
       it.
       Go to sleep.
       Detective's note:
       The victim's body was found in a similar state to that of the
       young girl in the closet. Despite numerous blood tests, we could
       not identify the girl. In fact, due to the lack of a missing
       person's report, the fact that no one came forward to claim her
       remains or to try to solve the case of the murder, and because
       no blood test matched anyone we tested, it seemed like the girl
       never really existed. (Ha what a loser, no friends)
       We have confirmed that the hacking came from the abandoned
       mental hospital;
       (Is it hacking though? The dude guessed the password for his
       wifi )
       however, there is no explanation as to how this was timed so
       close together. We have issued an arrest warrant but no officer
       wants to enter the ruins in fear of his or her life.
       (Fuking pussies m8)
       The only break we got was a witness sighting of an extremely
       unusual and frightening creature running into the hospital a few
       days later. From the witness' testimony, we noticed a shocking
       similarity between the face of the deranged mental hospital
       inhabitant.
       Detective's note 2
       
       I have been searching for more information regarding the killer.
       To my horror, I have found nothing. A long list of killings
       similar to this dating back 20 years and 0 convictions. The last
       string of murders ended in the burning of a house with a girl
       and her family inside. The woman survived but with horrible
       scars and burns. Tried to track her down and guess what?
       Dissapeared.
       THE FOLLOWING IS THE LAST KNOWN WORDS OF AN NYPD DETECTIVE WHO
       SAW THE KILLER
       The most terrifying fact of all, though, lies in my personal
       experience. After writing this report, I heard strange sounds
       throughout my home. Figuring it was nothing, I continued doing
       research on the killer. The banging noises got louder and
       louder. I searched outside, thinking maybe a bird was injured.
       As I stepped to my door, however, I noticed movement in the
       door. It was him the same smile I saw those years ago. Those
       dark black eyes, he Ran at me and I took my firearm and fired at
       him as he ran off into the night.
       I know I am in danger, so I have set up constant surveillance
       around my home to protect myself. I still see bright along with
       the rare but still horrifying laughter of which only a true
       psychotic serial killer can provide. I don't know how much
       longer it will be until we catch him, but, if he keeps making
       these mistakes, then we'll have a solid identity and an
       air-tight case. I feel we are on the brink of taking him in, for
       I keep hearing laughter and banging sounds that are escalating
       in volume, and I also am seeing an odd orb of light in the
       distance. I have radioed fellow police to the scene, but the
       radio has gone dead. The light is getting closer, and I have my
       gun ready. It's him. I can see his face. Time tot
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       jujujujujujujujujyhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
       jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj/
       Hello everyone. I don't like that this story is being published,
       but oh well. It's not like any of you could catch a demon of my
       caliber. The detective is now dead. The journal is over. And
       it's quite hilarious, because, in viewing this document, I have
       logged every single one of your IP addresses and know exactly
       where you are. For example: One of you works at a Cousin's on
       Drexel boulevard, one of you lives in Burbank, one of you lives
       on East avenue, one of you goes to University and has a roommate
       named Becky, one of you is going to Iowa, one of you goes to is
       quite the whiz at the piano... The list goes on and on.
       I know where you work. I know your friends. Your family. Your
       loved ones. I know everything. Soon, all of that will be taken
       from you. Upon reading this message from me, you should start
       hearing odd noises and feel a sense of fear and dysphoria wash
       over you. You will become anxious and frantic for no logical
       reason. The banging isn't the building you reside in. It's
       something else. Something quite sinister. Something that wants
       your blood. If I don't get you, I will get those you love and
       care about. You, the one shivering in your chair and has a
       girlfriend named Jessica with whom you live with... She's mine.
       You aren't safe. Heh. Hahahaha. AHAHAHAHHH!!!!
       I think it's time for you to go to sleep. :) I'll be in shortly.
       P.S. Whomever is the one that's a junior at Kettle Moraine...
       You're cute. I'll take my time with you.
       #Post#: 135--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Smile
       By: Owlman Date: August 4, 2015, 6:45 pm
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       I tracked all the people that were mentioned in the post. All
       were already dead except for one. The one with the boyfriend.
       Annie Albert. Straight A student and dating the quater back for
       their high school.
       I've been watching her for days and put a tracker on her phone
       to see messages. I had started to belive it was just a hoax when
       it happened.
       annie9601.31you asleep??mcdavey01.31no.. guess you're not either
       :p
       annie9601.32can't.. its the wind.. sounds like cats fighting.
       whats your excuse? mcdavey01.32studying :(
       annie9601.32so that's what they call porn now? :p
       mcdavey01.32 annie wtf!!!
       annie9601.34not denying it? :pmcdavey01.36I still can't believe
       what johnny did today!!
       annie9601.36me neither.. that boy has issues..
       annie9601.36wtf the winds so loud.. that doesn't sound normal
       lol
       mcdavey01.36No wind over here. Just rain.
       annie9601.37Lucky you. i need my beauty sleep! :p
       mcdavey01.37Damn right you do ;)
       annie9601.38what? you mean i look
       annie9601.38shit i think i heard footsteps on the gravel outside
       mcdavey01.39Get your crazy dad to check it out :p
       annie9601.39i'm home alone! the fam are on holiday remember? i
       told you this!
       mcdavey01.40Really? Till when? We should hang out :D
       annie9601.40they really sound like footsteps but theres
       something odd about them.. I should look out the window but my
       bed is so warm!!
       mcdavey01.41Sure you wanna look out the window when you're
       alone? What if there really is someone there in your garden,
       looking up at you? :p
       annie9601.42NOT FUNNY DAVIDmcdavey01.42wow chill.. I'm sure it's
       nothing
       annie9601.42gonna check brbmcdavey01.43If there's somethin'
       strange in your neighborhood
       mcdavey01.43Who ya gonna call?annie9601.45David theres someone
       in the garden!!!
       mcdavey01.45What really?annie9601.45YES. i can see a mans
       back...
       mcdavey01.46What's he doing?annie9601.46he's... looking for
       something? on his hands and knees in the bushes...
       mcdavey01.46haha he must be high.. probably looking for his
       drugs :p
       annie9601.48david this is serious! what should i do??
       mcdavey01.49nothing? He'll probably go away by himself :)
       annie9601.49omg now he's digging with his bare hands.. hes
       ruining the garden!
       annie9601.50shit hes turning around
       mcdavey01.50What does he look like?annie9601.51DAVID WTF THIS
       ISN'T FUNNY
       mcdavey01.51What??
       annie9601.51HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?mcdavey01.52What are you
       talking about??annie9601.54i can see that its you! in my garden!
       how are you writing here without touching your phone? look up!
       i'm by the window can't you hear me banging on it?
       That was my cue.
       I downloaded her coordinates and began to move
       mcdavey01.54Fuck annie now you're scaring me too.. I'm
       definitely not in your garden. That's not me.
       annie9601.54STOP PLAYING AROUND. i can see your face. and youre
       wearing that stupid football jacket your so proud of!
       mcdavey01.55it must be someone who looks like me.. honestly
       annie I'm at home. I wouldn't play around like that.. :)
       Annie9601.55it has to be a friend of yours david.. playing a
       sick prank.. how else could he be wearing your
       jacket??mcdavey01.55there are loads of jackets like that! my
       friends don't look anything like me... you just have me on your
       mind ;)
       Annie9601.55hes digging againannie9601.55fucking leave
       already!!!
       mcdavey01.56annie, do you have a gun in your house?
       annie9601.56dont be stupid david. i couldnt shoot anyone.
       mcdavey01.57you don't have to use it. just show that you're
       carrying. annie9601.57doesn't that jacket have your name on the
       back?
       mcdavey01.58yeah the team all got one with their name on
       annie9602.00i can see your fucking name!!! mcdavey02.00what
       annie9602.01WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DAVID
       mcdavey02.04Annie that jackets in my closet...
       annie9602.04FUCK HES SEEN ME annie9602.04WHY IS HE SMILING LIKE
       THAT
       annie9602.04HES COMING mcdavey02.04CALL THE COPS!!!
       mcdavey02.05ANNIE?! mcdavey02.07ANNIE PICK UP mcdavey02.12i've
       called the cops, told them theres a break-in attempt at your
       place. they said they're on their way but it'll take about half
       an hour
       mcdavey02.15annie are you there? annie9602.17its in the house.
       cant talk i have to be quiet. lights off. im in a closet with a
       knife. hard to type shaking too much mcdavey02.17fuck fuck hang
       in there annie the police will be there in 20 mins.. do you know
       where he is?
       annie9602.17IT. not he. the look it had when it saw me David..
       no person could look like that..
       mcdavey02.17jesus christ does it know where you are?
       annie9602.17no i grabbed the knife when i saw it running toward
       the house and i got in the closet when i heard it breaking in
       mcdavey02.17ok good you'll be fine.. a druggie doesn't have the
       brains to find someone hiding in the closet.. the police will be
       there soon!
       annie9602.18oh god its calling out to me annie9602.18it doesnt
       sound like you david annie9602.18its voice is so deep
       annie9602.18filling the house annie9602.18filling my head
       mcdavey02.18what is it saying annie9602.19"come out annie."
       annie9602.19"i just want to look at you" annie9602.19it keeps
       repeating that over and over
       Minutes race by as I move as quick as I can. I dive off a
       building and the owlmobile is below me as I speed Into the
       night.
       annie9602.20have i gone mad david? annie9602.20is this what
       that feels like? mcdavey02.21just 10 more minutes annie! keep it
       together! you are so strong you will get through this!
       annie9602.21its coming up the stairs but so.. slowly.. irregular
       steps annie9602.21why does it look like you david? why you??
       mcdavey02.21i don't know annie!! please believe me
       annie9602.21can you make it stop? annie9602.21please make it
       stop? mcdavey02.22i would if i could i promise you
       annie9602.22its at the end of the hall annie9602.22david i didnt
       say anything to my parents when they left annie9602.22i was
       listening to music annie9602.22is that the last time i see them?
       mcdavey02.23annie
       annie9602.23this has something to do with you David.. only you
       can make it stop.. think fast..
       mcdavey02.25I DONT KNOW ANNIE GOD PLEASE
       annie9602.25please...
       mcdavey02.27it might be... because i think about you so much
       mcdavey02.27i think about you all the time annie9602.28so stop.
       mcdavey02.28i dont know how annie9602.29its scraping something
       on the walls getting closer.. please david... mcdavey02.29im
       trying. im trying so hard annie9602.31It's slowing down. Try
       harder. annie9602.32Whatever you're doing, it's working.
       annie9602.34It's stopped. I can't hear anything.
       mcdavey02.34really?? don't go out yet! stay put until the police
       get there! annie9602.34What should I tell them if he's gone?
       mcdavey02.34EVERYTHING
       annie EVERYTHING you told me annie9602.34I didn't know you felt
       that way about me, David :)
       mcdavey02.35im so glad its stopped annie9602.35Can you come
       over in the morning David? I really need to see you :)
       mcdavey02.36of course annie i'll be there annie9602.38Great!
       Can't wait!
       I arrive and kick through the door and check the closet.
       mcdavey02.40annie...
       mcdavey02.42annie how do i know this is you?
       annie96 went offline
       
       #Post#: 136--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Smile
       By: Owlman Date: August 6, 2015, 5:24 pm
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       About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US.
       I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself
       bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person,
       went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and
       spend the time thinking.
       I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never
       once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my
       roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But
       all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
       It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the
       morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a
       ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a
       weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot.
       The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
       I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my
       apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the
       street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was
       a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box"
       with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was
       dance-walking, headed straight for me.
       Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to
       the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by.
       The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was
       moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He
       danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes
       were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off
       at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of
       a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the
       street before he danced any closer.
       I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I
       reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead
       in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one
       foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me
       but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
       I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking
       again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had
       put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a
       moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and
       sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I
       looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For
       the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He
       had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I
       couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but
       I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for
       no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved
       fast.
       I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at
       him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant,
       exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character
       sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
       I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper
       spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just
       stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward
       me.
       And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me.
       Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
       When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing
       that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!"
       in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper:
       "Whaaat…?"
       Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can
       certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only
       made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just
       stood there, smiling.
       And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very
       slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not
       wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go,
       until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then
       I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he
       dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew
       larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he
       was running.
       I ran too.
       I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better
       lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was
       nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing
       over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but
       he was never there.
       I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I
       never went out for another walk. There was something about his
       face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't
       look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a
       very, very scary thing to see. And after all this, all these
       murders I'm reminded of that night and how ever since then I've
       always felt like someone was watching me.
       I went to a sleazy bar that night hesitant to go home for some
       reason. Around three AM they called time for me to get the hell
       out. I bought the bar and kept drinking,the woman next to me
       found it humorous.
       "Ha big money man over here."
       "Ya I would hope,I am a-"
       "Millionaire Omar delavega?"
       "Billionaire,millionaires are so last year. So who are you?"
       "Intrested mr. Delevega. Intrested in how while there's a serial
       killer targeting everyone from the poor to the rich your here
       drinking."
       "Why would I care?"
       "Because....your on his list."
       I finish my shot and look at the woman.
       She wore all black and alot of makeup,pale skin and black around
       the eyes.
       "Why am I there?"
       "I have no idea,word of advice though. He keeps close eyes on
       his victims if I were you I'd have a nightlight in your room."
       "Ya well-"
       It all clicked suddenly.
       "I have to go."
       "One more thing. Don't try to kill him,I'll take the pleasure of
       that."
       "Huh?"
       I look back and no one is there.
       I sit on my bed staring at a wall for what seems like an hour.
       Damien walks in
       "Uhh what are you doing?"
       "Explosive gel place it."
       The wall explodes and my suspicion was confirmed
       A fake wall I diddint know was even there. Written in blood on
       the wall was the same damn words and a camera and a stool.
       "What is-"
       "No damien...who?"
       #Post#: 142--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Smile
       By: Owlman Date: August 22, 2015, 1:42 am
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       BIRD SANCTUARY
       Normally the sanctuary is bright and alive with the sound of
       birds chirping and owls hooing. But they can feel the difference
       in the air.
       "Master delvega. What are you doing?"
       Owlman turns from his computer
       "What I need to do Albert. I've tapped into to every Civilians
       computer,phone and camera. No one moves or breathes without
       Hooing so I'll know it."
       "Don't you mean tweeting?"
       "No....no I dont. Watch the computer until nightfall I'm going
       to bed."
       "Very good sir."
       Owlman tosses and turn through the night unable to sleep. He
       looks and sees someone in his bed.
       "My god!...your still here?"
       A tall blonde turns over
       "Yes?"
       "Wow that's so cool how about you go do that...some here else."
       "What? But you said-"
       "I say alot of things but they were lies, like when your dad
       said he loved you now get out."
       The door slams as he goes back to sleep.
       "Go to sleep."
       This bitch dosent-
       Before owlman moves he feels a chill in his body. The voice came
       from below the bed.
       Owlman inches himself towards his table next to his bed but he
       stops when he hears a creak. He quickly closes his eyes
       Alright easy peasy pretend your asleep then after an hour you-"
       Owlman hears the sounds of owls hooing in the distance.
       He quickly opens his eyes and in the darkness of the room makes
       out a pale face
       "Go to sleep."
       The man stabs at the bed as he dodges and holds out his hand
       "Surpise bitch!"
       Four robotic owls launch out and scratch and attack the man as
       one shines a bright light into the lid less eyes blinding him
       He swipes around randomly as the owls attach themselves to
       owlman as he tackles the man and they fall out of the window.
       the owls quickly form a robotic suit and he uses his cape to
       land safely as the man lands with a sickening thud.
       "Well he's dead.....that was easy."
       He looks back and sees that the man is gone.
       "Nope fuck that!"
       One of the owls shoot off his suit and scan the area and a knife
       plunges into his shoulder.
       He moves to attack but another person attacks the man
       Through blurred vision owlman looks up and sees the two people
       stare at each other on opposite sides of him
       "Well it has been awhile hasint it? Are you here to get burned
       again?"
       "This ends tonight you don't kill anyone else."
       "I agree!"
       The man runs into the manor as the girl attacks owlman. He
       easily dodges the swipes
       "What the hell are you doing?"
       "Your not going to stop me from killing him!"
       Owlman here's a scream and kicks the woman in the Stomuch and
       runs into the manor.
       "Nigga fuck you think this is?"
       The man gets thrown through a wall as Albert walks out.
       "Who the fuck Is this white kid?"
       "Mass murder look at his face."
       Albert stares at the creepy kid
       "Aw hell nah"
       He puts two fingers into a sideways peace sign on his chest and
       slowly dissapers
       "How in the-"
       Before owlman can comprehend what happened the smiling man is
       back up and runs at him. The two fall down the steps to the bird
       sanctuary and owlman looks up and sees nothing in the dark room.
       He sees the computer and all the data and small messages paints
       a picture of the man's face.
       "Oh that's impressive.
       Owlman walks through the halls as suddenly the man starts to
       laugh uncontrollably
       "Have you ever clipped an owls wings? I just did the sounds they
       make are incredible!"
       "Ya! The acoustics in here are dank as shit! I should hold
       concerts!"
       He sees that the talon suit is missing and replaced by a
       bloodied white hoodie.
       "Oh your fucking-"
       Owlman gets hit in the back of his head by an owlrang and his
       vison becomes blurred as his cowl gets ripped off.
       Owlman looks around in the darkness
       "I know your tactics I know how you work and I will kill you
       using them!"
       Owlman grapples up to the stalagmites and comes eye to eye to
       the man again.
       "Hello"
       He kicks owlman off as he lands on the Glass trophy case.
       "This is the great owlman! Ha a scared child? I won't even take
       joy in gutting you!"
       The man runs and slices owlmans throat he turns him around and
       sees the woman dressed in his costume.
       Before he reacts he feels his arm snap and the knife pried from
       his hands. He looks back and nothing is there
       "Ha ha ha ha. Your the first person to actually make me laugh!"
       "What?"
       "You think I was trying? Hahahah!"
       "Stop that."
       "Why? This is obviously what you wanted that's why you came
       after someone who can Take you,you wanted a challenge right?
       Hahaha!"
       A gas begins to be pumped through the caves.
       The man coughs "What is this?"
       "Fear."
       Owlman whispers into his ear
       The man turns and sees a half man half owl hybrid
       He lets an ear rattling screech out through his beak filled with
       razor sharp teeth as he scratches him with his talons. He flies
       off as the feathers protruding through his costume hit the
       ground.
       "What was that!"
       The man walks and turns to see a statue of owlman "Ha that's it?
       Ooh scary" he breaks it and turns to see another. He walks past
       it and when he looks back it had moved closer to him and another
       appeared. He begins to run through the maze as every dead end
       leads to another statue until he's surronded. The owl creature
       breaks out of one and grabs him
       He screeches and throws him through a wall.
       The smiling man looks up and sees that he's in a bed and a woman
       is touching him
       "Jeff. Get up its time for school."
       As soon as he moves he's at a bus stop with a man he feels is
       his brother
       "Aw man here comes those bullies again."
       He looks and sees a group of kids walking up to him holding a
       can of bleach. The mans face begins to peel off as feathers and
       a beak appear and another screech rings through his ears. The
       man runs away from the bus stop as the world tears away and the
       dark cave comes back to reality.
       Owlman walks towards the man and brings his boot to his head.
       He picks him up and holds him over a waterfall
       "I know who you are."
       "You know nothing!"
       Owlman goes to whisper something into his ear
       Suddenly he gets stabbed in his back and sees the same woman
       The man takes the opportunity to take his knife back and the
       causes him to drop.
       Owlman quickly launches his grapple and catches his foot over
       the falls. He then takes a second one and attaches it to the
       woman and holds her.
       "I'm going to break out of whatever facility you put me in and
       I'll slaughter everyone in their then I'm coming back for you!"
       "I'm not going to stop until he's dead and your in my way."
       The girl tries to hit owlman bit gets pimp slapped
       "Who said anything about a faciltiy?"
       "Due process right? It won't stop me."
       "....Who do you think I am?"
       Owlman let's go off the grapple gun and the man and woman go
       sailing over the edge towards the rocks below.
       "Well guess that was a.....rocky encounter."
       "Will that be all sir?"
       "How about you learn who to fight instead of run away next time
       albert?"
       "Fuck you nigga I don't get paid enough for that shit."
       Owlman nods his head in agreement as he continues to work at his
       computer. He looks and sees the hoodie is still there.
       "Albert you diddint throw away that cheap jacket yet?"
       "I did this morning sir."
       Owlman feels a chill down his spine as he gets a message on his
       computer.
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