Avondale chapter one
"Avondale"
It was a Sunday morning in Avondale, Mo. The dogs were let out in the early
morning as their owners woke up. They spoke back and forth to say their good
mornings to each other like every other morning. As the minutes passed by the
fewer the barks until there was only one dog barking. This continued non-stop
Finally, the neighbors decided to check and see what this dog was barking at. As
Jenny stepped into her back yard towards the fence where the dog was barking,
she was stopped by a gruesome discovery. She screamed at the sight of the body of
a man lay embedded into the top of the chain link fence. His face looked as if it
had been eaten away. Flesh lay hanging like that of a drooling mouth after a
dentist appointment. His eyes replaced with maggots feasting on what was left in
his eye sockets. As Jenny looked closer she could see that his insides were
hanging by a string of intestines. Red from the blood that once moved through his
body she put her hands over her mouth to keep from throwing up. She had seen
enough.
Jenny ran into the house and called 911 to report a murder. Within minutes
Clay County deputies rushed to the scene as well as the local Kansas City Fire
Department. All the news stations were flying in route to check out the gruesome
murder. Avondale was now the sight of a national murder scene and No Face sat back
and laughed his evil laugh at the joy of his doing. As he laughed he spoke to
no one but the walls surrounding him. Welcome to Avondale America. You haven't seen
anything yet!
On all the news stations the blurred vision of the dead corpse hanging on the
chain linked fence topped the head lines. No one had seen anything as gruesome as
this. Alerts were out for all residents to be safe and lock their doors. Not sure
if this was a one-time occurrence or the beginning of a murder spree.
In the city of Avondale itself residents met at the local Bottle Shop and
discussed the find of the corpse. Trying to get away from all media stations they
decided to walk across the street to a local landmark Doug's Choppers. Here they
closed the doors away from the media and discussed their plan of action. What to
do? Is it a one-time thing? How can they prevent it from happening again? The
usual questions you would ask after a murder in a small suburban town stuck right
between big cities like North Kansas City and Kansas City.
As the day grew on people turned off their TV's and decided to do things with
their children. They needed an escape and the children were confused by all the
commotion and extra traffic surrounding their small town of 449 people. Families
left the town and took their children to local parks to play. Whether it was
Penguin Park or Macken Park it was better to be outside watching their children
laughing and playing then pent up in their house watching the news about the gruesome murder.
As the day went along and the sun began to set Avondale quieted down. The traffic decreased and the residents snuggled back into their homes. The day was finally coming to an end.
As Ron began his Sunday ritual to get ready for the work week he decided to pour himself a drink. Vodka and orange juice he thought? Sure why not. As he sipped his drink his dog Sheila barked at him and headed towards the back door. Ok girl he said laughing I get it. He opened the door to let her out in the fenced in back yard.
As he did so No Face had slipped into the unlocked front door. Ron had not locked it when he had gone out to retrieve yesterday’s mail. As Ron stood at the back door No Face quietly snuck in behind him. Laughing to himself quietly he knew it was time to quench his thirst for the headlines. With one quick thrust he pushed the sword straight into the back of Ron which was so sharp it went straight out ahead of him. Turning the sword to increase the burning sensation inside of Ron's body he pushed it back and forth.
Ron trying to grab at the sword to get it out of his body he grabbed onto it with his hands. As he did the double bladed sword ripped through his hands like butter. Trying to breathe was difficult but trying to forget the pain was impossible.
No face new his victim was now all his. He pulled the sword out of Ron's torso and swung him around to face him. With a swing of his hand he slapped the hand full of razor blades across Ron's face. The blades like that that sit on top of a prison fence sliced into Ron's facing dislodging his right eye and removing his nose completely. Blood splattered throughout the room like a firework. The artwork was amusing to No Face and he laughed louder then he could ever imagine. He swiped his hand across Ron's throat dislodging the Adams apple where it had set Ron's whole life. Ron's body was trying to collapse into a pile of blood and guts onto the floor but No Face was far from finished. He grabbed Ron's head by his hair and dragged him to the back yard. There Sheila barked at No Face as he dragged her owner into the back yard. Sheila tried to bite No Face on the leg but No Face was too quick. He lifted his right foot into her chest and sent her flying towards the hot charcoal grill where Ron had made himself a KC Strip less then 2 hours ago. As she hit the grill it tipped the grill upon her body releasing the still 300 degree coals onto her furry coat. Immediately the burning coals set her ablaze. Being a German Sheppard her coat was thick and easily thick enough to burn to the point of fire. She ran around in pain trying to escape the burning coals. It was of no use. Like a rocket bursting into flames she was engulfed in a fire that consumed her entire back instantly. She rolled like trying to scratch her back but the motions were of no use. Within seconds her body was a gulf of flames and her yelps became silent as she burned removing all fur and flesh.
No Face watched in amazement. He had never hurt an animal before but this was exciting. He watched as Sheila burned into nothing but bones. He sighed while he smiled and continued his journey towards the fence in the back yard. The fence was a wooden private fence that stood about 10 feet high. He dropped Ron onto the ground as he pulled out his nail gun. Hmm what shall I do with him he thought? Quickly he smiled as the thought came into his mind. He picked Ron up off the ground and held his head firmly about 7 feet against the wooden fence. With the thrust of the nail gun he stuck Ron's head into the wooden fence. With a crack of the skull Ron was now embedded into his own private fence. No Face thought to himself this is fun. He grabbed Ron's arms and repeated the same actions as he had done with Ron's head. When he was done Ron was now nailed to the fence by his hands, head, and both legs.
No Face was now ready to finish his extreme make over. He grabbed the scalpel from his pocket and slowly sliced Ron's stomach open releasing the insides of Ron's insides. He used the scalpel to peel off the rest of Ron's face only leaving the skin hanging by a thread. Just enough that his skin would not fall off completely. This exposed the muscles and bones beneath what was a face of skin.
No Face reached into his bag of tricks and released the fresh maggots to feast upon the flesh and bones. He smiled to himself as he looked at his master piece and decided there was one thing he had forgotten. He picked up the nail gun and with the precision of a sharp shooter he shot four nails into the bull’s eye of Ron's testicles. Watching the blood form around Ron's midsection he laughed and turned and walked away. No Face was now the master of artwork and Avondale was now his hunting grounds to create his own art gallery.
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