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my juice box story was moved here so i figured this should here as well
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The Death Of Jerry Hill
On an irregularly foggy November morning, Jerry Hill left his apartment for breakfast. He went down to a diner on the corner of his block, and had bacon and eggs, over easy. He stopped at a newsstand and grabbed the Post, and walked back home, full stomach and paper in hand. He tipped his hat to the doorman and grabbed his mail.
Jerry climbed the stairs (He never trusted the elevator) to his 4th floor apartment. He had the week of from work, the foreman figured he needed some time off; after all he hadnt missed a days work in 5 years. Jerry sat and down and read his mail. He noticed an odd envelope, with no return address or stamp on it. He carefully opened it with his pocketknife, and unfolded the letter. He saw nothing was written on it. He held it up to the light and saw nothing. He cast the letter aside, striking it up to be a practical joke by one of the neighbors children. He spent the rest of the day in quiet boredom, reading his paper and watching his World War II box set.
The next day, as Jerry was going down to the diner on the corner, a van slowed down beside him. The passenger rolled down their window and said Are You Jerry Hill?
Well Yes I am Jerry Hill. Why?
Get Him
Suddenly, the van door opened up and Jerry was grabbed, head covered and handcuffed. He was told to be quiet and shut up.
Approximately 15 minutes later Jerrys head was uncovered, and he was now in a room he had not seen the likes off for 30 years. His wrists were handcuffed behind him, and his legs cuffed to the legs of the chair he was now resting upon. A door opened and a woman in a black suit and two imposing men in black suits followed her. She sat down and placed a folder in between her and Jerry.
Who the hell are y-
Jerry, shut up and listen. We know all about your past. Ex-marine, dishonorably discharged for torturing an ex SS officer. We know that you have little conscience. We know that you know how to kill and how to do it efficiently. We have all your army records. 55 confirmed kills in Vietnam. Pretty impressive, solider.
What do you people want? I am out of the military now, I work at a pulp mill. What do you want!
We want you Jerry. You see, you are a killer, and you are merciless. You may have repressed that, but we both now you can bring that back. We are a government-funded team of assassins. You have everything that this team needs. You can take down monsters like that SS officer. You will be ridding the world of evil Jerry.
A slow smile crawled on Jerrys face. He really did love to kill, and now he was getting paid to do it.
Where do I sign?
We knew you would turn over to our side Jerry. We are the good guys. Just one last question for you. Remember the letter you got yesterday, the blank one? Can you quickly tell me what it said?
Jerry, now un-cuffed, looked up from the sheet he was signing.
It didnt say anything.
Could you repeat that Jerry?
The paper, it didnt say anything. It was blank.
Are you positive about this, Jerry? Really think about it.
I am sure it was blank.
The woman let out a sigh. She stood up from her chair and grabbed the papers Jerry was signing.
You had so much talent. You were just what we were looking for. Such a shame. Kill him.
Jerry looked around bewildered. The woman left the room, the door leaving an almost silent click as it closed. One of the body guards pulled out a gun and shot Jerry in the forehead.
At 10:44 am, November 4th 2008, Jerry Hill died.
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The Death Of Jerry Hill
On an irregularly foggy November morning, Jerry Hill left his apartment for breakfast. He went down to a diner on the corner of his block, and had bacon and eggs, over easy. He stopped at a newsstand and grabbed the Post, and walked back home, full stomach and paper in hand. He tipped his hat to the doorman and grabbed his mail.
Jerry climbed the stairs (He never trusted the elevator) to his 4th floor apartment. He had the week of from work, the foreman figured he needed some time off; after all he hadnt missed a days work in 5 years. Jerry sat and down and read his mail. He noticed an odd envelope, with no return address or stamp on it. He carefully opened it with his pocketknife, and unfolded the letter. He saw nothing was written on it. He held it up to the light and saw nothing. He cast the letter aside, striking it up to be a practical joke by one of the neighbors children. He spent the rest of the day in quiet boredom, reading his paper and watching his World War II box set.
The next day, as Jerry was going down to the diner on the corner, a van slowed down beside him. The passenger rolled down their window and said Are You Jerry Hill?
Well Yes I am Jerry Hill. Why?
Get Him
Suddenly, the van door opened up and Jerry was grabbed, head covered and handcuffed. He was told to be quiet and shut up.
Approximately 15 minutes later Jerrys head was uncovered, and he was now in a room he had not seen the likes off for 30 years. His wrists were handcuffed behind him, and his legs cuffed to the legs of the chair he was now resting upon. A door opened and a woman in a black suit and two imposing men in black suits followed her. She sat down and placed a folder in between her and Jerry.
Who the hell are y-
Jerry, shut up and listen. We know all about your past. Ex-marine, dishonorably discharged for torturing an ex SS officer. We know that you have little conscience. We know that you know how to kill and how to do it efficiently. We have all your army records. 55 confirmed kills in Vietnam. Pretty impressive, solider.
What do you people want? I am out of the military now, I work at a pulp mill. What do you want!
We want you Jerry. You see, you are a killer, and you are merciless. You may have repressed that, but we both now you can bring that back. We are a government-funded team of assassins. You have everything that this team needs. You can take down monsters like that SS officer. You will be ridding the world of evil Jerry.
A slow smile crawled on Jerrys face. He really did love to kill, and now he was getting paid to do it.
Where do I sign?
We knew you would turn over to our side Jerry. We are the good guys. Just one last question for you. Remember the letter you got yesterday, the blank one? Can you quickly tell me what it said?
Jerry, now un-cuffed, looked up from the sheet he was signing.
It didnt say anything.
Could you repeat that Jerry?
The paper, it didnt say anything. It was blank.
Are you positive about this, Jerry? Really think about it.
I am sure it was blank.
The woman let out a sigh. She stood up from her chair and grabbed the papers Jerry was signing.
You had so much talent. You were just what we were looking for. Such a shame. Kill him.
Jerry looked around bewildered. The woman left the room, the door leaving an almost silent click as it closed. One of the body guards pulled out a gun and shot Jerry in the forehead.
At 10:44 am, November 4th 2008, Jerry Hill died.
