Mr Rady episode 3: Rose

Mr Rady episode 3: Rose Mr Rady episode 3: Rose

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

This is the Third episode of five episodic poems that I am working on. I will release one each Monday for you the reader to enjoy, and well hopefully feel sick from. This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. If you want to read more on Rady's adventures make sure to read episode 1: Myra! and Episode 2: Rose (This episode is a direct continue from episode 2 so you probably are best reading that first!)

Summary

This is the Third episode of five episodic poems that I am working on. I will release one each Monday for you the reader to enjoy, and well hopefully feel sick from.

This is a vision from my dark and twisted mind. If you want to read more on Rady's adventures make sure to read episode 1: Myra! and Episode 2: Rose (This episode is a direct continue from episode 2 so you probably are best reading that first!)

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Submitted: July 09, 2012

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Submitted: July 09, 2012

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She’s racing through the murky woods.
Rady's in chase after the perky goods. 
He's gaining space, closing on ol dear Rose
"Oh please stop, this chase it god damn blows!"
“Stop now or ill slice your toes
Then ill rip off your nose
All while your heart still beats
And the pain will repeat.”

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She manages to hide behind a lonely tree
A fractured plank was her only trustee
His voice is howling out "sweet pea!"
She waited and waited
Dictated and swung and then vacated
Down goes Rady
Blood poured like from a victim of Ian Brady

As she split she tripped
Her ankle slipped
And snapped under the grit
She threw a fit
And she screamed out "SHIT".
After a second or a minute
She braced and bit
Her upper lip
And forced a step in a desperate skip 

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Now on her knees, Rose’s view was obscure
Hidden behind the timber, was a large moor
Her mind agreed, a bit further was safety for sure

Rady’s eyes struggled to grab sight
But he made out her figure in the drab night.
He’s walking slowly, so fitting of a serial killer
He remembers Myra, how he was her blood spiller.
Those snarling words roughly echo “Sweet Pea”
Now alert she stands and moves through each tree

But sharply her body declined
And she drops on her behind
He moves closer to greet
Knife in hand, “Oh sweet…”
“HELP, HELP!” She screams on repeat
Still crawling, not giving in to defeat.
 

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But he forced down on her snapped foot
and shouted “Stay Put.”
She screamed out in dire pain
He kneels, and slit her throat with the bread knife
Her bloody corpse left Rady’s desire slain
Her body jolts in a dead strife
Her position slowly began to acquire rain

As he buried her in her final resting hole
He felt the eyes of a protesting soul.
Mother Myra, It could be Ted or the newly addition. Rose?
Was it guilt, he could not let himself become froze
He reached the road in blood stained clothes
A sign read, 5 miles to Preston City
"Oh Father I’ll see you soon, and it won’t be pretty!”
 


 

 


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