By BBMSN
Kyle laid in his bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. It was 3 in the morning. He
thought he might be losing his mind. His roommate's body was still in the room with him, exactly
where Zack had left him. Kyle should have called the police hours ago, but he hadn't. If the police
found Ted's body in his room, Kyle would be totally screwed. But the longer he waited, the worse
it was going to get. He had to think of something, and think fast.
Finally, he had an idea. He looked out into the hallway, and saw that it was middle of
the night quiet. He grabbed a bottle of water from his room, and went down the hallway, and
opened the door to the stairwell. He opened up the bottle, and poured the water all over the
steps. His heart was pounding a mile a minute as he prepared to carry out his plan.
He went back to his room, and dragged Ted out from the corner. He grabbed Ted's
backpack and struggled to put it onto Ted's back. He got Ted to the door,and checked the
hallway again. Clear. He dragged Ted down to the stairwell, and pulled him in. Kyle was sweating
and panting. Ted was heavier than he thought. He remembered how Zack had lifted Ted into the
air and held him aloft, then snapped his neck like a pretzel stick. Kyle knew how strong you'd
have to be to break a grown man's neck. The thought of Zack's incredible strength made Kyle
horny.
"I am so going straight to hell," he thought to himself, as he lifted up his roommate, and let
him fall backwards down the stairs. Ted flopped down the steps till he hit the first landing. Books
scattered out of his backpack. Kyle went back to their room. He opened up one of his drawers,
and pulled out the crushed urn. He studied it while he wiped it off. Zack's fingers had dented into
it deeply. Kyle walked back to the stairwell, and tossed the urn down by Ted's books. Then he
went back to his room. He went into their small bathroom. He looked like shit. All sweaty and
drawn. He splashed his face with water. Then, after throwing up a couple of times, he fell into a
deep sleep.
Two hours later, he was awakened by commotion in the hallway. Lots of yelling, and
screaming. Then frantic pounding on his door. He opened the door to find Max, another student,
standing there wild-eyed.
"Kyle, they found Ted in the stairwell."
"What?" said Kyle,stepping out of his room. He followed Max to the stairwell. Other
students were sticking their heads out their doors. A group of them gathered at the top of the
steps, looking down. Annie was on the landing with Ted, checking for a pulse. Kyle pushed his
way thru.
"He's dead," said Annie.
Kyle started down toward her, and slipped on first step, stumbling down two stairs. "The
steps are all wet," he said. "He must have fallen."
Someone had called the police. Kyle could hear the sirens approaching outside. Annie had
noticed the urn and reached out to pick it up.
"Don't touch anything," said Kyle. Annie looked at him quizzically. Then she noticed the
marks on Ted's neck.
"Could those be from the fall?" she said.
"I don't know. Let's wait for the police."
Two hours later, Ted's body had been removed, and the police had questioned everyone
who had known or seen Ted last night. They told Kyle that once the coroner determined cause of
death, they might have more questions.
It didn't take long for the coroner to determine that Ted did not die from a fall. The
detectives had a murder case on their hands. Back at the police station, they went over the scant
physical evidence that they had. Ted's backpack. His books. And the oddly twisted up metal
object. They'd found it wiped clean of prints, except for the ones that were indented into it. Oddest
thing they'd ever come across. Forensics was running them down.
Through the window of the exam room, Officer Ron Aldridge looked in. He'd seen that
crushed metal object before. In fact, he'd seen it get crushed. Just as he was about to go into the
room and mention that, he had a second thought. Officer Ron was aching to become Detective
Ron. It occurred to him that if he was to make a major bust, like bringing in the killer of a med
student, he might just get that promotion. And maybe, if he were take a ride over to the apartment
of one Zack Tedesco, he might be able to make that bust before any fingerprint ID came back.
Officer Ron went out to his cruiser, made sure he had his Taser and his weapon, and took off to
find Zack.
It didn't take him long. In fact, as he drove by the park near Zack's apartment, he spotted
him. Although the neighborhood was still pretty sketchy, the city had renovated the park, and one
of the new additions was one of those 'fitness courses' where you could go from station to station
and do sit-ups, pull-ups, monkey bars, etc. Zack was there, doing one-armed pull-ups. Ron pulled
over his cruiser and watched as the shirtless Zack did rep after rep, lifting his heavily muscled
body up till his chin tapped the bar, then slowly lowering himself down. Once he was done with
one arm, he switched to the other. Then he dropped to the ground and shook out his arm
muscles. In the sunlight, and all pumped up from a heavy session of running and calisthenics,
Zack looked even more muscular than he had at his apartment. As Zack ran his hand down his
abs, Ron could have sworn he had a ten-pak underneath his furry stomach.
"Fuck," thought Officer Ron, as he began to second guess his decision to bust the big man on
his own. But he got out of his cruiser anyway, and began to make his way toward him. It didn't
take Zack long to detect him. In fact, he had noticed the minute the squad car had pulled to a stop
across from him. He started heading straight for the police officer. This took Ron by surprise. He
stopped in his tracks, but Zack kept coming toward him. Zack was about twice his size, so Ron
but his hand on his Taser.
"Stop where you are," he ordered. To his surprise, and relief, Zack stopped.
"Whatdya want?" Zack asked, his hands clutching into fists.
"I don't want any trouble," said Ron, "I just want to take you down to the station to talk."
"You and what fucking army?" said Zack, looking around and realizing they were alone.
"Nobody needs to get hurt here," said Ron.
"Bullshit," said Zack, taking another step toward Ron.
"Stop right there," ordered Ron, as he pulled out his Taser. He aimed it right at Zack's big
chest.
"You shoot me with that and I will bust you up bad," said Zack.
Ron fired. He hit Zack in the ribs. Zack's nostrils flared and his neck veins bulged as he
absorbed the voltage. He went down on one knee from the searing pain, but then, lips snarling,
he grabbed the prongs of the Taser and ripped them out of his torso. He crushed them in his
hand as sparks flew. He tossed them aside, then stepped over to a park bench. He grabbed the
bench and ripped it out of the sidewalk it was cemented into. He lifted it up overhead, and hurled
it at Officer Ron, who ducked just in time. He felt the wind as the bench whirled over him and
crashed into his cruiser, smashing both side windows and embedding itself into the metal. By the
time he looked back toward Zack, the bigger man was on top of him. Zack grabbed him and lifted
him overhead, just like the bench. He held him there like a toy. Then he tossed him down onto the
hard ground. Ron felt the wind knocked out of him. As he gasped for air, Zack stood over him.
"Yeahhhh," said the huge musclehead. Then he leaned down and picked up the cop again.
He lifted him overhead. Then he leaned down on one knee, and brought Ron down across it. Ron
felt his spine crack. Zack tossed him back onto the ground, then stood up and flexed his arms.
"Fucking weakling," he growled at the downed officer. He went over to the damaged squad car
and squatted down next to it. He put his hands underneath the chassis and hoisted it up, flipping
the car onto its side. "Take me in now, loser."
Zack turned back toward Ron, who had crawled a few feet away, and had managed to get his
gun out. He pointed it at Zack. "Get down on the ground," he ordered.
Instead, Zack came toward him.
The officer fired. Zack stumbled back, but then kept coming. The second shot didn't even
make him stumble back, just barely slowed him. Ron crawled backward, crab-like, and emptied
his entire chamber into Zack, who twisted slightly with every shot but just kept coming. He
grabbed Ron and picked him up into a bearhug. Ron felt the unbelievable strength of Zack's arms
crushing around him. He felt a rib crack. Then another. And another. He felt himself blacking out
from the pain. Everything got dimmer and dimmer as he succumbed to the insane power of
Zack's crushing bearhug. Finally, everything went black.
The next morning, the entire student body was abuzz over the headlines in the newspaper.
An arrest had been made in the murder of their classmate, Ted. One Zack Tedesco had been
found unconscious but still alive, shot 6 times at close range by the police officer who had been
found underneath him at a city park. The cop was also alive, but all his ribs had been broken,
along with a spine fracture and a crushed pelvis. They were both recovering at the local hospital.
The police were still trying to piece together what had happened at the park, but Zack's
fingerprints tied him to the murder scene.
He would be tried for the murder, assuming he survived. And didn't escape
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