hidden sinners,, radiodust human au.

4. bloody radios.

WARNING
this chapter is slightly bloody and gory.

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small gore warning.

6:39PM
The man screamed in terror, struggling to move, violently coughing blood, life slowly being strained out of him. it was a sight Allen enjoyed, as he deserved it, atleast in Allen's eyes.

The man had tried to assault a short and what seemed young woman, maybe in her early 20's?

I guess you could say Allen had a small chat with the man, as Allen soothly confronted the man, the small woman taking the chance to run away. It wasn't till a couple hours later when Allen started the murder , as he saw the man in an alleyway, and it was the perfect chance. Especially when the man punched Allen, is when he finally snapped.

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'Well then now, suppose I may as well use the spare bag I have with me in my bag.'

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7:35PM

I hum after cleaning up, I had just taken a shower and ready to host my radio show.  I was never the type to keep messes that I made untouched, as I like everything clean and neat. No one was at home currently, as my mom had gone out. I wasn't sure where she'd gone , but I had things to attend to either way.

'Now, where's my bag?'

I walk down the stairs, looking around the living room for my messenger bag.

'There it is.'

I spot it hanging on a chair, making my way over. After grabbing it, I look around recapping everything I need. I sigh, and take my keys out my pocket and head out the door.

The day had been fine, i spent the evening with Anthony and his friend, Cheryl. We had hung out for some time, till we decided to part ways.

The radio station I worked at wasn't too far away from my home, about a small walk. A small boy bikes around the streets, leaving newspapers on people's front door, and he already did mine .

'NEW ORLEANS KILLER CONTINUES VIOLENT MURDER, KILLING 48 YEAR OLD MAN AND LEAVING HIS HEAD FOR THE CROCODILES TO EAT.''

Interesting, they had already found the man's head? How unfortunate. Well,, then I suppose this could be used as a topic for the radio show tonight.

10 minutes later, 7:45 PM. At the Radio Station.

"Hey Allen! Peggy is already waiting for you upstairs in your office, you guys just need to make sure everything is working just fine, including the sound boards, music, etc." I nod at Ava, our receptionist. She always greeted me and would inform me on any news.

"Thank you darling, I'll see you in a bit!"

I quickly walk up the stairs, taking a small left, then finding my office, number 113.

It wasn't really an 'Office' it was more like a lounge, along with a wall which had 2 doors. They both had small signs that read "ON AIR" and would glow deep red. The one on the left was mine.

I walk in, my producer Peggy, being in the other room, her own small office. I could see her through a small glass window. I head to my desk where all my equipment is, tapping my microphone to get her attention.

She looks at me and waves, sliding her way to her microphone.

"Hey Allen! Sorry, didn't see ya there! How's it going?"

"Good as usual Peggy! Well then , let's get to making sure everything's up and ready to go for the night."

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