Follow Jason Maxwell, the antihero speedster of St. Louis, as he finds the worst of the worst and kills them.
Just a fun a idea I had, also just a bunch of one-shots.
All characters are fictional. The only thing real about this book is St. Louis, ev...
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"WHERE IS HE!"
"I don't know, Tommy. He got out somehow."
"CALLIE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP AN EYE ON HIM!"
"I don't know! I told you, he just got out!"
"FUCK! Fine, Clyde. Go help your sister search for him in the forest."
"Got it."
Clyde and Callie grabbed spears and ran into the forest just outside the house. Tommy stayed back, waiting for their capture to come back.
Now, the question is, who did they capture? Jason Maxwell. And they didn't really capture him, Jason allowed it to happen to get close to them.
"Alright, Clyde, you go left, I'll go right. If we can't find him in, let's say, an hour. Head back to the house and we'll grab Tommy and get the fuck out of here before that guy can get the cops."
"Got it. Good luck."
They quickly tapped spears and then ran off.
"Where are you, you stupid fuck?"
A twig snapped.
"There you are." Callie quickly and quietly went over to the noise.
She listened carefully, trying to spot anything that could help her and she heard heavy breathing. She smiled to herself as she slowly got closer to the noise. Once she thought she was close enough, she jumped over a log and found Jason hunched over.
"Found you, boy. Shouldn't have run off like that."
"Please don't hurt me." Jason pleaded, feigning fear.
"You should have thought of that before running off."
Callie pulled the spear back and thrust it forward, but before it could hit him, Jason disappeared in a flash of light.
"What the?"
"Did you get him?" Someone in a dark voice asked right behind her.
She quickly turned around, slashing her spear at him but found no one near her.
"Oh! You almost got him!" The same voice said.
"What the fuck?!"
Callie spun around and found nothing.
"Who said that? Where are you?"
"I'm just trying to help you hunt this guy." The voice came again.
Callie spun around and this time she came face to face with the Spirit of St. Louis. She stumbled back out of shock and fright.
"Oh, you fell. Poor thing." Spirit mocked.
Callie quickly dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out a headlamp and put it on. But when the light came on, she was alone again.
