The Sleeper Cell

There was a guy that might remind you of someone you know even, that kind of guy that you never gave much thought to. He seems the same as everyone else, except there's something a bit off about him. Jasper will be his name for this incarnation. He told himself he would never watch the news like his parents did and when he moved out that's just what he started doing to keep track of time, knowing that his dad used to watch the news at 6pm. If he missed it then he would lose track of time and stay up really late.

On the news he saw a story about a serial killer popping up again. On another channel was another about a pervert that kidnapped a 14 year old girl and kept her in diapers in his isolated trailer home. He'd kept the diapers piling up in the garage. The odor so rank it could make your eyes lacrid from the effluvium. He switched back to the serial killer. Someone had killed two in the park at night. People like that resigned their right to live, deserving of death. That park wasn't too far from his cheap apartment.

The park was too dark but that was the idea tonight. To go where you shouldn't. Nobody should be out that late but sometimes you do see people in the park past the witching hour walking by obliviously. It was cold and nobody popped out. Just as he was about to give up a figure was standing on the trail in front of him motionless. It was him! The killer! A long knife in his right hand. "Go ahead and try your worst!" he called out to the figure. The masked figure knocked him out and dragged him off back to his dark lair.

Jasper woke in a dank, wet, dripping dungeon below ground level. He was in a cell. Other victims were in other cells. What luck to be taken to his darkest sanctum of despair. This place reeked of solitude and madness. Other victims cried out "Help!", "I can't die down here!", screaming loud angrily. As the killer walked the halls he drug the blade across the steel walls. Jasper spent time punching the steel walls. Nothing but a bed in the skinny room. "You all are here to serve out your sentence!" The Killer blared, echoing.

So he was more of a torturer than a killer. Meanwhile Jasper's car was still parked at the edge of the park, igniting to electronic life, full of robotics, it was a drone that would seek him out by tracking a microchip in his hand. The drone Lamborghini drove above the speed limit trailing his location across the city. Meanwhile, Killer X, as we'll call him, pulled out a female victim from her cage. "Run!" He taunted. The woman ran screaming into a maze of his own design, and he knew all the shortcuts. This guy was insane!

Suddenly, his cage door opened, and so did some others. The captors ran in a sickly panic into the maze corridors. "The last one standing gets to live!" Killer X shouted. This was getting more and more demented. You could hear him pounding his knife handle against the steel halls as he stalked his prey. Down one corridor was a huge 20 foot crocodile to greet one prisoner with a heavy chomp breaking bones. Screams in the background. Killer X laughing. Jasper ran down corridor 13, as it was numbered. "Run bitch run!" Again.

Down several twists and turns Jasper ended up lost. Killer X caught up to the woman and ripped at her clothes as she shrieked. He tore off all her clothes but she got away running. Deep down corridor 21 a frantic man saw dead bodies laying along the sides in the darkness. "I should play dead" He thought, as he buried himself under a couple bodies. Killer X loved the fetid rot, patrolling the bodies, stabbing them. One body screamed. He kept stabbing. Somewhere a robot car was speeding through traffic at night.

Around corridor 4 was when Jasper ran into Jessa. Nude, covered in blood, a hot, blonde actress grabbed his shoulders screaming. "It's O.K., I'm one of you." He calmed her. She eased up and smiled. "Like what you see?" She whispered coyly. He took off his clothes and grabbed her ass. They kissed deeply and made love right there covered in blood. "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm your ticket outta here." He assured. Jasper was the sleeper cell planted to enact havoc upon infiltration. "Time to light this place up!"

There was more than one crocodile loose. Down corridor 6 they met it. After shouting they grabbed bars of pipe with sharp ends and attacked it. Jessa got slammed into the wall as Jasper kept stabbing it. She joined in. Their battle cries were met with victory. They stood over a croc corpse, looked at each other and smirked. An explosion rattled the compound from above. "That's my ride!" He smiled. She started to laugh. Somewhere Killer X was shocked. "Nobody gets out alive!" He smashed his fist against a steel wall.

Stinger, the car, shot missiles at the house above, on a seemingly quiet suburban neighborhood block. People started waking up to see plumes of fire out their windows. Cops were on their way. As an opening was ripped open by an explosion Stinger awaited orders. "Send the bees!" Jasper whispered with his finger to his ear. "You got it!" Stinger replied. Drones erupted from the many compartments all over the car opening. They buzzed a death buzz and flew in through that ruptured basement ceiling hole.

"This can't be happening!" Killer X grabbed a high powered minigun with 6 barrels that rotated rapidly making a jet-like noise. Fire spewed down into the halls like liquid hell. He was trailing right behind them now. "Come out, come out piggy!" Eager hair trigger. Pounding on the walls. He depressed the thumb trigger and let fly a hail of bullets ripping holes in steel. Stopping, the barrel spun whirring and smoking. "Looking for us!" Jasper and Jessa stood before him. A swarm of drones surrounded Killer X. "What is this!"

"Get down!" Jasper grabbed Jessa and fell to the floor. Killer X aimed at the drones. One by one, the drones let out a single ring of projectiles, spinning once each. He dropped the minigun standing there. "I'll find you!" He cursed. The jaws of an ever angry croc chomped down on him, crunching his bones, dragging him away. "No you won't!" Jasper uttered coolly. He climbed out of the devastation with Jessa's hot, nude body in his arms. The drones returned to form and the car doors opened up. "You're safe with me."

7 lines per paragraph, 12 paragraphs; it's a kind of writer's Feng Shui. Organizational harmony. Story #2. I specialize in cyberpunk horror. I've done longer stories with the same 'harmony' technique. I use a thesaurus.