The Maple Town Murders Part 3. The Cycle Begins (standard:horror, 1909 words) [3/3] show all parts
Author: Richard J Cobain	Added: Jun 02 2003	Views/Reads: 2452/1856	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A young drug dealer is chased into the forest by a cop after a terrible car crash and comes across something quite sinister.

THE MAPLE TOWN MURDERS 

PART THREE	THE CYCLE BEGINS 

Friday the 13th of  November 1967 

As Mark sped along the dark country road with the suns light fading over
the horizon and the cop car behind him closing in he began to wonder 
how the hell he had gotten into this mess in the first place.  It all 
began when he had ran away from home at sixteen and had gotten into the 
drug business to survive on the streets.  Pretty soon he gained a 
reputation as a trustworthy and dependable supplier and he began to 
move up in the world of organised crime steadily.  Instead of dealing 
small amounts of hash to nobody's he was soon selling large quantities 
of cocaine and heroin to big mob bosses.  That was when the real 
trouble had started.  He had been shot twice in arguments with rival 
gangs and had himself shot three people killing two of them.  He had 
picked up the sizeable quantity of heroin today to be sent to a regular 
client for the next morning.  He had been going over the speed limit to 
make the deadline when he had first heard the police siren from behind 
him.  He didn't want to take the chance and pull over so he slowed the 
car to a halt, let the cop get out of his car and then sped away while 
the cop was caught in no mans land but that bastard knew the roads 
better than Mark did and was gaining ground on him in no time. 

It was the rookie cops first day on his own when he had seen the dirty
green car flying past.  He had caught up with it and put the siren on 
to pull the car over.  When the car stopped, Trent got out trying to 
look tough like they had told him and began walking towards the speeder 
when the cunt took off like a rocket.  "Fucker" he cursed as he ran 
back to the squad car to began the pursuit.  He knew these windy Maple 
Town roads like the back of his hand though and it wasn't long before 
he started to catch him.  "You're in trouble now boy" he said to 
himself in the doughnut and coffee smelling car. 

Mark began sweating now.  He should have pulled over and taken the
fucking ticket or whatever the cop would had given him.  Now when the 
cop caught him he was going to be in deep shit.  The car would be 
certainly searched the drugs would be found and the next car trip he'd 
be on would be the one to county jail.  "Fuck" he screamed to himself 
in frustration, he had no gun or anything to protect himself with.  It 
was getting quite dark now and he was having major visibility problems 
on the windy road when he missed a sharp corner and went flying into 
woodland, which covered the whole right hand side of the road.  He 
screamed as his car was engulfed by darkness. 

Trent was just about to ram into the back of the green car when it just
seemed to disappear into thin air.  "What the fuck" he gasped in 
disbelief as he screeched the car to a halt.  He reversed back around 
the corner and realised what had happened.  There was a huge hole in 
between two trees where the car had flown off the road destroying 
everything in its path.  Trent got out of his car and cursed the fact 
that he only had a pocket flashlight to guide his way.  He followed the 
trail of destruction that the vehicle had left and finally found the 
car.  It was about thirty-five to forty feet away from the side of the 
road.  It was lying upside down beside the trunk of a huge tree.  It 
was a fucking right off if he ever saw one, all the windows were 
smashed, the roof had caved in and the whole right hand side of it had 
been mangled by the tree trunk.  "Jesus Christ" the young cop muttered 
as he walked around to the front of the car.  He pointed his flashlight 
inside.  "Are you alive mister? Can you hear me?”  No answer.  Trent 
peered inside for a closer look.  It was empty the man was gone.  Trent 
whipped his newly issued gun out of its holder and looked around with 
panic.  There was a piece of torn denim hanging off a branch about 
twenty feet away from him, so he had escaped.  Trent looked up at the 
full moon and suddenly became very scared.  But he couldn't let this 
guy get away, he had after all resisted arrest and more importantly had 
been involved in a horrific car crash which he was lucky to be alive 
from, he was more than likely seriously hurt.  With a nervous sigh he 
began to walk deeper into the forest. 

Luckily for Mark he never wore a seatbelt and so had been able to jump
free of the car before it had been crushed into the tree.  He had come 
down hard on the forest floor hard and had broken his left arm.  He lay 
semi-conscious for a while in pain before the cop's flashlight brought 


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