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((I'll probably edit with color coding once I get to a computer.. Unless nobody has issues with reading the post!))
A Kilbride community had a positive appearance to those who drove by, yet its streets were clear with not even a single child loitering about in some playful scheme. People there would be in a rush to either leave or get indorrs and close the curtains. One wouldn't know the tensions that consumed those homes until they walked through and experienced what was really hidden in that neighborhood. Even the very few officers who drove by could tell you something was off, and since the disappearance of one of the neighborhood watch volunteers things started getting worse. If there wasn't a cop car out and about there was a questionable individual or two, and one house in the center of the neighborhood would have unfamiliar vehicles come in and go out rather frequently throughout the day. Despite the usual activities, it wasn't long after the patrolling officer was diverted for things to get a bit more uncanny according to the typical neighborhood standards. Little did the gangs that hid behind the innocent know: their reign will someday come to an end.
At one of the many porches, a pair of trench coat wearing individuals stood before a family, one of them holding a notepad while the other, a more familiar figure wearing a base ball cap spoke. "So you can not recall anything from that night?"
"No, I've already told you everything sir." The father of the family replied, his wife standing by his side and his two children peeking over at the strangers from behind the tall legs they hid behind.
"So Mr. Feeny, a neighbor who lived down the street just disappears without anyone noticing, right?" The conversation went on and on as the two men exchanged words, the notepad wielding man scribbling down quick notes about what was being said. That was until a car came to a halt just on the side of the road with three men climbing out. All of them wore suits, but one of them had a fedora hat; the evident leader of the 'three musketeer' group. Just then the door was shut, and the two questioning men were left alone. Soon the groups would approach one another on the sidewalk, a chuckle escaping the man in the fedora.
"Seems like the neighbors don't want to talk right now. Why don't you just run along, yeh?" The leader of the intruding group said, his arms crossed as he gave a look that dared the nosey dog to dare something.
"I wonder why..." Were the last distasteful words that were said before the two groups separated, the three going in their car while the pair went over to a nearby black Crown Victoria. It was just a daily sandbagging scenario for those who come looking for answers, but this time it got a bit more intense.
Once the black crown vic 'drove off' the three suited men climbed out of the car again, making their way to the home and giving it a loud bang on the door. This time only the man came to answer and he was met with a rather rude introduction. "You fuckin' said anythin' chump?"
"N-no. I didn't."
"Good. 'Cus let me tell you something:" The leader said, tugging on the collar of his jacket before continuing. "If I or anyone who knows me hears about you sayin' somethin'.. You better get outta here before you loose a house. Got it?" There was silence and such silence was satisfying for the leader as a grin surfaced on his face and a pat on the shoulder was given to the poor family man. "Good, I'm glad we have an understanding Mr Freeman." With that they let the man be and returned to the car, stopping to talk amongst eachother about the rising issue of folks who were a bit too curious for their own good. "Lets get the fuck outta here. If I see that bastard again I'm gonna kill and toss 'im into a river myself."
A Kilbride community had a positive appearance to those who drove by, yet its streets were clear with not even a single child loitering about in some playful scheme. People there would be in a rush to either leave or get indorrs and close the curtains. One wouldn't know the tensions that consumed those homes until they walked through and experienced what was really hidden in that neighborhood. Even the very few officers who drove by could tell you something was off, and since the disappearance of one of the neighborhood watch volunteers things started getting worse. If there wasn't a cop car out and about there was a questionable individual or two, and one house in the center of the neighborhood would have unfamiliar vehicles come in and go out rather frequently throughout the day. Despite the usual activities, it wasn't long after the patrolling officer was diverted for things to get a bit more uncanny according to the typical neighborhood standards. Little did the gangs that hid behind the innocent know: their reign will someday come to an end.
At one of the many porches, a pair of trench coat wearing individuals stood before a family, one of them holding a notepad while the other, a more familiar figure wearing a base ball cap spoke. "So you can not recall anything from that night?"
"No, I've already told you everything sir." The father of the family replied, his wife standing by his side and his two children peeking over at the strangers from behind the tall legs they hid behind.
"So Mr. Feeny, a neighbor who lived down the street just disappears without anyone noticing, right?" The conversation went on and on as the two men exchanged words, the notepad wielding man scribbling down quick notes about what was being said. That was until a car came to a halt just on the side of the road with three men climbing out. All of them wore suits, but one of them had a fedora hat; the evident leader of the 'three musketeer' group. Just then the door was shut, and the two questioning men were left alone. Soon the groups would approach one another on the sidewalk, a chuckle escaping the man in the fedora.
"Seems like the neighbors don't want to talk right now. Why don't you just run along, yeh?" The leader of the intruding group said, his arms crossed as he gave a look that dared the nosey dog to dare something.
"I wonder why..." Were the last distasteful words that were said before the two groups separated, the three going in their car while the pair went over to a nearby black Crown Victoria. It was just a daily sandbagging scenario for those who come looking for answers, but this time it got a bit more intense.
Once the black crown vic 'drove off' the three suited men climbed out of the car again, making their way to the home and giving it a loud bang on the door. This time only the man came to answer and he was met with a rather rude introduction. "You fuckin' said anythin' chump?"
"N-no. I didn't."
"Good. 'Cus let me tell you something:" The leader said, tugging on the collar of his jacket before continuing. "If I or anyone who knows me hears about you sayin' somethin'.. You better get outta here before you loose a house. Got it?" There was silence and such silence was satisfying for the leader as a grin surfaced on his face and a pat on the shoulder was given to the poor family man. "Good, I'm glad we have an understanding Mr Freeman." With that they let the man be and returned to the car, stopping to talk amongst eachother about the rising issue of folks who were a bit too curious for their own good. "Lets get the fuck outta here. If I see that bastard again I'm gonna kill and toss 'im into a river myself."