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Randall The stories about a man who eats people and kills armed men with his bare hands are true, to say the least. Sorry about the lack of formal introduction but that is classified; all you need to know is that I work for the F.B.I. and that I am working on the Randall case. It may seem strange that this would be publicized but a share of the money made on this will go towards funding the chase for Randall. Many videos of Randall were found but all of them were too gory to get on the news. One video only shows his hand destroying the camera. You may ask how we knew it was him if we only saw the hand. Well, his hand is a defining feature since every one of his fingertips is cut down to the bone. After a number of disturbing videos and crime scenes we compiled a book. This book detailed the series of events that we predicted had happened in these killings. Now this would be highly classified if it weren’t necessary to get more funding, and if it weren’t for the unauthorized editing of the book. Now, let’s start from the time when I got that book. So, after we had finished compiling all of the murders and information that we could about the scenes (mind you that it was very hard to do so), everyone who had worked on it got a free copy to help them study what his behaviors might be in the future. Well that all came to pass and I eventually grew tired of reading the book. I came to leave the book at my desk one day and found that it was gone the next morning. After searching all day to find that stupid book, they decided to print me off a new copy. After a week I had completely forgotten the incident. After two weeks nobody even remembered it. After three weeks, it happened. Three weeks after I lost my book I came to work and found it again. Although, this copy had been, “revised”. It had been written all over with words crossed out and others put in. entire pages had been ripped out, but all of the information fit the crime scenes perfectly. But the strangest part of it was that there was a note on it that said “since you won’t catch me you’d better get the story right. Do with it what you will.” And what I will is to tell you the true story. Randall was originally born in an alley way. The mother was dead when found and all that they could find was a baby with a dog tag around his neck that said “Randall”. Well, three teenagers happened to come by and see the baby and immediately called 911 once they saw the scene before them. Eventually Randall ended up at a hospital. Unfortunately, while waiting outside the womb Randall’s ears and nose had been infected and the hair follicles had been damaged so much that Randall would never have hair on his head. Now Randall looked very different. The ears were cut off and were now slight indents in the sides of his head. His nose was almost completely gone. Only a slight bump with long slits remained to act as a nose and of course he was bald. Otherwise he was a completely normal baby. Randall stopped fitting in as much when he grew up and still had no hair. Without any friends Randall usually stayed inside all day resulting in him being very pale. Hard times were coming around and people didn’t donate as much to the orphanages. In effect the food was becoming scarce and that resulted in fighting over the food. One kid named Stephen decided to start taking other peoples food by force. After a few days of kids being beaten up everyone stopped resisting him. Now back to Randall. Randall was always hungry and he could never seem to fill himself up. No matter how many vegetables he stole from the garden he just couldn’t stop the hunger. Though most people left Randall alone, Stephen didn’t care who he took from. Eventually he made the mistake of taking Randall’s food and Randall would have got up and punched him in the face if it weren’t for the nuns coming in at that exact moment. Stopped by this event Randall was forced to wait. No matter how much Randall tried to find Stephen alone, he was always surrounded by random kids trying to bribe him not to take their food. Randall was always watching Stephen for that one moment. The one moment when he was alone, and then Randall would get his revenge. Eventually kids became frightened of his when he was looking out the window at Stephen, Randall’s friend Harry told him how Stephen would stand outside and smoke at midnight. After staying up to confirm this myth Randall knew where to catch Stephen alone. The next night Stephen came out with a full pack of cigarettes and leaned against the dumpster before giving himself a light. Then, Randall came out. “What do you want?” Inquired Stephen, “You still mad about your lunch? Get over it!” “You made me hungry, and you’re gonna pay!” Randall quickly lashed out at Stephen catching him off guard. Stephen was quick to recover. He grabbed a bowie knife from his pocket and began to slash at Randall. “Now you’re gonna learn your place you freak!” As Stephen slashed and stabbed he cut a long gash across Randall’s face. It cut right over one of his eyes. Then as he slashed again he cut off the tip of Randall’s finger leaving only a sharp bone pointed tip. Randall knew that he had to get that knife away to even the fight. Next slash Randall blocked the blade with his bare hands. The blade cut off the pinky finger of his left hand. While Stephen was stunned by what Randall had just done he lost his bowie knife to the four fingers left on Randall’s hand. Randall then scratched at Stephen’s face which left one long thin scratch on his face. Stephen ran off into the woods but Randall was amazed. He looked at his fingers. He saw the bone tipped finger that had left a gash on Stephen’s face. An hour later, Randall was ready to hunt down Stephen. He had cut the tips of his remaining fingers down to bone as well and had cauterized them with Stephan’s lighter. The hunt was on. As Randall descended into the woods he heard the sound of sobbing. A quiet sobbing that could only be made by a person who knew they were to die but still tried to hide from fate. Randall heard this and it made him smile. A terrible smile; the sick and twisted smile of one who gains pleasure in killing. He followed the sound until he came upon Stephen cowering behind a bush. All of the ferocity in Stephen’s eyes was gone; it had all been turned into fear. Randall picked the kid up off of the ground. He looked at the kid who had been such a threat before; now he was paralyzed with fear. Randall pushed one his index finger into the kid’s stomach until it broke skin. Then, he slowly pulled it down along the stomach. Stephen was still paralyzed, even more so now that he realized that he was dying. The organs of the child spilled all over the ground. Now is the part where it gets gory. As Randall looked at the dead child he couldn’t help but think of how hungry he was. He thought of it and was disgusted. But still he was so hungry. After thinking about it long enough an animal-like instinct came over him. He sat down and started eating. It was delicious. He loved the way that the blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. At first Randall started with the meat but then couldn’t help but try the organs too. As he bit down on one he was overcome with pain. The acid burned into his gums and the sides of his mouth. As flesh and muscle around his mouth disintegrated and ripped, the acid also ate through his teeth. He pelted back to the orphanage. Once there he tried to soften the acid by rinsing his mouth with water. After about an hour the acid wore off. Randall clawed his way to the bathroom and looked at his mouth. The acid had burned almost all the way through his lips and he now had a Glasgow smile with conical teeth to match. He now noticed the cut from Stephen’s knife across his eye. He knew that he couldn’t stay. Randall left into the woods surrounding the house. This may seem like something that would alert a lot of people but many orphans ran away in these times. As such he packed the few things that he owned. As he was about to leave when he thought. Why not take Stephen’s too? Stephen was “running away” so why wouldn’t he bring his stuff? For the most part Stephen had clothes and food stashes. But there was a lockbox labeled “Stephen’s” under his bed so he didn’t know what was in there. Otherwise Stephen had a pocket knife, some stitches with a needle, a notebook and pencil, a few stolen toys, and more boxes of cigarettes. As Randall headed into the woods he saw Stephen’s bowie knife and lighter on the ground. He picked these up as well and as he wandered back into the woods, he found his way back to Stephen’s body. He thought he might as well take a few more bites. The meat wasn’t as fresh anymore. The blood wasn’t flowing into his mouth like it should. Still Randall felt stronger from doing this act of cannibalism. Randall hid just out of sight at the edges of the forest near the orphanage. At night Randall would sneak into the garden to steal vegetables. But even on this diet Randall began to get hungry again. One day he found a simple solution to his dilemma. The next day he snatched a kid that was near the woods and gagged him before the kid could talk. The kids name was Harry. Harry had been one of Randall’s friends. Honestly Harry had been near the edge of the woods wondering if Randall would come back. But now Randall wasn’t recognizable. Harry struggled to escape but Randall held him down. Harry kicked and struggled and punched, but it had little to no effect on Randall. Eventually Harry managed to get the gag out of his mouth. Before he could even make a sound Randall lifted up Harry’s head and hit it hard against the ground. this caused a sickening crack and rendered Harry unconscious. Randall took a bite out of Harry’s neck, letting the warm blood trickle into his mouth and down his throat. He took another bite, this time from the arm. His new sharp teeth helping him to rip the flesh. Enjoying this he took bite after bite of the warm flesh. In a few weeks seven more kids were abducted by Randall. The nuns of the orphanage called the police to search the woods for the missing kids. Now Randall was in trouble. He couldn’t let those cops find him. Thinking quickly he climbed a tree and waited until the police had passed him. Quickly and silently he gathered his stuff and ran back to the Orphanage. He started gathering supplies and packing them into an old backpack that he had found. Suddenly he heard a nun come down the stairs. Immediately she screamed. That scream set off an instinctual rage from Randall, and before he could think he was clawing her face and stabbing her in the stomach with his long bone-tipped fingers. Next he started to drink the blood enjoying every sip. After this outburst, he quickly realized that others would come down the stairs to see why she had screamed. He locked the door like the nuns did at night but he knew that that wouldn’t hold them for long because children had figured out how to get through a long time ago. He started to pile things in front of the door. He tipped over the book shelf, moved the couch and even managed to get the refrigerator in front of the door. Next he went into the garage and got the gasoline and every other flammable substance he could find. Next he doused the floor with them. He put extra barbecue lighter on the nun’s body. As he left he started a newspaper on fire with Stephan’s lighter and threw it into the house. The effect was instant. The house burst into uncontrollable flames. Quickly it started to burn the outside crawling through windows into the children’s rooms. An uncontrollable smile broke out on Randall’s face. He started to laugh with pleasure at the deaths he had caused. Then he got control of himself and got into one of the policeman’s cars. Before he drove off he made one last comment. “sorry guys. Looks like I’m going to have to miss the barbecue” After driving into town he decided to ditch the car. He would probably get pulled over anyways. As he was walking along he noticed a man getting beat up in an alleyway. A group of gang members were mugging him. For some reason Randall took pity on this man. Maybe it was the concept of the type of bullying he had received. Whatever the reason he decided to step in. “Hey guys, look at that little squirt coming over here” “hey kid, get lost. This is grownup business.” Randall was enraged at their insolence. Adrenaline started to pump through his veins. That same animal ferocity came over him. “Stop” The men look surprised. Then they laughed. One of pulled out a pocket knife. “Time this kid learned a lesson” The man started forward towards Randall. Quickly, Randall rushed forward, sticking one clawed hand into the man’s guts. With the other hand he grabbed the man’s knife-hand and started to bend it backwards. He didn’t stop bending it until he heard a satisfying cracking sound. Quickly, another man rushed him with a baseball bat. Randall dodged and quickly got behind the man. He grabbed him by the head and started to bang the head against the wall. The first time knocked the man out and left him bloody. The second cracked bone and broke his nose, the third started to cave in the man’s face. The next four took away half of the face, turning it into mush. The rest ran away at the sight of this. The man that had been mugged was severely hurt. His hand was broken and he was bruised over half of his body. Now that the man was unconscious Randall decided to “bestow a gift” upon him. Randall cut off the man’s useless hand and shoved his bowie knife in its place. Next Randall stole some nails from a nearby store and used them to keep the knife in place. After this he cauterized the wound with Stephen’s lighter. Lastly he wrote a note on the ground in blood; “A gift from Randall”. The man was named Henry and he was very smart. He managed to get pictures of those men and hack a database to find their names and addresses. Randall watched in sick pleasure as this man hunted the muggers down, entering their homes in the night and leaving them to die slowly after stabbing them with his bowie knife hand. Henry now lived out in a shack with one window. While Henry was out one evening Randall looked inside the house and found Henry’s hit list of all the people who he wanted revenge on. The only thing off about this was that Randall saw himself on the list. Henry was on a trail. He had followed the gang members and tracked them down to this house. Only seven remained and five of them should be here. It was a broken old house that everyone avoided. It was on the bad side of town and had always had a reputation for bad things happening. Henry had lived near here and must have walked by this building over a hundred times. But now it seemed, different. It didn’t feel right. Not that the building had ever felt right before but something was off about it. Henry walked up to the door. As he opened it he was met by a horrible stench. Blood splattered the walls. Huge dents in various places showed that this place had a history of violence. Still something was off about this. One thing that Henry soon noticed was that the blood was fresh. He had never been in here before but he was pretty sure that it hadn’t looked this bad before, before what? He searched the house eventually entering a room with a chair in it. Exhausted and confused Henry decided to sit down. As he entered the room he heard a voice. “So you think you can kill me, huh? You don’t have a clue” Just then Randall walked out from behind the corner. Henry slashed at him but Randall got in close and shoved his hand up henry's stomach and into his chest. Henry simply looked down in shock. Randall then took henry and smashed him through a window. however, Randall didn't let go of his entrails and henry was dangling out the window by a string of his own organs. slowly henry eventually hit the concrete pavement, by then he was dead, and Randall hasn't been seen since. Randall The stories about a man who eats people and kills armed men with his bare hands are true, to say the least. Sorry about the lack of formal introduction but that is classified; all you need to know is that I work for the F.B.I. and that I am working on the Randall case. It may seem strange that this would be publicized but a share of the money made on this will go towards funding the chase for Randall. Many videos of Randall were found but all of them were too gory to get on the news. One video only shows his hand destroying the camera. You may ask how we knew it was him if we only saw the hand. Well, his hand is a defining feature since every one of his fingertips is cut down to the bone. After a number of disturbing videos and crime scenes we compiled a book. This book detailed the series of events that we predicted had happened in these killings. Now this would be highly classified if it weren’t necessary to get more funding, and if it weren’t for the unauthorized editing of the book. Now, let’s start from the time when I got that book. So, after we had finished compiling all of the murders and information that we could about the scenes (mind you that it was very hard to do so), everyone who had worked on it got a free copy to help them study what his behaviors might be in the future. Well that all came to pass and I eventually grew tired of reading the book. I came to leave the book at my desk one day and found that it was gone the next morning. After searching all day to find that stupid book, they decided to print me off a new copy. After a week I had completely forgotten the incident. After two weeks nobody even remembered it. After three weeks, it happened. Three weeks after I lost my book I came to work and found it again. Although, this copy had been, “revised”. It had been written all over with words crossed out and others put in. entire pages had been ripped out, but all of the information fit the crime scenes perfectly. But the strangest part of it was that there was a note on it that said “since you won’t catch me you’d better get the story right. Do with it what you will.” And what I will is to tell you the true story. Randall was originally born in an alley way. The mother was dead when found and all that they could find was a baby with a dog tag around his neck that said “Randall”. Well, three teenagers happened to come by and see the baby and immediately called 911 once they saw the scene before them. Eventually Randall ended up at a hospital. Unfortunately, while waiting outside the womb Randall’s ears and nose had been infected and the hair follicles had been damaged so much that Randall would never have hair on his head. Now Randall looked very different. The ears were cut off and were now slight indents in the sides of his head. His nose was almost completely gone. Only a slight bump with long slits remained to act as a nose and of course he was bald. Otherwise he was a completely normal baby. Randall stopped fitting in as much when he grew up and still had no hair. Without any friends Randall usually stayed inside all day resulting in him being very pale. Hard times were coming around and people didn’t donate as much to the orphanages. In effect the food was becoming scarce and that resulted in fighting over the food. One kid named Stephen decided to start taking other peoples food by force. After a few days of kids being beaten up everyone stopped resisting him. Now back to Randall. Randall was always hungry and he could never seem to fill himself up. No matter how many vegetables he stole from the garden he just couldn’t stop the hunger. Though most people left Randall alone, Stephen didn’t care who he took from. Eventually he made the mistake of taking Randall’s food and Randall would have got up and punched him in the face if it weren’t for the nuns coming in at that exact moment. Stopped by this event Randall was forced to wait. No matter how much Randall tried to find Stephen alone, he was always surrounded by random kids trying to bribe him not to take their food. Randall was always watching Stephen for that one moment. The one moment when he was alone, and then Randall would get his revenge. Eventually kids became frightened of his when he was looking out the window at Stephen, Randall’s friend Harry told him how Stephen would stand outside and smoke at midnight. After staying up to confirm this myth Randall knew where to catch Stephen alone. The next night Stephen came out with a full pack of cigarettes and leaned against the dumpster before giving himself a light. Then, Randall came out. “What do you want?” Inquired Stephen, “You still mad about your lunch? Get over it!” “You made me hungry, and you’re gonna pay!” Randall quickly lashed out at Stephen catching him off guard. Stephen was quick to recover. He grabbed a bowie knife from his pocket and began to slash at Randall. “Now you’re gonna learn your place you freak!” As Stephen slashed and stabbed he cut a long gash across Randall’s face. It cut right over one of his eyes. Then as he slashed again he cut off the tip of Randall’s finger leaving only a sharp bone pointed tip. Randall knew that he had to get that knife away to even the fight. Next slash Randall blocked the blade with his bare hands. The blade cut off the pinky finger of his left hand. While Stephen was stunned by what Randall had just done he lost his bowie knife to the four fingers left on Randall’s hand. Randall then scratched at Stephen’s face which left one long thin scratch on his face. Stephen ran off into the woods but Randall was amazed. He looked at his fingers. He saw the bone tipped finger that had left a gash on Stephen’s face. An hour later, Randall was ready to hunt down Stephen. He had cut the tips of his remaining fingers down to bone as well and had cauterized them with Stephan’s lighter. The hunt was on. As Randall descended into the woods he heard the sound of sobbing. A quiet sobbing that could only be made by a person who knew they were to die but still tried to hide from fate. Randall heard this and it made him smile. A terrible smile; the sick and twisted smile of one who gains pleasure in killing. He followed the sound until he came upon Stephen cowering behind a bush. All of the ferocity in Stephen’s eyes was gone; it had all been turned into fear. Randall picked the kid up off of the ground. He looked at the kid who had been such a threat before; now he was paralyzed with fear. Randall pushed one his index finger into the kid’s stomach until it broke skin. Then, he slowly pulled it down along the stomach. Stephen was still paralyzed, even more so now that he realized that he was dying. The organs of the child spilled all over the ground. Now is the part where it gets gory. As Randall looked at the dead child he couldn’t help but think of how hungry he was. He thought of it and was disgusted. But still he was so hungry. After thinking about it long enough an animal-like instinct came over him. He sat down and started eating. It was delicious. He loved the way that the blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. At first Randall started with the meat but then couldn’t help but try the organs too. As he bit down on one he was overcome with pain. The acid burned into his gums and the sides of his mouth. As flesh and muscle around his mouth disintegrated and ripped, the acid also ate through his teeth. He pelted back to the orphanage. Once there he tried to soften the acid by rinsing his mouth with water. After about an hour the acid wore off. Randall clawed his way to the bathroom and looked at his mouth. The acid had burned almost all the way through his lips and he now had a Glasgow smile with conical teeth to match. He now noticed the cut from Stephen’s knife across his eye. He knew that he couldn’t stay. Randall left into the woods surrounding the house. This may seem like something that would alert a lot of people but many orphans ran away in these times. As such he packed the few things that he owned. As he was about to leave when he thought. Why not take Stephen’s too? Stephen was “running away” so why wouldn’t he bring his stuff? For the most part Stephen had clothes and food stashes. But there was a lockbox labeled “Stephen’s” under his bed so he didn’t know what was in there. Otherwise Stephen had a pocket knife, some stitches with a needle, a notebook and pencil, a few stolen toys, and more boxes of cigarettes. As Randall headed into the woods he saw Stephen’s bowie knife and lighter on the ground. He picked these up as well and as he wandered back into the woods, he found his way back to Stephen’s body. He thought he might as well take a few more bites. The meat wasn’t as fresh anymore. The blood wasn’t flowing into his mouth like it should. Still Randall felt stronger from doing this act of cannibalism. Randall hid just out of sight at the edges of the forest near the orphanage. At night Randall would sneak into the garden to steal vegetables. But even on this diet Randall began to get hungry again. One day he found a simple solution to his dilemma. The next day he snatched a kid that was near the woods and gagged him before the kid could talk. The kids name was Harry. Harry had been one of Randall’s friends. Honestly Harry had been near the edge of the woods wondering if Randall would come back. But now Randall wasn’t recognizable. Harry struggled to escape but Randall held him down. Harry kicked and struggled and punched, but it had little to no effect on Randall. Eventually Harry managed to get the gag out of his mouth. Before he could even make a sound Randall lifted up Harry’s head and hit it hard against the ground. this caused a sickening crack and rendered Harry unconscious. Randall took a bite out of Harry’s neck, letting the warm blood trickle into his mouth and down his throat. He took another bite, this time from the arm. His new sharp teeth helping him to rip the flesh. Enjoying this he took bite after bite of the warm flesh. In a few weeks seven more kids were abducted by Randall. The nuns of the orphanage called the police to search the woods for the missing kids. Now Randall was in trouble. He couldn’t let those cops find him. Thinking quickly he climbed a tree and waited until the police had passed him. Quickly and silently he gathered his stuff and ran back to the Orphanage. He started gathering supplies and packing them into an old backpack that he had found. Suddenly he heard a nun come down the stairs. Immediately she screamed. That scream set off an instinctual rage from Randall, and before he could think he was clawing her face and stabbing her in the stomach with his long bone-tipped fingers. Next he started to drink the blood enjoying every sip. After this outburst, he quickly realized that others would come down the stairs to see why she had screamed. He locked the door like the nuns did at night but he knew that that wouldn’t hold them for long because children had figured out how to get through a long time ago. He started to pile things in front of the door. He tipped over the book shelf, moved the couch and even managed to get the refrigerator in front of the door. Next he went into the garage and got the gasoline and every other flammable substance he could find. Next he doused the floor with them. He put extra barbecue lighter on the nun’s body. As he left he started a newspaper on fire with Stephan’s lighter and threw it into the house. The effect was instant. The house burst into uncontrollable flames. Quickly it started to burn the outside crawling through windows into the children’s rooms. An uncontrollable smile broke out on Randall’s face. He started to laugh with pleasure at the deaths he had caused. Then he got control of himself and got into one of the policeman’s cars. Before he drove off he made one last comment. “sorry guys. Looks like I’m going to have to miss the barbecue” After driving into town he decided to ditch the car. He would probably get pulled over anyways. As he was walking along he noticed a man getting beat up in an alleyway. A group of gang members were mugging him. For some reason Randall took pity on this man. Maybe it was the concept of the type of bullying he had received. Whatever the reason he decided to step in. “Hey guys, look at that little squirt coming over here” “hey kid, get lost. This is grownup business.” Randall was enraged at their insolence. Adrenaline started to pump through his veins. That same animal ferocity came over him. “Stop” The men look surprised. Then they laughed. One of pulled out a pocket knife. “Time this kid learned a lesson” The man started forward towards Randall. Quickly, Randall rushed forward, sticking one clawed hand into the man’s guts. With the other hand he grabbed the man’s knife-hand and started to bend it backwards. He didn’t stop bending it until he heard a satisfying cracking sound. Quickly, another man rushed him with a baseball bat. Randall dodged and quickly got behind the man. He grabbed him by the head and started to bang the head against the wall. The first time knocked the man out and left him bloody. The second cracked bone and broke his nose, the third started to cave in the man’s face. The next four took away half of the face, turning it into mush. The rest ran away at the sight of this. The man that had been mugged was severely hurt. His hand was broken and he was bruised over half of his body. Now that the man was unconscious Randall decided to “bestow a gift” upon him. Randall cut off the man’s useless hand and shoved his bowie knife in its place. Next Randall stole some nails from a nearby store and used them to keep the knife in place. After this he cauterized the wound with Stephen’s lighter. Lastly he wrote a note on the ground in blood; “A gift from Randall”. The man was named Henry and he was very smart. He managed to get pictures of those men and hack a database to find their names and addresses. Randall watched in sick pleasure as this man hunted the muggers down, entering their homes in the night and leaving them to die slowly after stabbing them with his bowie knife hand. Henry now lived out in a shack with one window. While Henry was out one evening Randall looked inside the house and found Henry’s hit list of all the people who he wanted revenge on. The only thing off about this was that Randall saw himself on the list. Henry was on a trail. He had followed the gang members and tracked them down to this house. Only seven remained and five of them should be here. It was a broken old house that everyone avoided. It was on the bad side of town and had always had a reputation for bad things happening. Henry had lived near here and must have walked by this building over a hundred times. But now it seemed, different. It didn’t feel right. Not that the building had ever felt right before but something was off about it. Henry walked up to the door. As he opened it he was met by a horrible stench. Blood splattered the walls. Huge dents in various places showed that this place had a history of violence. Still something was off about this. One thing that Henry soon noticed was that the blood was fresh. He had never been in here before but he was pretty sure that it hadn’t looked this bad before, before what? He searched the house eventually entering a room with a chair in it. Exhausted and confused Henry decided to sit down. As he entered the room he heard a voice. “So you think you can kill me, huh? You don’t have a clue” Just then Randall walked out from behind the corner. Henry slashed at him but Randall got in close and shoved his hand up henry's stomach and into his chest. Henry simply looked down in shock. Randall then took henry and smashed him through a window. however, Randall didn't let go of his entrails and henry was dangling out the window by a string of his own organs. slowly henry eventually hit the concrete pavement, by then he was dead, and Randall hasn't been seen since. Randall The stories about a man who eats people and kills armed men with his bare hands are true, to say the least. Sorry about the lack of formal introduction but that is classified; all you need to know is that I work for the F.B.I. and that I am working on the Randall case. It may seem strange that this would be publicized but a share of the money made on this will go towards funding the chase for Randall. Many videos of Randall were found but all of them were too gory to get on the news. One video only shows his hand destroying the camera. You may ask how we knew it was him if we only saw the hand. Well, his hand is a defining feature since every one of his fingertips is cut down to the bone. After a number of disturbing videos and crime scenes we compiled a book. This book detailed the series of events that we predicted had happened in these killings. Now this would be highly classified if it weren’t necessary to get more funding, and if it weren’t for the unauthorized editing of the book. Now, let’s start from the time when I got that book. So, after we had finished compiling all of the murders and information that we could about the scenes (mind you that it was very hard to do so), everyone who had worked on it got a free copy to help them study what his behaviors might be in the future. Well that all came to pass and I eventually grew tired of reading the book. I came to leave the book at my desk one day and found that it was gone the next morning. After searching all day to find that stupid book, they decided to print me off a new copy. After a week I had completely forgotten the incident. After two weeks nobody even remembered it. After three weeks, it happened. Three weeks after I lost my book I came to work and found it again. Although, this copy had been, “revised”. It had been written all over with words crossed out and others put in. entire pages had been ripped out, but all of the information fit the crime scenes perfectly. But the strangest part of it was that there was a note on it that said “since you won’t catch me you’d better get the story right. Do with it what you will.” And what I will is to tell you the true story. Randall was originally born in an alley way. The mother was dead when found and all that they could find was a baby with a dog tag around his neck that said “Randall”. Well, three teenagers happened to come by and see the baby and immediately called 911 once they saw the scene before them. Eventually Randall ended up at a hospital. Unfortunately, while waiting outside the womb Randall’s ears and nose had been infected and the hair follicles had been damaged so much that Randall would never have hair on his head. Now Randall looked very different. The ears were cut off and were now slight indents in the sides of his head. His nose was almost completely gone. Only a slight bump with long slits remained to act as a nose and of course he was bald. Otherwise he was a completely normal baby. Randall stopped fitting in as much when he grew up and still had no hair. Without any friends Randall usually stayed inside all day resulting in him being very pale. Hard times were coming around and people didn’t donate as much to the orphanages. In effect the food was becoming scarce and that resulted in fighting over the food. One kid named Stephen decided to start taking other peoples food by force. After a few days of kids being beaten up everyone stopped resisting him. Now back to Randall. Randall was always hungry and he could never seem to fill himself up. No matter how many vegetables he stole from the garden he just couldn’t stop the hunger. Though most people left Randall alone, Stephen didn’t care who he took from. Eventually he made the mistake of taking Randall’s food and Randall would have got up and punched him in the face if it weren’t for the nuns coming in at that exact moment. Stopped by this event Randall was forced to wait. No matter how much Randall tried to find Stephen alone, he was always surrounded by random kids trying to bribe him not to take their food. Randall was always watching Stephen for that one moment. The one moment when he was alone, and then Randall would get his revenge. Eventually kids became frightened of his when he was looking out the window at Stephen, Randall’s friend Harry told him how Stephen would stand outside and smoke at midnight. After staying up to confirm this myth Randall knew where to catch Stephen alone. The next night Stephen came out with a full pack of cigarettes and leaned against the dumpster before giving himself a light. Then, Randall came out. “What do you want?” Inquired Stephen, “You still mad about your lunch? Get over it!” “You made me hungry, and you’re gonna pay!” Randall quickly lashed out at Stephen catching him off guard. Stephen was quick to recover. He grabbed a bowie knife from his pocket and began to slash at Randall. “Now you’re gonna learn your place you freak!” As Stephen slashed and stabbed he cut a long gash across Randall’s face. It cut right over one of his eyes. Then as he slashed again he cut off the tip of Randall’s finger leaving only a sharp bone pointed tip. Randall knew that he had to get that knife away to even the fight. Next slash Randall blocked the blade with his bare hands. The blade cut off the pinky finger of his left hand. While Stephen was stunned by what Randall had just done he lost his bowie knife to the four fingers left on Randall’s hand. Randall then scratched at Stephen’s face which left one long thin scratch on his face. Stephen ran off into the woods but Randall was amazed. He looked at his fingers. He saw the bone tipped finger that had left a gash on Stephen’s face. An hour later, Randall was ready to hunt down Stephen. He had cut the tips of his remaining fingers down to bone as well and had cauterized them with Stephan’s lighter. The hunt was on. As Randall descended into the woods he heard the sound of sobbing. A quiet sobbing that could only be made by a person who knew they were to die but still tried to hide from fate. Randall heard this and it made him smile. A terrible smile; the sick and twisted smile of one who gains pleasure in killing. He followed the sound until he came upon Stephen cowering behind a bush. All of the ferocity in Stephen’s eyes was gone; it had all been turned into fear. Randall picked the kid up off of the ground. He looked at the kid who had been such a threat before; now he was paralyzed with fear. Randall pushed one his index finger into the kid’s stomach until it broke skin. Then, he slowly pulled it down along the stomach. Stephen was still paralyzed, even more so now that he realized that he was dying. The organs of the child spilled all over the ground. Now is the part where it gets gory. As Randall looked at the dead child he couldn’t help but think of how hungry he was. He thought of it and was disgusted. But still he was so hungry. After thinking about it long enough an animal-like instinct came over him. He sat down and started eating. It was delicious. He loved the way that the blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. At first Randall started with the meat but then couldn’t help but try the organs too. As he bit down on one he was overcome with pain. The acid burned into his gums and the sides of his mouth. As flesh and muscle around his mouth disintegrated and ripped, the acid also ate through his teeth. He pelted back to the orphanage. Once there he tried to soften the acid by rinsing his mouth with water. After about an hour the acid wore off. Randall clawed his way to the bathroom and looked at his mouth. The acid had burned almost all the way through his lips and he now had a Glasgow smile with conical teeth to match. He now noticed the cut from Stephen’s knife across his eye. He knew that he couldn’t stay. Randall left into the woods surrounding the house. This may seem like something that would alert a lot of people but many orphans ran away in these times. As such he packed the few things that he owned. As he was about to leave when he thought. Why not take Stephen’s too? Stephen was “running away” so why wouldn’t he bring his stuff? For the most part Stephen had clothes and food stashes. But there was a lockbox labeled “Stephen’s” under his bed so he didn’t know what was in there. Otherwise Stephen had a pocket knife, some stitches with a needle, a notebook and pencil, a few stolen toys, and more boxes of cigarettes. As Randall headed into the woods he saw Stephen’s bowie knife and lighter on the ground. He picked these up as well and as he wandered back into the woods, he found his way back to Stephen’s body. He thought he might as well take a few more bites. The meat wasn’t as fresh anymore. The blood wasn’t flowing into his mouth like it should. Still Randall felt stronger from doing this act of cannibalism. Randall hid just out of sight at the edges of the forest near the orphanage. At night Randall would sneak into the garden to steal vegetables. But even on this diet Randall began to get hungry again. One day he found a simple solution to his dilemma. The next day he snatched a kid that was near the woods and gagged him before the kid could talk. The kids name was Harry. Harry had been one of Randall’s friends. Honestly Harry had been near the edge of the woods wondering if Randall would come back. But now Randall wasn’t recognizable. Harry struggled to escape but Randall held him down. Harry kicked and struggled and punched, but it had little to no effect on Randall. Eventually Harry managed to get the gag out of his mouth. Before he could even make a sound Randall lifted up Harry’s head and hit it hard against the ground. this caused a sickening crack and rendered Harry unconscious. Randall took a bite out of Harry’s neck, letting the warm blood trickle into his mouth and down his throat. He took another bite, this time from the arm. His new sharp teeth helping him to rip the flesh. Enjoying this he took bite after bite of the warm flesh. In a few weeks seven more kids were abducted by Randall. The nuns of the orphanage called the police to search the woods for the missing kids. Now Randall was in trouble. He couldn’t let those cops find him. Thinking quickly he climbed a tree and waited until the police had passed him. Quickly and silently he gathered his stuff and ran back to the Orphanage. He started gathering supplies and packing them into an old backpack that he had found. Suddenly he heard a nun come down the stairs. Immediately she screamed. That scream set off an instinctual rage from Randall, and before he could think he was clawing her face and stabbing her in the stomach with his long bone-tipped fingers. Next he started to drink the blood enjoying every sip. After this outburst, he quickly realized that others would come down the stairs to see why she had screamed. He locked the door like the nuns did at night but he knew that that wouldn’t hold them for long because children had figured out how to get through a long time ago. He started to pile things in front of the door. He tipped over the book shelf, moved the couch and even managed to get the refrigerator in front of the door. Next he went into the garage and got the gasoline and every other flammable substance he could find. Next he doused the floor with them. He put extra barbecue lighter on the nun’s body. As he left he started a newspaper on fire with Stephan’s lighter and threw it into the house. The effect was instant. The house burst into uncontrollable flames. Quickly it started to burn the outside crawling through windows into the children’s rooms. An uncontrollable smile broke out on Randall’s face. He started to laugh with pleasure at the deaths he had caused. Then he got control of himself and got into one of the policeman’s cars. Before he drove off he made one last comment. “sorry guys. Looks like I’m going to have to miss the barbecue” After driving into town he decided to ditch the car. He would probably get pulled over anyways. As he was walking along he noticed a man getting beat up in an alleyway. A group of gang members were mugging him. For some reason Randall took pity on this man. Maybe it was the concept of the type of bullying he had received. Whatever the reason he decided to step in. “Hey guys, look at that little squirt coming over here” “hey kid, get lost. This is grownup business.” Randall was enraged at their insolence. Adrenaline started to pump through his veins. That same animal ferocity came over him. “Stop” The men look surprised. Then they laughed. One of pulled out a pocket knife. “Time this kid learned a lesson” The man started forward towards Randall. Quickly, Randall rushed forward, sticking one clawed hand into the man’s guts. With the other hand he grabbed the man’s knife-hand and started to bend it backwards. He didn’t stop bending it until he heard a satisfying cracking sound. Quickly, another man rushed him with a baseball bat. Randall dodged and quickly got behind the man. He grabbed him by the head and started to bang the head against the wall. The first time knocked the man out and left him bloody. The second cracked bone and broke his nose, the third started to cave in the man’s face. The next four took away half of the face, turning it into mush. The rest ran away at the sight of this. The man that had been mugged was severely hurt. His hand was broken and he was bruised over half of his body. Now that the man was unconscious Randall decided to “bestow a gift” upon him. Randall cut off the man’s useless hand and shoved his bowie knife in its place. Next Randall stole some nails from a nearby store and used them to keep the knife in place. After this he cauterized the wound with Stephen’s lighter. Lastly he wrote a note on the ground in blood; “A gift from Randall”. The man was named Henry and he was very smart. He managed to get pictures of those men and hack a database to find their names and addresses. Randall watched in sick pleasure as this man hunted the muggers down, entering their homes in the night and leaving them to die slowly after stabbing them with his bowie knife hand. Henry now lived out in a shack with one window. While Henry was out one evening Randall looked inside the house and found Henry’s hit list of all the people who he wanted revenge on. The only thing off about this was that Randall saw himself on the list. Henry was on a trail. He had followed the gang members and tracked them down to this house. Only seven remained and five of them should be here. It was a broken old house that everyone avoided. It was on the bad side of town and had always had a reputation for bad things happening. Henry had lived near here and must have walked by this building over a hundred times. But now it seemed, different. It didn’t feel right. Not that the building had ever felt right before but something was off about it. Henry walked up to the door. As he opened it he was met by a horrible stench. Blood splattered the walls. Huge dents in various places showed that this place had a history of violence. Still something was off about this. One thing that Henry soon noticed was that the blood was fresh. He had never been in here before but he was pretty sure that it hadn’t looked this bad before, before what? He searched the house eventually entering a room with a chair in it. Exhausted and confused Henry decided to sit down. As he entered the room he heard a voice. “So you think you can kill me, huh? You don’t have a clue” Just then Randall walked out from behind the corner. Henry slashed at him but Randall got in close and shoved his hand up henry's stomach and into his chest. Henry simply looked down in shock. Randall then took henry and smashed him through a window. however, Randall didn't let go of his entrails and henry was dangling out the window by a string of his own organs. slowly henry eventually hit the concrete pavement, by then he was dead... (unfinished) Note: NOT insopired by JTK  