User:Moose Bowl

There is a story I would like to share with you today. This is a very somewhat surprising story.

This is a story of a man named Devon Warner...he is thirty six years old...he has been missing for 6 years..never found. Some say he was executed after he disappeared. Some however believe he is still alive. This story proves that no family is perfect. Not even the ones that seem to be. In fact. The most perfect kinds of families are the ones that are mentally dysfunctional. I have been researching Devon and his history for the past little while and have found only records of what happened and how he disappeared, nothing of his current whereabouts. I plan to keep you all updated on this but for now, this is his story.

There was once a man named Devon. He married a woman named Elisabeth on August 23rd 2010. This is their story.

Devon was a very basic kind of man. He had short brown hair, he was very tall and slim, and very serious when it came to work. He had very wide rimmed glasses, and always dressed in serious work attire. He was very friendly with people in general. Was being the Key word here. But at times he tended to show small symptoms of insanity. Every time somebody brought it up, he denied it instantly. Everyone in the work building became suspicious after a while, and they call said he would never find out how to love. They were half right. In late December of 2009, he went on a Christmas vacation to Chicago. He met a woman there Named Elizabeth Olkhem. The two of them instantly fell in love, and Elisabeth agreed to move back to Ohio with Devon. They got married a year later. Elisabeth was also a very basic person, but she wasn't very serious normally. She had straight dark brown hair with blonde highlights. She liked to dress in a lot of floral prints and her most favorite piece of clothing was a blue dress with purple and red flowers that Devon had gotten her for Valentine's Day. She wore it constantly. When they went out in public, all the other people stared because of how fond they looked of each other. They seemed like the most perfect couple. Devon had most of the control in the relationship, and inside, Elisabeth felt lonely, and she felt like she was being pushed around by him too much. Sure, she loved him...but enough is enough right? And one day, she decided to go against Devon and humiliate him...bad move. That was one of the last things she ever did.

It was a chilly Spring day, and the two of them were in a local café, cuddling, drinking coffee, and sharing a cake pop. People were beginning to stare and take pictures. They didn't seem to mind. Until Elisabeth noticed one of her friends on the other side of the small room. She waved to her and motioned for her to join them. This made Devon angry. He didn't like any of his wife's friends interfering in their life at all. In fact, he hated it. Rage would boil up inside of him...and he would almost explode. But he would have to hold it back, he loved Elisabeth and he didn't want to lose her. He liked to think he was in control. After Elizabeth's friend came over and sat down, the two women were completely engulfed in conversation. Devon sat on the side looking like a third wheel. This did not make Devon happy, but he let it continue. When the couple returned home that night, Devon didn't talk much because he was angry about the earlier incident. Until 9:00 pm, he hadn't said anything.The two of them were in the living room watching a romantic movie, Elisabeth was walking into the kitchen to grab a drink. But Devon stopped her. He grabbed her before she was able to walk through the doorway, and spoke in a soft voice. "I shouldn't be rewarding you like this..." he said softly. Elisabeth looked at him with a confused expression. "excuse me...?" she mumbled. "I don't like how you have to bring your friends into everything" Devon said sternly. "But that was only once today honey, what are you mad about?" she asked. Devon started to turn red. What didn't she get? She grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. "Listen here!" he shouted. "I am the boss in this relationship! And what I say goes! And your little friends entering our private dates and conversations, that inferiorities me It makes me so angry and Im letting you know that you have to STOP!" he yelled. Elisabeth didn't know how to react. She was so shocked. "Answer me dammit!" Devon yelled. Elisabeth was too shocked to do anything. So, Devon did what any madman would do as a first instinct to this situation. He slapped her across her face...hard. Elisabeth stood there, shocked and afraid. Devon walked away from her not saying a word. Elisabeth slumped down on the wall..and cried. This abuse continued on a daily basis for poor Elisabeth. Normally, it was only verbal abuse, but sometimes it would escalate to physical violence. It had gotten so bad that she was unable to socialize with anybody but Devon, and her coworkers. The next few months were not normal for either of them. Devon would constantly remind Elisabeth that she would always be under his control. She continued to obey him...until she decided she'd had enough. On the night of June 13th...2010, She decided to fight back...bad idea. It was early evening, maybe around 7:15 pm. Elisabeth was on the phone with a domestic abuse hotline, when Devon came home from work. Elisabeth hung up and tried to hide the phone from him by sitting on it. Devon gave her the "I'm in control" speech once more. He was just about to walk away when, suddenly, the phone rang. Elisabeth froze. Devon walked over to her slowly. "who was that..." he said softly. She didn't respond. "Nobody...just someone from work..." she lied. "Oh really?" Devon shouted. He shoved her over and picked up the phone. "hello? Who is this?" he asked. The woman on the other end answered. "Yes, this is Maria with the national domestic abuse hotline, I received a call from Mrs. Elisabeth Warner about her husband Mr.Devon Warner. Is there an issue here?" The woman asked. Devon turned beat red, but he was able to keep his voice in control. "No ma'am" he said. "This is her father speaking, we have cleared up the situation and she is safe with me, I picked her up before the violence on ensue any further" The woman believed the lie, and hung up. Devon smashed the phone on the ground, and turned to Elisabeth, who was holding he knees to her chest, shaking with fear. "You lied to me..." Devon heaved. Before Elisabeth had time to respond, he grabbed he arm and yanked her up from the floor. He pulled her upstairs into the master bedroom and threw her on the bed. He towered over her. . "I told you I was in control...You disobeyed me" he shouted. "I'm sorry..." Elisabeth whimpered. "I was just scared...for you..." she said backing up. That's when Devon snapped. "BULLSHIT!" he screamed. He pulled his arm back and punched her in the face. Blood ran from Her nose and she quickly shuffled back on her hands and feet. Sweat was dripping from her forehead despite the cool air. She began to cry. "Oh stop crying you stupid little bitch!" Devon yelled before hitting her once more. Elisabeth stood up, and she ran for the door. But Devon grabbed her by the end of her dress. He grabbed the framed picture from their wedding night, and smacked her over the head with it. This caused her to fall down. Blood was pouring from her nose and the back of her head. She was crying, screaming, and pleading for mercy, but it did no good. He climbed on top of her and continued to hit her multiple times. "Dev...I...Sorry...Love you..." Elisabeth choked out. This only made Him even more angry. He grabbed one of her high heels from the dresser nearby and started slapping her over and over with it before eventually stabbing her in the side of the neck with the end of it. She wasn't able to move. And Devon was covered in blood. And so was the light blue carpet. Devon figured his work was done, but just to be sure, he punched her hard in the stomach before eventually stabbing her with his switchblade. He carved the words, "listen, don't hesitate" into her ankle. He sat back on his feet and admired his work. He was laughing on the inside, truly going mad. Until he heard a small, quiet moan come from in front of him. He looked down to notice that, Elisabeth was still alive! To his surprise, she still clung to life. Devon freaked out about this but did nothing. He figured he should let her suffer. He stood up and looked down over her. And that was when he snapped back to reality. He instantly knelt down, and checked her vital signs. There was no way he could save her...she was pretty much gone, and the phone had been smashed. So there was no use. Devon just stared at her for a long time, and a tear ran down his cheek. He cried softly to himself, kissed the top of her head, and eventually ran away and left her there. Police arrived on the scene shortly after, but by then it was too late. Elisabeth Warner, was dead. She died from blood loss. Her blond highlights had been tinted ginger from the blood.

Devon however, was never seen again. There is a rumor that he ran out in front of a bus after getting drunk that night, that was obviously the number one expectation. Some people even say that he was so angry at himself, that he ran out into an old alley, and slit his throat with a piece of barbed wire. That was an even worse rumor. Some say the cops caught him and he was killed. But whatever the case may be, if he is still out there, he is said to have random flashes of insanity. You may want to watch out for a tall figure with brown messy hair out in the streets at night. As for Elisabeth, her body was preserved at the Local morgue. But the thing that Nobody ever paid any attention too that caught my attention the most, was that she was wearing that floral dress that Devon got her for Valentines day...