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Encounters of My Demise

By, Autumn Swan

Chapter One
Fear the Unexpected
I arose to the sound of metal objects hitting the floor. My first thought, why the hell did someone wake me up at 2 in the morning! I grabbed my axe and walked down the hall. As I walked down the hall I had to watch my step from all the glass. Someone had smashed everything that was on the walls; old photos of me and my family, painting a made when I was a child. Great memorialized events smashed to bits, bummer. I couldn’t help but feel heart broken, but that just made the grip on my axe stronger. You could hear that someone was in my fridge, probably eating my birthday cake that I made last night. The nerve of some people!
Not only was today my birthday, but also the anniversary of my parent’s death. Why does shit like this always happen? Can I not have a day of peace? The fridge slammed, someone was walking over to the table. The chair screeched a crossed the floor. I walked to the entrance of the kitchen. I tilted my head in to see a man, a very naked man sitting on one of my chairs. I gasped at his nakedness and placed my back on the wall. Why the hell is there a naked, a naked man in my house? Tilting my head back into the kitchen I saw him eating my cake. I got angry. It took me five hours to make that cake. He ate it so quickly that there was hardly any left! Jerk, who gives you the right to come in my house, naked or not, and eat my food! Even though I was furious with him, I couldn’t help but sneak another look at him. He was naked in all, and the only person I ever saw naked was my grand-father when I was about six. That’s not something you want to see, ever.
I was contemplating just watching him for a while, see if he would leave. Unfortunately, I was so distracted by him that I didn’t realize he was staring at me. I froze; he was now facing me, with all his nakedness. My mouth opened wide as I looked him over. He was much hotter them my grandfather, and not so wrinkly. He noticed my reaction and ripped my table cloth off. He tied my table cloth around his waist, I also dropped my axe. He smiled, but when I saw his teeth I stepped away. They looked sharp like razors and he had about four times the amount of teeth a normal person would have. That’s when I noticed his eyes; they were an extraordinary shade of blue, too bright to be real.
Then I had an intense feeling that I needed to run, run far away from him. I started to walk towards the front door, which was a couple of steps to my left. His smile widened as my paced accelerated towards the door. His stance hardened, his hands turned into fists and his smile turned into a snarl. I ran for the door, but he was fast too fast for him to be human. He had me by the neck, and dragged me back into the kitchen. My breath quickened, I thought I was going to die. He threw me on my kitchen table, and ripped off my shirt. He pulled out something that looked like a needle, a really big fucking needle, and stabbed it into my chest. I felt the world go numb, and fuzzy. I blacked out.

Chapter Two
My Demise
I was awoken by a strange purple woman; she was short and had tentacles instead of hair. I was pretty sure I was dreaming or hallucinating but I remembered what happened in my home and I knew it was not. She grabbed my arm and threw me to my feet. I had an intense sense of vertigo and dropped to my feet. The floor was covered in this weird sticky goo that was the colour of snot; I almost threw up just at the feel of it. I could hear her laughing at me, and I gave her the dirtiest look I could. She covered her mouth to stop her laughter. I wasn’t sure if this day could get worse. I helped myself off the slime covered floor, and tried to wipe most of it off my ass. She yanked on my shirt and almost dragged me out the door.
The place was all metal, no windows, like something you would see in a sci-fi movie. One of her tentacles slammed me in the face which almost knocked me over. She was laughing at me, again. The hall was pretty empty, until we got to the ending of the hallway. A metal door opened up and I gasped at the site. In this room there were thousands of, well whatever they are. If I was completely crazy I would have probably called them aliens. However, they didn’t look like the stereo-typical aliens you see on TV and in movies, well most of them weren’t. They all looked so different; some were purple like the girl tugging me around. Some looked like the little green Martians, I almost blurted out laughing. I looked the crowd over several times as we walked down to the alter.
We arrived at the alter and I noticed who the man was that was standing behind it. It was that man from my house, and he was still very naked! The one who ate my food and stuck a needle in my chest! I got really angry, he had the nerve to come into my home and then drug me! I gave him a dirty look, but he just smiled at me. The girl threw me at him and walked away. She was so rude; she didn’t even have to talk for me to hate her guts. He bound my wrist in front of me and threw me on the alter. The crowd rawred in excitement as he tied my hands above my head, I squirmed. He was strong, too strong; I hated his “super powers”. I screamed at him, but the crowd was so loud it didn’t even make a dent. He slipped a knife out of his pocket and traced it around my neck. It was warmer than I expected and shot shivers down my spine.
I cringed as the tip cut through my shirt. He cut my bra straps and removed it as well as my shirt. He unbuttoned my pants and ripped them off. He kissed my inner thigh, my breath quickened. I kicked at him, but he grabbed them before I could do damage. He slowly pulled down my underwear but I kicked and squirmed which made it difficult for him. However, he managed to get them off anyway. He threw my panties at the crowd and they scream with enjoyment. I noticed he had his knife in his hand again. The knife sliced through my stomach, I screamed out of pain. He smiled and licked my blood off the knife, the kinky little bastard. I closed my eye as he licked the cut. He walked over to my face and started to kiss my neck. He moaned as he bit my ear, his breathe was cold and tingly.
My vision on reality started to fade as blood gushed from my stomach. I felt drunk or drugged and I wanted to run away, but of course I remembered I tied up. I really couldn’t tell you what happened next, not even if I could remember.

Chapter Three
Close but no Cigar
Once again I woke up in that dirty slim covered box that they call a bedroom. At least this time I was awoken by that, girl. This time I actually had enough time to look around this “wonderful” room. The room was an off colour of pink and green, sort of like puke. Why would anyone paint a room such a, icky colour? I banged on the huge metal door, but of course it didn’t even budge. I walked into the bathroom, which was also a hideous colour. My head started to majorly hurt and I had to brace myself on the wall. I felt dizzy from all the pain. I ran for the toilet to throw up. I lay on the floor for at least a half an hour until the pain stopped.
When I finally felt better I started to stand up. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was glad I had clothing on after what happened last night, or whenever it was. I looked at my stomach and was amazed to see not a single scar, how could that be possible? How long was I out for? How long have I been in this horrible sticky place?! God I miss home, that’s not something I ever thought I would say. I look around the bathroom, maybe there’s something that can tell me what time it is, or what year. I didn’t look old, but that doesn’t mean I have been here for years, what if they have some weird time thing going on! What if I’m 1001 and everyone I loved (or I hated most of them but that’s not the point) was dead!
While I was looking around I found a vent, a huge vent, and one of the screws was loose! I looked for something to take the nails out. I found a metal comb while looking in a drawer. Using it as a, pain in the neck, screwdriver, I took the screws off one by one. It worked, almost perfectly, I was proud of my ability to use anything to do anything. I ripped the vent off and made sure no one was watching me. The vent was a lot smaller than expected, but I still fit through it. It smelled of dead rodents and year old socks, I gasped for breathe god it was gross! Somehow I managed to stand the smell for ten minutes.
I found an open vent above the auditorium that I was, before. It looked so much bigger now that no one was in it. I climbed out of the vent and was relieved to breathe fresh air once more. The room was way too quiet and I felt that every time I moved the world could hear me. The main door squeaked open and I jumped behind the alter. I peeked out to see who was there but I couldn’t see anyone. I went to the other side and look over, and standing right in from on me was, him. That pain in the butt, no good, cake eating, naked guy! Once again, he was naked, god what was with this dude and not wearing clothing? Did he not have one wear of pants! I wish that is man parts weren’t right in my face.
He grabbed me be the neck and threw me on the alter, which was colder then I remember. He smiled at me his sharp pearly white teeth shined light into my eyes. He hissed at me when I struggled against him. Geez, how could such a naked man be so, so terrifying? I squinted my eyes at him, but I doubted I looked scary to him. His smile softened, but he was still fierce. I kicked at him, even though I knew that I wouldn’t hit him.
He grabbed both my legs and yanked me off the alter. I hit my head really hard on the way down to the floor. The world was spinning, and around the edges of my view was black. He crouched beside me and put his hand over my eyes. I wanted to shake my head to get his hand off, but I couldn’t move my neck. He picked me off the ground, but I still couldn’t see where I was going. Pain shot through my body, I wanted to scream but everything was shut off. When he took his hand off my face I was in something that looked like a morgue.

Chapter Four
At the Edge of Death
This room was all metal, and was huge. The place was so clean and shiny that I could see my reflection in the ceiling. I could see tones of body bags and I dare not think what was in them. Did they think I was dead?! I am not dead! I tried to scream but still nothing came. What’s happening to me? Once I was watching this show on TV (1000 ways to die) about this guy who was an organ donor, but he wasn’t dead. He had something called, I don’t remember what, but that main part is, that he wasn’t dead and couldn’t tell anyone! I don’t want that to happen to me! I don’t want them to take out my organs without some sort of tranquilizer!
My breathing quickened, how was I going to get out of this? I’ve been in many sticky situations but never like this! I can’t move, and can’t talk, how will they know I am alive? A strange looking man with five eyes, and the weirdest shaped mouth I have ever seen walked right up to me. I wanted to scream at him, or do something to get him to see I’m still here. But there was no chance, I was done this time. I’m as good as dead now. From the corner of my eye I could see naked man, I really need to give him a better nickname. Five eyes looked deeply into my eyes, and I moved my eyes back and forth. He gasped a little, and spoke to the other guy in some language I have never heard. Maybe I wasn’t dead after all.
I felt something go into my arm, than I felt numb. After that things get a little blurry. I remember being wheeled off to somewhere else, a room that was once again the colour of snot. Then bright lights were in my eyes and I couldn’t see shit. After that, everything goes dark.

Chapter 5
Too Much Nakedness
I arose in a huge room filled with, aliens. I hated calling them that but well; I have no other word for them yet. I sat up in the icky, musky old bed that I was laying in, and realized I could move again! I was so happy I could hug the first person that came in here. As I imagined once I said that naked dude came in, still very naked, gee I need to buy him so pants. And of course he walks right up to me, because who else would he be looking for?
I seriously wanted to kick his butt now. First he ate my cake; I don’t know how long ago that was but still! Then he abducted me, and he ripped my clothes, and cut me, and… Argh! I hate him so much I could kiss him. Wait, I meant kill him, I think. He was just standing there looking at me, than I looked at what I was wearing. I’m so glad that I was under some covers, because now I was naked, again. Geez why do people keep stealing my clothing! I lay back down so he couldn’t see my bare back, and part of my ass. He laughed, but he stopped the moment I gave him a dirty look. However, he did keep a smile on his face so that I could just see his teeth. Does this boy never talk? Seriously it’s weirding me out! I decided I wasn’t going to lie here anymore, but I didn’t know where my clothing was! So I took the blankets with me.
“Where do you think you’re going missy?” his voice sounded like thunder in the big quiet room. I froze at the sound of his voice, it was almost angelic. I kept moving towards the door, but he was in front of my in seconds. I hated how fast he was. Why couldn’t I be that fast? I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.
“Let go of me jerk!” I yanked my arm out of his hand, and amazingly he let me. For the first time since I’ve met him he actually frowned. I always felt bad for him, but then I remember why I was so pissed at him. Soon his frown turned into a growl, which led to him grabbing onto my torso. He grabbed me so hard, I couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, the loud irritating noise screeched though the building, and he vanished out of thin air. I stood there all alone with only a blanket for clothing. In a place where I’ve never been before, did I mention I was alone?
I ran to a closet, eureka, clothing at last! I grabbed the first thing I found and put it on. It was a little big, and blue, but non-the-less clothing. I ran to the entrance, I looked outside, not a soul in sight. Where was everyone? I saw an elevator and started to walk towards it, there was an open door on my way there, and there were hundreds of weapons. This was my lucky day. It was like a psychopaths dream come true.



Not done -_- (it's almost done, i swear)

Hell in Comparison

By, Autumn Swan (Sorry these are sooo long)

Chapter One: The Beginning of Something

I woke up in a daze; the sun was shining in my eye through the trees. I sprung to my feet, not knowing how I got here or where I was. I fell back to my back not completely awake or at my normal strength. I heard someone walking towards me, but I couldn’t see anyone from dizziness. I couldn’t help but feel very out of place, like something was missing. My eyes finally cleared and I could see a man crouching beside me.
He looked worried and confused as I focused in on him. He was tall with long brown hair that was all over the place. I was amazed that he could even see through that mess of hair. I laughed thinking about it. He stood up abruptly and went completely white, like he had seen a ghost. I wanted to say something to make him go away; he had an eerie presence about him that made me on edge. When I opened my mouth to try and speak I noticed my throat was dry and I coughed franticly. He grasped my neck and propped me up so I didn’t chock on my own saliva. Which I thought was kind of ridiculous that I couldn’t seem to do anything at the moment.
Then it hit me, I wasn’t where I was supposed to be at all. I couldn’t think without hitting a wall of nothing, I wasn’t breathing, I couldn’t feel my heart beating. I started to squirm away from the man that was still holding me upright. I wanted to start panicking; I wanted to feel my heart beat. I just didn’t understand what was happening to me. He backed away seeing the distress written all over my face. I wanted to scream, to cry; to do anything at all! I needed to know what was going on, where I was. I couldn’t seem to say anything though, I couldn’t even scream.
I so badly wanted to go back to where I was before, but where was I before? I couldn’t seem to remember those little parts about myself. Where I came from, who I was, how did I get here; it was all a blur. The more I thought about everything the darker the world around me got. I felt sick to my stomach and a little light headed. The world once again started to spin and I found myself falling back on to the grass floor. After that I found myself going back into the blackness.

I woke up in a white padded room, on a white bed, with a white hospital gown on. I felt strangely very alone in this white square room. I felt like I would never see outside again. Never smell the grass underneath my feet. I could just hardly remember that man from the trees. He seemed so unreal in my little white room. I wanted to fine the clothes I was wearing outside, right now I just felt, white and ghost like. I needed some color to make this room not so blank and lonely. I tried to get out of the bed but realized I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think without that wall of white. White, everything was just so white it consumed me.
The door started to open and a shiver of pure fear went down my back. Who could it be? Why would anyone be here for me? I’m nobody, nothing of importance, nothing that you couldn’t live without. I wasn’t somebody, was I? I couldn’t remember! When the door was completely opened I saw a lady walk in. She was old, but very pretty, most of her hair was white but she had little strands of red. She made me feel safe and warm, like how a mother would feel. Mother, who was my Mother? Who was my Father? How could I forget the people who raised me? I felt ashamed for not being about to remember them.
She spoke, but I heard no sounds. I just stared into her big bright green eyes. She was so pretty, I wished she was my Mother, or at least pretend to be her. She looked so confident, so strong. She was still talking but I still could not hear a word from her mouth. She looked behind her and I glared in the same direction. It was the man I’d met in the trees; he was standing in the hall way staring at me, with his worried eyes. In that moment all sounds came slamming back at me, the force of it almost knocked me out. I almost screamed at the loud noises of the hospital, or at least I thought it was a hospital.
She gasped at me when she noticed the change in my face. She came up really close to my face and placed a wet warm cloth on my forehead. I closed my eyes and started to calm down immediately. We both breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to talk when the man from the trees walked into my padded white room.
I could see his eyes now that he had brushed his long messy hair back. They were blue grey, and they were the prettiest eyes I had ever seen. They went straight through me, into my soul and I wanted to look away; but I just couldn’t. I won’t kid you but he was so beautiful my heart hurt just looking at him. He was just a little tanned and I thought that if he tore his shirt off he could be one of those models you see everywhere. I was teasing myself to think that I would be important to him. He walked up to the edge of the bed; and I could smell his cologne. He was even more gorgeous up close.
He turned to the lady and they started to talk about me, they must have thought I still couldn’t hear.
“She seems to be… almost bonded with you. Where did you find her again?” She looked at me for a moment and turned back to the man.
“She was in the forest of broken souls; I thought the Government told us that no one was being brought there again!” He started yelling by the end he seemed so furious I looked out the window trying not to feel or understand where his anger had come from.
“The Government lies about a lot of stuff. We just have to keep her safe in here until some of her senses come back. She’s not safe out there without all of them.” She put her hand on his back to comfort him but he just shrugged it away. “I do not know how long that with take though. Before when there were tones of people coming from the forest it told just a couple of days to months for them to regain all of their senses back.”
He looked puzzled and angry like the lady did something to offend him. “Is there nothing you can do to get her senses back quicker? Like a couple of days?”
“When she has regained them she will have the choice of where she will live, you cannot take her anywhere she does not want to go. She is just a child; you may even call her a newborn in this scenario. She was just thrown into this world and you want to take her to somewhere she doesn’t know!? She must be so confused not knowing where she is or how she got here. I’d be terrified in her position, wouldn’t you?”
I wanted to tell then to stop yelling, but I wasn’t sure if I could speak yet. I was starting to understand why I couldn’t remember anything finally. Somehow I was taken out of the place I was and someone must have done something to me so I can’t remember anything. I decided I wanted to try and speak so that they didn’t have to argue any longer. I tried to cough, but remembered I wasn’t even breathing to begin with. Here goes nothing.
“P… pl… please stop yelling.” It was just a whisper but they heard it, they were so shocked that I think they thought they imagined it. They stood there with mouths wide open until the man started to talk.
“You… You heard all of that didn’t you?” He looked at the ground which made him look very young and childish, which made me smile. I shook my head at him, not wanting to talk anymore then I had to. When he raised his head completely he almost seemed like another person, older and more ridged.
The lady came up to the bed. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled. “I guess you got your wish Mr. Malloy she has regained most of her senses, know we can see where she would like to go.” I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go away. I wanted to be where I was before, where ever my parents were; my family and friends. I wanted to see them all again, even though I could not remember who they were or what they looked like.
“Wait… I… I want to know how I got here. Where I was before I came here. Where am I now? I can’t remember anything.” I wanted to scream I was so confused, so alone in my little white room. They two of them looked at each other. I wasn’t sure if they were actually going to tell me but then Mr. Malloy sighed and looked at the ground again.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry to tell you this but, your dead…” He kept talking but my head started to spin again, the room went very dark. I knew I was going to pass out again.

Chapter Two: The World We Knew

I woke up in the white room surrounded by people, nurses, doctors, reporters, TV cameras, and a lot of others. They were taking pictures of me, and videotaping me. They make my little white room very, very, crowded. It made it hard to breathe; if I had to breathe. They were all asking question, talking so loudly that I couldn’t hear. It was just a jumble of noise that I couldn’t make out. I looked for that nice lady that was in here before, but I couldn’t find her. Then I looked for that Malloy guy, and finally after franticly looking for him I found him by the door staring at all the people in the room. He must have felt my eyes on him because he looked at me. His face was angry but his eyes were so sad I thought that I would cry. I wanted him to take me away from here, make all the people leave. I tried to get up off the bed, but I was still bound by straps. I started to squirm not wanting to be anywhere right now. Why were these people here? Why couldn’t they just leave me alone!
Malloy must have seen my discomfort because he started yelling for people to leave. At first they all just stood there staring at him, but the he said it again and they started to pour out of the room. Little by little the room became less crowded, less noisy. I sighed with relief as the last person left the room, leaving me and Malloy together alone. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of my bed. We looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity; finally he broke his gaze and started to talk.
“I’m Vincent by the way, I’m sorry that you had to be awake when that happened. You’re quiet a celebrity, even if it’s not for a very good reason.” He looked down at my hand and traced scares on it; that I never knew I had until that moment. I waited, thinking that he would say more but he just stared at my hand.
“I’m… I’m Avery… or at least I think that is my name. I still don’t understand how I got here though. Why was I in that forest? Is that why I’m a celebrity?” I had so may question my brain hurt, but I didn’t say then all of course. He looked sadder than before, like I just told me his family was dead. He took in a big breath in and told me that whole story.
“You come here when you die, some people call it the afterlife, others call it heaven, or purgatory; but mostly everyone just calls it Cerberus. You were found in the Forest of Broken Souls, it’s a horrible place. A long time ago we used to find people there all the time, but we never knew why. Until a couple of years ago we just thought it was another place where the dead were taken.” I cringed at the thought of the dead being taken anywhere.
“We found out that the Government did experiments on people and because of the horrific methods that they used on ‘newborns’ their souls we imperfect and broken. No one knows exactly what they did to them, but it made all their senses go out of whack. It sometimes took a couple of weeks for them to come back, but sometimes they didn’t come back at all.” He met my gaze at him, and touched my shoulder. For once I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out, or run away. For once in this strange world I understood why I felt so messed up inside. I smiled into his eyes and he continued.
“It was said that they genetically modified their DNA. Made them ‘better’ somehow, but none of them stayed here for long enough for us to test them. They were always sent away to ‘The Mansion’ before the day was over. That is why you are so famous you’re the first one from the forest that hasn’t been taken away. Which is why I want to get you out of here, so that they don’t take you away, I have no idea what they would do to you.”
“Wait, so what is this mansion? And does this mean I might have superpowers?” My head was racing with even more question, but at that time all I wanted was to leave this place, for good. “Can we leave now?”
“The Mansion is well a mansion that houses all of the people from the forest. Once they go in there, they never come back. I don’t know if you would, it was just a theory we have no idea what really happened.” He started to undo the straps on my wrist. “And of course we can leave; we can do whatever you like. But you have to be carefully your legs might not be as strong as they once were.” When my feet were untied all I wanted to do was run and jump and dance.
I slowly got to my feet, I started to wobble a little but he held me up so that I didn’t fall. He hand me my clothes; that were hidden under the bed, and walked out of the room while closing the door. I smiled at the door, not needing to ask him to give me some privacy to get dressed. I didn’t remember what I was wearing in the forest, so I took a close look at my clothes before I put them back on. I found my shirt first, it was a V-cut purple with pink lase on the back of it. Then I picked up my jeans, nothing special about them really, they were black, with rips pretty much all down the front. I put everything on, and looked for a mirror. I found one behind a door close to the window.
At that moment I didn’t remember what I looked like. I stared at myself in the mirror, for a while. I had fire red hair, which was about shoulders length. My eyes were a vibrant green, my skin pretty white and had little freckles all over it. I was about 5”7’ and fairly skinny, I thought I looked really pretty actually. I smiled at myself, how could I not remember looking this good? I was startled when I heard a knock on the door. I heard Vincent whisper something and I opened the door. His mouth went wide open when he saw me standing in the door way. I wanted to laugh at him, but decided otherwise.
“Umm, Vincent can we leave now?” He looked like he mentally slapped himself and smiled at me. I smiled back, in awe at how beautiful he was. Why couldn’t I remember anyone else who was ever this beautiful?
“Oh, ya well where do you want to go first? Because I know you’ll probably need more clothes then that. Even if I hate shopping,” he rolled his eyes, which made me laugh a little. “Or, we could do that tomorrow. And maybe we could get dinner. What kind of food do you like? Or we could eat at my place, not that I know how to cook. We can do pretty much anything you’d like.” He started to blush, and looked at the floor again. A laugh slipped out of me, so I covered my mouth and smiled. He looked at me; his eyes were so beautiful I couldn’t look away.
“Umm, do you guys have pizza here? Cause I could really use a big slice of pizza right now.” I found my shoes beside my bed; they were black high heeled boots. I was afraid I might fall over with them on but I put them on anyway. We walked out of my little white room, hoping that I would never be back there for the rest of my life.

Chapter 3: What Could be Worse?

We walked a long time without talking. The night was pretty, the stars were bright, brighter then I had ever seen them; I think. The street was lit with lamp posts, one ever couple of meters. The air was sweet, and smelled like incents. I couldn’t help but get lost in this new place that I will now call home. Vincent held me close to him, like he feared for our lives. When we finally arrived at the pizza place, we stopped right outside the door. Vincent grabbed my other arm and made me look into his eyes.
“You cannot under any circumstance well them where I found you, or that you just came here today. Is that understood, Avery?” I was speechless at how firm he was. I shook my head in agreement. We walked into “Mo’s Pizza Galleria” which I wasn’t really sure if this would be the best place to get a good pizza but Vince told me it was.
The place was filthy; the floors had mud and twigs all over it. It would have been a nice floor once, but now the different coloured squares just looked tacky. The chairs were red and were be very retro if they weren’t covered with stains. The table were even worse, which were also red in colour, they had huge cracks with food caked into them. They looked grossly sticky as well. I wasn’t sure if I could even stay inside this place it was so dirty. Vince nudged me to the counter, which I did not want to walk over to, be it seemed I had no choice.
We walked up to the counter and Vince nocked on the wall. A man arose from below the table. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. I looked like he slept under there. His hair was almost the colour of puke, bits of green and brown, it was gross! He had a big beard too, with what looked like pieces of food stuck in it. When he spoke he smelt of cigarettes and booze.
“Why look who it is Vincent Malloy, I haven’t seen you in here since you got all squeaky clean.” He looked smug and then he looked at me. “Well, aren’t you a piece of meat sweetheart.” He winked at me and smiled. His teeth were almost black they were so dirty. I wanted to run away, but I understood why Vince didn’t want me to tell him all that stuff. He would probably have done some nasty stuff to me if Vince wasn’t beside me holding onto my arm.
I smiled back at him even though he was grotesque. He licked his lip very sexually, and I wanted to run and hide. But knowing what Vince told me before I couldn’t for his sake. Standing began getting difficult as I realized I was shaking. I knew I had to put myself back together, no matter what stupid thing I had to do. But before I could do anything erosional Vince spoke.
“Neil leaver her, the fuck, alone! I have had enough shit going on with you.” He looked furious, like he was about to punch him out. Then they both gave each other the most evil stares I had ever remembered seeing. He held on to my arm and threw me behind him, making me fall back on to the gross floor. He didn’t even look back at me to see if I was ok. He just stared that this Neil guy with such disgust and hatred that I have never seen before. I started to crawl backwards, trying to free myself from all the hate and anger. I no longer could think straight. It was the only thing I could focus on. I hit the back of one of the tables, and slide underneath. I curled up into a ball and covered my ears, but I could still hear them.
“You son of a bitch! You ungrateful maggot! When you got thrown here I protected you! I treated you like my own child!��� I just wanted them to stop; I wanted to yell at them to shut up! Anything was better than how sick I felt, how alone I felt.
“What? You treated me like I was useless! You made me do your dirty work! I killed people for you! You made me evil and gross.” Neil was silent after that remark. I felt the room get really sad. I looked up from my little ball and saw them both looked at each other, but Neil’s eyes were filled with sorrow. They looked at each other for quite a long time until I jumped out from under the table. My hands had a lot of filth on them and so did my clothes. I wiped myself off and realized they were both staring at me. I put my hands behind my back and looked at the floor.
“We didn’t come here for pizza did we?” I look into Vince’s eyes but he looked away.
“No, not really, well at first I really did want pizza but, it sort of got out of hand.” I got so angry, why would he lie to me? How could someone do such a thing? I wanted to scream, to run away. Then I thought why don’t I just ran, ran away as fast as I could? When I couldn’t think of a reason not to, I ran out the door.
I could hear Vince calling my name telling me to come back, but I refused to stop. I was a couple of blocks away when I stopped to kept my breathe. The streets look abandoned; I started to think that running away from the only person I knew here wasn’t the greatest Idea. I started walking again when I heard someone walking behind me. I couldn’t see anyone but I could definitely hear them. I tripped on a rock and hit my head the floor. The world started to spin, blurring my vision a little. I felt some ones hand on my shoulder and I tried to get them off but they were strong.
The man pulled me off the ground and spun me around. He was in his late twenties, and was very dirty. His hair was the colour of ash and his eyes were almost as black. I tried to get away from him grim, but he was holding me too tight. I looked around hoping someone would see me, anyone! I started to panic, he smiled at my discomfort. I struggled some more frantic about what would happen next. He pulled me very close to me, his breath smelled like garbage that had been lying out in the sun for a long time. He’s eyes were filled with passion and rage. I touched my side, and slowly ran his hand down me lower back, I cringed. He caressed my butt, and undid his pants. I was so scared I could even scream for help. He kissed my neck, and lifted up my shirt. I closed my eyes; I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt his hand on my cheek. Then I heard him scream and I opened my eyes in confusion.
I man was beating him; brutally I was the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. Finally he was pretty much dead, or at least he looked dead. I smiled at this mysterious hero, he was panting but non-the-less he was gorgeous. He walked up to me; he was about six feet talk, and very strong looking. Then he grabbed onto my arm and dragged me into a warehouse of some kind. I fought his hand but he was much stronger than the other guy. He threw me on a chair, and just looked at me with a hateful stare.
“Are you an idiot? What! Why would you be so stupid as to go out at night unprotected?!” He was pacing back and forth. I was really confused as to what he was getting at. I just stared at his angry eyes. “Speak god damnit!”
“Umm, what?” He’s anger increased, I could smell it all around him, he was furious at me for some reason.
“What? That all you have to say? What did you get amnesia? Or have you just forgotten the rules all together?”
“What rules?” His mouth went wide open, like he wanted to scream at me. Then it disappeared, all the anger he had towards me was now on someone else.
“You’re new here aren’t you?” he looked at the ceiling. I mumbled a yes to him. He punched the wall with all his might. When he removed it the wall had an indent in it, and his hand was all bloody. “Why the fuck would you handler leave you all alone in the city?” I looked at the floor. My handler didn’t leave me, I left him. I closed my eyes and tear fell on my cheek. He wiped away my fresh tears and tilted my head up. He looked deep into my eyes.
“My handler didn’t leave me here alone.” He looked confusingly at me. “I ran away from him.” He looked really angry again, like I had just punched him in the face.
“And why exactly did you do that? Did he not tell you that the city was dangerous?”
“No he didn’t, we want out for pizza, or at least that what he said we were getting. But then he went into that Mo’s pizza place and he started yelling at the owner. Well I think he was the owner, but he looked more like a bum. And I don’t know, I just couldn’t take anymore yelling and screaming so I ran as fast as I could.” I looked down at the floor; it was cement but had a lot of paint all over it.
He put his hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see forgiveness in his eyes. I put my head against his shoulder and started to cry, and he held me there without a sound for a very long time. I didn't know this strange hero, but I felt safe in his arms.

Chapter Four: So Many Rules

He let go of me after I had stopped crying. He walked into another room to the left of me. He was in there for quite a while. I was about to get up and see what he was doing, when he came out with a bowl of soup for me. I didn’t realize until I smelled the soup how hungry I really was. It smelled so good, like something a mother would make when their child was sick. I took it from him and ate it as fast as I could. It had carrots celery, peas, some type of bean, and a lot of other very good stuff in it. I smiled and sighed when I was done, I wasn’t exactly full but it would do, for now.
“So would you like me to bring you to your handler now that the sun is up?” I almost dropped the bowl that was still in my hand. I didn’t ever want to see Vince again, not after that incident in that pizza place. I shivered and shuck my head violently. He looked really confused, “Why? Why would you want to find him isn’t he important enough?” I sensed that he wasn’t really talking to me, but a past memory.
I got off the chair I’d been sitting on for way too long and gave him a hug. “It’s not that, I just don’t want him to be angry at me. And, well I’d rather be here.”
He became very rugged when I said that. I stepped back to see his eyes were closed. He looked very sad so I let go of him and sat back down. A voice came from another room, it was faint but I knew it was a girl. She walked in a very slutty nightgown, it just past her butt and just held her breast. I had to admit she was very attractive, but I hated the way she looked at him.
“Baby!” She shrilled, it was so high pitched that I jumped. “Oh baby, I was waiting for you all night! I thought that you were dead! I was about to call Johnny!” She ran and pounced on him. She brought her legs up to his hips and I could see her butt. She kissed him but I looked away once I realized. She moaned, and he made a noise that sounded like disbelief. At that time I thought it would be a good time to look outside, now that the sun was up. I looked back as I walked out the door. He was looking at me the whole time, and his eyes were disgusted.
The sky was much different than where I was before, it was very, very, blue. More like the colour of some bird of paradise then the sky. The sky didn’t match the city, which was dreary and dead looking. They didn’t look like the same place. There were people everywhere, some clean shaven; others looked like hobos on crack. My analogy made me laugh out loud, which is when I realized I was being watch.
He was tall, slender, and had a black suit. His hair was just below his shoulders and very black in colour. He eyes were just as black and malevolent. I started walking the opposite way, but when I turned around he was still watching and walking towards me. It felt like the night before all over again, but this time I knew that someone was there. I started to run when someone grabbed my arm. It was my hero; I started to be able to breathe again.
He walked me back into the house. The girl was gone, but it still smelled like her. He tightened his grip on my arm and dragged me to a room I had never been in. It would have been a pretty room if all the paint hadn’t peeled off. The chairs colours were faded, but still a very pretty colour of red and yellow. He threw me at one of the chairs and I almost hit the floor. Finally I had time to look at him, he was furious.
“Do you want to get rape?! Huh? This place isn’t like where you were before!” He ran his fingers through his thick hair. He started to pace, kicking objects on the floor, punching the chair beside me. I wanted to stop his pacing; I wanted him to be happy. After I didn’t answer for a minute he grabbed my arm and threw me off the chair. “Answer me!”
I still just looked at the ground, not wanting to see the anger in his eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t stay here. Maybe I don’t belong anywhere. Tears rolled down me cheek and landed on my shirt. I just wanted to go back home. I wanted to be with the people that used to love me, that used to care about me. The people I couldn’t remember at all. I could hear his breathing lessen, and he touched my shoulder. I still couldn’t look into his eye in fear of the angry I once saw there. He didn’t deserve such a burden as me. He cleared his throat.
“I’m going to take you somewhere. But first you need to know some stuff” He grabbed my arm and we walked my up the stairs.


This is not done

Confessions of a Psychopath

By, Autumn Swan

The path that led to my undesirable life choices has been, mountainous and rocky at the best of times. Once, I was normal, well as normal as an overweight child could be, in a world that you have to be the size of a toothpick to be beautiful. I had nice parents, well nice enough. I had nice friends; they were the only thing that got me from point A to B. They were my amusement, and the only reason more people are not deceased to this date. When I was younger I was so innocent, too innocent unfortunately. I believed everyone, I loved everyone, but people lie.
Despite what I believed then, people hurt each other for no reasons other than for the completed satisfaction to cause pain. Really its animal nature, the complete desire to rip someone part limb from limb and watch the life leave their bodies. I did what everyone wanted to do but was too scared to do it. It’s not that difficult to tune into that primal instinct we all have. You just have to let go of your “morals” and the “rules” of the world. That was difficult for me for a long time, to forget what others wanted from me, and to remember that every rule can be broken with the right planning.
This is the story of how I became the most wanted serial killer in North America and how I ended thirty innocent lives.



Case #434
Anne J. Jones
There’s just something about watching someone scream for your mercy that makes you feel alive. My life was lame before my first kill. You’ve never had such a rush of adrenaline before you strangle the life out of someone, to have someone’s life in your hands, it’s a thrill. I’ve never had any drug that was more potent then to kill someone. The only thing I wished was that I had started earlier. I do believe that this was what I was meant to do, well if you believe in god, religion and all that bull shit. I don’t believe god would have let me killed all those people the way I did. They didn’t deserve what I did to them.
The first time I even remotely thought humanity, was so inhumane, was when I was fourteen. I never even remotely thought that people were evil till that point in time.


this is not done O_O

Killers

by, Autumn Swan

Chapter 1
Alexandria

They all left so quickly, the murderers, the thefts, and anyone else who was still alive. It was midday and the sun was underneath the darkened rain clouds. That’s when I realized why my big brother did not want me here, in the back of my mind I new he was part of it. But he was never the one to like blood and gore. That was my job. Why did he not want me here?
I was smart, for a seventeen year old, selfless, and above all I had no conscious. I never did, and I never will. My brother on the other half was nineteen and, well let me see, very slow in the brain, if you know what I mean. He kept to himself mostly. We didn’t even look the same. I had long coal black hair. With almost black eyes. He had sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. If you saw us together you would not have thought that we were even related, which I never question mostly because I already knew the answer.
Our mother never was one to commit to anyone. My brother and I would see her with different man all the time. Some day they even came into our home. Our father never cared though. He was just as unfaithful as she was.
Rexx and I were real good friends when we were kids but we drifted apart after our parents were killed. Not that we cared that they were dead. It was just better that way I guess. We got to do what ever we wanted. There was a few down sides to not having parents though, but known that I can remember at this point in time. The only thing I can think of is that we had to live with our, smoke eating, tobacco chewing, Aunts. They were dirty, I even bet once that they were dirtier then dirt it’s self.
We were forced to live with them. The house was horrible; it was moldy, and damp. Rexx and I had to fix the whole house, by ourselves. Some days we only had to clean the floors and stuff like that, but others we had to get on our hands and knees, and scrub all the mould of the wall, which I would think would be horrible for your health but I never dared to ask.
That was when I started my rein of terror. I couldn’t take it anymore. How could someone make children do such physical labour? It was not right! So that night I decided to try out my “Ninja powers” or so my brother called it. I walk stealth fully into my aunt bedroom with a knife at hand. I jumped over their huge cat, named Flees. Turned the alarm system off, and before they even knew what was happening they were already dead.
“Alexandria what did you do that for?!” My brother yelled at me.
“Well what else was I supposed to do? Huh? I didn’t hear any ideas from you! It was either kill them or be killed! What would you have liked better?”
That was the only day I ever saw him cry, and I hated ever second of it. He was speechless for most of the day after that conversation.
After cutting there bodies into small, manageable pieces we put there bodies in garbage bag. We got into Rexx’s pickup and drove to the sea. We throw the bags in to the shake infested water and watch from afar as the shakes eat them. The water was almost black because of all the blood. Then we drove home and burned the house to the ground so no one would ever know that such a murder took place.
We left shortly after we started the fire.
“Alex?”
“Yes Rexy?”
“What are we going to do now? We don’t have a home, no money. How can we live on our own?”
“Rexx stop wining. I’ll figure it out. Trust me with this one bro I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay. You better be right though.”

Chapter 2
Rexx

What are we going to do? What will happen if we get caught? Will Alexandria get charged? I can’t let that happen to my baby sister. What to do, what to do? Darn, maybe I’ll just see what she wants me to do. She is the smart one.
I can’t do anything right anymore. Ever since Mom and Dad died, I can’t do anything right. I loved them so much. Why’d they have to leave? We were so young. I needed them! I wish we could find the men that killed them. I would torture them, and beat then, and after that I would slowly kill them, if they weren’t already dead. They’d wish they didn’t touch them!
Where are we going to live, now that the house is burned to the ground? How could this happen?! Ugh, why does life have to be so difficult? I just want to scream! Poor Alex, all she’s ever seen is death. This is my fault!
“Poor Alex,” I whispered as she slept in the passenger’s seat. I have to do the right thing; I’ll do it for Alex. I can’t turn back this time. I will protect her, no matter how severe the consequence are. She is all I care about. I can’t lose her! Not now.
As I drove I saw far in the background what looked like to be an abandoned mansion, it was pretty run down. There were a couple of two by fours over the windows, and the roof seemed to needed a lot of work. The paint was pealing on the sides, and someone had spray painted on it, it looked like a person’s face, but I wasn’t sure. That when I got an idea. I would hide her for as long as possible, but before I had time to think it all though my thoughts were cut off, when I heard Alex yawn.
“Good morning.”
“What? Where are we Rexx? How long have I been asleep? You should rest now. I’ll drive.”
“Its fine Alex, I’m not tired anyway. We’re in... Um... I don’t know where we are exactly. Last time I checked we were still in... What was that town called again? Oh well, it doesn’t matter where we are know. I do know that you’ve been asleep for about seven hours though.”
“Oh, I still think that I should drive. Just in case you get tired, or anything. Are you hungry Rexx? We should stop at a restaurant or something.” She looked at me and I knew she could tell I had a plan. “Rexx what’s going on? Where are you taking me?” I didn’t want to reply, “Tell me Rexx!”
“Just go back to sleep sis. We’ll be fine. I promise.” That was the end of the conversation. I knew she wouldn’t stop asking question about where we’re going but I didn’t care.
I’ll keep her safe, Forever.

Chapter 3
Altair

How long have I been in here for? Why won’t he let us out of here? I did everything that he wanted me to do. I knew that I shouldn’t have done it. But what else could I have done. It was either that or be killed.
All the people down here haven’t seen sunlight for years and years. Most are dieing or are already dead. It smells like rotting flesh and iron. I don’t think he even knows that some of these people are dead. Lots of these people bled to death. Other starved. We haven’t eaten in days. I don’t even know if he is at home or not. He could be on vacation, or at work. He works at the butcher shop, or so I’ve heard. He has this creeper thing with blood. I think it turns him on. That's why so many of us have open cuts.
Some times he does experiments with us. It is sort of like the Saw movies. He’ll only give you two options it’s either death or extreme pain. He really likes manipulating people. I don’t think he likes me because of that reason. I never really listen to him. I like arguing with him though. It’s so easy to make him mad. In the end I end up in the isolation room.
That’s where I am right now. The isolation room is mostly just a very dark. There’s no lights, or cloaks. You never know what time it is, or what day it is. There is only a bed and a toilet in there. The reason I’m in here is because I ask him if he felt like a man when he killed people. Man did he got angry at that. So now I’m here, where ever that is. At least you get to think a lot when you’re in here.
He has issues. What is his problem anyway? Wait, what’s my problem? Why do I care? Why do I keep bugging him? I hope I’m not flirting with him. Oh my god, I am. Wow, I have a crush on a murderer? What? This doesn’t make sense. How could I? Well he is pretty cute, and he is pretty annoying. Darn. Okay, what am I going to do?
Right when I was coming to an answer, the door opened.
“You can come out now.”
“It's time already? Wow, well that was fun. Let’s not do it again.” Then I laughed and walked up the stairs. He was pretty cute though. His big green eyes were amazing. That probably why there are so many people down here. He looked like someone you can talk to. If he wasn’t crazy me and him could have been friends. Well he seems like that type of guy that I hang with.
I was always the popular one; ever since I came into high school I’ve been popular. But I never really wanted to be. Most popular kids are, well really annoying. They only talk about themselves, and I thought the creepy murder guy had issues. Some of those girls at school think the whole world revolves around them. They care way too much about what people think about them.
“If you talk out again I will kill you.” He yelled from behind me.
“By the way, why haven’t you yet? You think you’re so big and tough. I think you should show me. I think you’re just a scared little puppy.” He didn’t say anything about that. I thought he had left, but when I looked behind me he was there. He almost looked sad. “Umm, did I do something wrong? Aren’t you supposed to be yelling at me?” He said nothing. Wow, I made him sad. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t talk after that.
Once I was in my cell I just stared at him.
“You look tired sweet heart,” said the lady in the cell beside me.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just thinking. I haven’t seen him like this before. He almost looks, well sad. It’s not my fault is it?” I looked into her eyes. She seemed startled. Like I said something that didn’t made sense. The she looked at him.
“Hmm, he does look sad now doesn’t he? I don’t think he’s ever seen a girl like you. You’re uncontrollable. I think he likes that. I’ve seen him staring at you before. You don’t ever listen to him.”
“You think he likes that?!” I yelled a little too loud. I looked at him to see if he heard. He was staring straight at me. I froze. Then he looked away like nothing happened. “Can you keep a secret?” I whispered.
“Sure what is it; love?”
“Promise you won’t get all creeped out?”
“I promise.”
“I like him. I don’t know why. Or how I could possible like him, but I do. It’s horrible. How could I have a crush on a murderer?” She didn’t say anything. I knew it. I shouldn’t have told her. She’s going to tell everyone. What have I done?
“Oh, is that all darling? That’s not that bad. Sir may I talk to you?” She yelled.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. She acted like I didn’t say anything; it was like I wasn’t even there.
“May I be moved to another cell please?” He looked at her first, and then he looked at me. He looked confused.
“Why would you want to move? She’s not giving you any trouble is she? Because I doubt it’s as bad as what I can do.” He was still looking at me. He didn’t even blink, how creepy.
“I just don’t want to be beside her anymore.” I looked at her. Then I looked at the ground. I’m a monster. That’s what I am. I was made wrong. I had to have been. I scared her. It’s not my fault. After a while I got up and walk to the other side of the cell. I didn’t listen to what she was saying after that. I just watched him take her to another cell.

Chapter 4
Dunkan

What could she have done to scare that woman? She seemed very unhappy about it though. I never saw her touch the lady, or do anything to her at all. Their were just talking to each other. What could she have said that would be scary?
“What did you do to her?” I said as I walked by her.
“It's none of your business. Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you!” Then she turned around.
“Well that would be a first.” Then she turned her head and looked into my eyes.
“This is probably going to sound funny to a killer but here I go. Am I a horrible person?” I looked at her again. Why would she even ask that question? Could anyone be more horrible then I am?
“You’re right that is a funny question. You’re not horrible. You’re just annoying.” She didn’t say anything after that. Then I sat on the ground with my back on the cell wall. “Why’d you ask?”
“I’m not going to tell you. I know you too well to think that you care.” I heard her move in the cell. I looked back; she was sitting closer to me now. She is such a confusing girl. After a while she asked, “Why are you sitting there? Aren’t you afraid that I might strangle you or something?”
“Should I be afraid of you strangling me? I may not care, but I know I can trust you not to try and kill me. Anyway, I think you’re too weak to strangle me.” I turned my head. She was even closer now, but when I looked into her eyes she moved back a little. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No, and how do you know that you can trust me. You don’t know anything about me. I’m just another one of your Ginny pigs!” She screamed at me. I turned around so that I could see her better. She looked different. It was almost like I never really noticed her. She was so beautiful. She had baby blue eyes, and a very nice body. I stared into her eyes, and this time she stared back. It felt like hours, but then she looked away.
“Come closer to me.”
“You can’t make me. How do I know that you won’t hurt me?”
“Well I can make you, but it might hurt. You don’t know if I will hurt you, you’ll just have to trust me.” She moved. She was so close I could almost touch her. I could smell how good she smelled, it reminded me of a flower, but I could never remember how to say it. “You smell good.” Then she moved back a little.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Come back.”
“Stop smelling me and maybe I will.” She laughed. I really liked her laugh. It was perfect. Not too high or too loud. That's just perfect.
“You got your self a deal. Now move back.”
“If I said make me what would you do?” She had this weird smile on her face. She looked like she was having fun with this.
“Maybe you should just say it, and see what happens.” Her smile got even bigger. She was looking at the floor. She didn’t say anything for about a minute.
“Make me.” She said as she looked at the cell wall. I got up and opened the cell. She moved back but she was still smiling. I grabbed her and took her down stairs. She definently smelled like flowers. I put her on the floor in the middle of the room. She was breathing hard. “Well, that was fun.” She still had a smile on her face. She liked it?
“Really, that’s a first.” She was staring at me still. I moved next to her, and sat down right beside her. I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. But I liked it. I wanted to touch her so badly. I wonder what her skin feels like. But before I could ask her, hand was on my arm. She was freezing. I didn’t realize that I was staring at the wall until her hand was on me; she startled me and looked straight at her. She stopped at once. She looked scared, like I would hurt her. Then she looked at the floor.
And I thought that today wouldn’t be a good day. Guess I was wrong.

Chapter 5
Altair

What am I doing? How could I want him so badly?
“Don’t stop,” He said. He made me jump because it was quiet for a longest time. “Sorry, did I scare you?”
“It's Okay, you just startled me.” I looked into his eyes, and touched his arm again. He was so warm compared to me. Then he closed his eyes. He looked like he was in paradise. I stroked my finger up his arm. I bit his lip. He liked this. Then I stopped. He liked this? He opened his eyes. He looked confused. He looked like he’s never had anyone touch him before. “No one’s done this to you before have they?” He didn’t say anything for a second or two.
“No, I’ve never felt the need until now. No wonder people like it so much.” I smiled. He’s so cute. What should I do now? Before I had time to answer I kissed him. It was amazing. He was in shock afterwards.
“And this is called a kiss.” He looked at me and smiled, it was huge. He looked so happy. I’ve never seem him so happy, ever.
“I like kisses.” He laughed. He touched my lips. My heart was beating like crazy. How could anyone make you feels this way? I can’t leave him now. Darn, I fell in love with a murderer. This time he kissed me. He pushed me to the floor. After awhile we heard banging upstairs. He ran up. I heard him fighting someone. Well that was fun while it lasted.
I got up and looked around I little. We were in the dungeons, it was very humid. The walls were made of brick, there was only one light, and it was in the middle of the room. He had all these different tools, some were hanging up, and others were on trays. Some of the tools looked like something a sergeant would use, and others were more medieval. Most were covered in blood. There was an operating table on the right side of the room. There was something on it to. It was covered by a white blood stained sheet. I didn’t wanted to no who or what was under it either. In the right corner there was a huge sink.
I heard him coming back down the steps. Someone was in his arms, unconscious. He threw the man in the isolation room, and closed the door. He already had a black eye, and his hands were bleeding.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he washed his hands.
“Sure, I’m fine. It was nothing that I couldn't handle.” He said coldly.
“This is my fault isn’t it? If you weren’t down her with me he wouldn’t have gotten out of his cell. You should take me back up there. I don’t want to be a nuisance.” He cut me off.
“It wasn’t you’re fault, he was bound to try and get out sooner on later. It just so happened to be when I was down here with you, and I’m not going to take you back yet. Unless you want to go back up,�� I smiled at him. Then he smiled back. I sat back down on the floor, “Now where were we,” he said as he walked over to me, and sat down.
Then he kissed me again.

Chapter 6
Dunkan

Great, now I have a major problem. I should have killed her first. She is going to make this hard. I wish I never met her, and yet I’m so glad I did. Do I love her? What does love really mean? She is everything to me now. I heard her move from behind me.
“What’s your name anyway?” She asked me in a very sleepy voice.
“I’m Dunkan Rivers. What about you?” I stared at her and smiled. She smiled back.
“Dunkan that’s sorta unusual. Does it mean anything? Oh right, I’m Altair Walt. But I guess my name’s sorta unusual too. Oh, my name means Star.” That is a nice name. It’s a great name for her too.
“My name means Dark One. I guess my family always knew I was a bad egg.” She stopped smiling, and then she looked at the floor. “Is something bothering you Altair?”
“Ya, what are we going to do? I can’t be with you. If someone ever finds this place we’ll be done for. My friends will hate me because; I’m in love with a murderer, a sociopath. I’ll be a disgrace in my parent’s eyes.” She stopped talking. I saw tears in her eyes, she was crying, but why? Why does it matter what her family and friends think? I grabbed her torso and pulled her over to me. She rested her head on my shoulder. I felt bad for her. I knew it wasn’t my fault that she felt this way, yet I felt that it was.
“Don’t worry; I’ll just say you’re a prisoner. They’ll take me away, and you’ll never have to see me ever again. You don’t have to testify. You don’t have to even talk about what happened here. You can just pretend like nothing happened. Pretend that I never loved you, or that you never loved me. You don’t have to tell them what we did yesterday, or the days before that. It will be like you never came here.”
When I was done talking she lifted up her head and looked into my eyes. I could see how unhappy she was with my little speech. She opened her mouth like she was going to talk but nothing came out, just silence. After a few seconds she put her head back on my shoulder and cried some more.
She is so unhappy. What can I do to make her feel better? What can I say that won’t make her sadder? Should I just hold her or should I kiss her? Her sobs are getter quieter know. Maybe I should just talk to her about this. I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it.
“I don’t want to forget you though. I’m not sure if I even can forget you now. You mean every thing to me now. You're different now. It’s like I never really knew you until yesterday. But that doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that I love you; I don’t care what they do to me. I will do every thing in my power to keep you safe. No matter how many people you kill, which sounds really gross. We were meant for each other.”

Chapter 7
Altair

I’m not sure what I will do if someone does come here, but I’ll think of something.
“So what do you want to do Kane? Can I even call you that, Kane? It sounds very bad boy-ish. Ha.” I smiled at him and kissed him. “Yet it’s still cute. Just like you.” I poked my finger at his nose. He smiled back.
“Fine, Kane I guess it is. I need to think of something to call you know. Hmm, I guess I’ll call you Star. Did your friends ever call you that, instead of Altair? What are your friends like anyway? You don’t talk about them much.”
“They used to call me that, but one day I sort of punched someone out. It was a dumb idea but they were sing that ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, and I had a very bad experience with that song. After that they only called me Altair. I don’t talk about them is because they are all jerks. How could anyone like people like them? They are horrible people. All the do is wine about there problems, ‘Oh no I broke my nail!’, and stuff like that.”
“Oh, so you’re one of the ‘popular’ people, I’ve heard that’s what everyone wants to be.”
“Ya well I don’t, I hate them all! Can we talk about something else? Like why do you do this? Or is that too personal?” He looked shocked that I would even ask a question like that. I should have none it would be too personal. “Okay never mined I guess. What would you like to talk about then?”
He looked at the ground for what seemed to be forever, but after while he started to talk. “You might want to sit down for this story Star, It’s really long.” I sat down beside him before he even finished the sentence. “When I was in grade three my father killed my mother with an axe. I lived with my uncle after that day, but life still sucked. This next part will make you shiver. He used to kill little kids; they were age’s five to seven.” He was right that did make me shiver, I felt like I would be sick to my stomach, know wonder he is so cruel. He never had a good influence. They all expected him to be a monster, just like the rest of the family.
“That was sure a long story. Or are you not done yet? I’m not sure I want to hear anymore of this.” I laughed nervously, his cold eye looked at me, I froze, I couldn’t move until he looked away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry at me, continue.”
“No I don’t think I want to tell you. It’s very gross. I don’t want to give you nightmares of me.” He stroked my head, it reminded me of how you pet an animal, but I didn’t care about that it felt good to have him touch me. “Speaking of nightmares and sleep, I think you should go to bed now. I didn’t realize how late it was.

Chapter 8
Rexx

I wonder if Alex is mad at me for not telling her where we’re going. She hasn’t talked all day. She won’t even look at me. She just stares out the car window. How could she be so mad at me for not telling her where we’re going? I would have thought she’d be proud, because this is the first time I’ve ever had a real plan. I hope she understands that, I’m doing to for her.
It’s almost sundown and we're getting closer to the mansion. It’s even bigger then I thought it was. I can’t quiet see everything about it yet, but it almost looks like there were lights on in the basement. I hope no one lives there. That would just rune my plan. Who would want to live in a place like that anyway? It’s run down and dirty. The only reason you would live there is if you were hiding.
What if someone was hiding in there? Then what? Maybe they’re just like Alex and I, maybe they did something horrible and no one with ever know but us. Or maybe the person was crazy and kills people for fun. I hope they’re not, would want Alexandria to hurt anyone else. Or maybe that would be a good idea, even if they aren’t crazy. So we can keep our secret to ourselves. Yes, that’s what we’ll do.
I was happy that I thought of this plan all by myself. I’ve never done that before, thought up a plan I mean. Planning is Alex’s job; I’m just the strong one who does all the lifting and punching. She was fast and stealth like. You never saw her coming until she was right there. It reminded me of the Japanese in before the Second World War, they were very smart, they always had the element of surprise, and they attacked fiercely. I always loved listening to war stories, so many people wounded or dying, bodies lay stone like on the dirt.
We were finally at the mansion, and yes there were lights on in the basement, and I could see what looked like cages down there. There were people in them, most were almost naked. Even though the lights were one it was still very dark down there. I walked closer to get another look but when I got to the window, one of the prisoners saw me and started yelling for help. I ran back to the truck and locked the doors.
“What’s going on? Are we going inside there? Or is someone already living here? Did you even think of that Rexx? Did you think it would just be abandoned? It’s a mansion why would there be no one living here? Why could you have just told me your plan Rexx?” I cut her off. She can be such a pest someday.
“Why can’t you just be proud of me for once Alex? Huh? What did I do to deserve this torture? I was trying to help you, and yes I had a plan for what we would do if there was someone here. Maybe if you just shut your mouth for a little while I would tell you why my plan didn’t work out to well.” She closed her mouth and nodded for me to continue. “Okay then, the reason why I’m coming back in here is because there are people in there, and lots of them. They are in cages and I don’t know if there is a guard. They look like they haven’t eaten in months, and they’ve been beaten, badly.” I paused and looked back at the window.

Chapter 9
Dunkan

“Kane, what’s that noise? It sounds like people screaming.” Altair yelled from my bed room. I didn’t hear what she was talking until I walked up the stairs a little. The prisoners were screaming, “Help me,” then I hear a truck start outside. I ran up the stairs, everyone was silent. I could see out the window that there was a blue pick up truck in the drive way.
“Crap! Where’d they come from? Darn it all! Altair we got to go, now! Someone’s here. I don’t know why or how but there here.” I yelled from upstairs. Why would anyone come here? This place is old and abandoned; it hasn’t had anyone living in it for twenty years. I ran back down stairs into my bed room, where Altair was sitting on the bed in shock. I found my suit cases in the closet easily, mostly because it was the only think in there. “Well you coming or not Star? I can’t wait here all day for you to figure out what’s going on!”
“Okay, okay let’s go. I just didn’t think this would end so fast. We were having so much...” I could tell she was thinking up a word to use. “It was so much fun, and now its over.” She frowned. I kissed her and walked into the next room. “What will happen if we get caught? Will you go to jail? Would you get the death penalty?” I cut her off.
“Let’s not talk about that now Star. We have to go. Okay? We’ll figure that out later. There’s a tunnel in the isolation room. Go to it and start walking, I’ll be there soon.”
She walked into the next room, “Why would you make a tunnel in here? Not that anyone would notice, but what if they did? You wouldn’t even have known, well unless you came in there and no one was in there.” She laughed. I loved her laugh so much; it’s so beautiful to bad I’ll never get to hear it ever again. At that moment I remembered ever thing about her, her eyes, her body, even her smell. I was going to miss that girl; I’ll remember her until the end.
I grabbed my shot gun and walked up the stairs. I knew this day would come. They’re going down. They’d wish they never came to my house. I still wasn’t quite sure why there were here but I didn’t care, they’ve all ready seen way too much. They say the cells and the prisoners. I had to hurry to the front door before they left. If they leave they’ll tell the cops and then I’ll be in even bigger trouble, not that I’m not used to getting in trouble. I’ve been getting in trouble since I was in grade school.
I could see out the window that the truck was still sitting in the drive way. There was a man in the drivers sit; I would think he was about twenty years of age. He had blond brown hair, with blue eyes. There was also I young girl in the passengers sit, she looked about fifteen. She reminded me of a Goth kid, with her black hair, black clothes, even black eyes; if I didn’t know any better I would have thought they were contacts.
You would think if it was someone with any brains they’d be long gone by now. I was glad that they were probably brainless, that way they would be easier to kill, but they didn’t look dumb definitely not the girl, she would be difficult. I could handle the guy, he seemed weak.


Chapter 10
Alexandria

“We’re going to be fine unless they have guns, which might be bad.” I laughed at the thought of anyone here not having a gun, why wouldn’t they? You’d have to be retarded not to have a gun, which is why I always have one in my backpack. Some days you just have to lie to Rexx for his own good, if I didn’t lie he might not come in to the mansion with me.
“Don’t say that Alex! I’m already scared what if you get hurt Alex?” Ugh, great now he’s wining. I hate it when he wines, it’s just question after question after question. I can’t take it anymore; he’s been doing this since he was ten. He should think for himself for once. I have trouble enough with my own thoughts.
“Shut up Rexx! God, can’t you think for yourself for once? We’re going in there if you like it or not! If I get hurt you run out here and drive away, got it Rexx?” He looked traumatized; it reminded me of when he found out that mom and dad were killed.
“What if I die?” He looked into my eyes, I felt so sorry for him at that moment. I have seen that much sadness in him for a long time. He looked like a little kid again.
“You won’t kill Rexx, I promise,” I stepped out of the truck, he followed me. All the lights down stairs were all off. The sun was finally going down. “You have to promise that you’ll be quieet the whole time.” He nodded at me. I could feel my adrenaline boosting up as I opened the big metal door.
The house was huge inside; everything was all dusty and cryptic. It reminded me of all the houses in ghost stories. There was a huge chandelier on the floor in the middle of the entrance, two huge sets of stairs; one was going up and the other was going down, and there were a lot of doors; which means a lot of hiding places. Good, just the game I wanted to play, Hide and go Seek. This guy picked the perfect place to have a prison; tones of rooms to go to, tones of hiding places, and tones of space.
I reached into my backpack and got out two longs knives I took from our Aunts’ house. I put my gun in my pocket, Rexx gasped, I looked back at him, I knew he wouldn’t be about to handle the quiet thing. I gave the other knife to Rexx and we walked to one of the stair cases. I lightly placed my foot on the step, it creaked. Great another complication, we had to stay on one level, another reason why he probably liked this place; you could always tell when someone was trying to leave or even get in.
I looked around the room, no sign of anyone yet but I know he’s here somewhere. I just have to find him before he finds me. Rexx shuffled his feet behind me and made a huge creaking noise. I turned around and shhed him. I heard someone laugh, and then a gun went off, and it wasn’t mine. I heard someone fall to the ground behind me.
“Rexx!”