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A/N: I know that I haven't updated my Hangover fic in a while, but since I haven't been in a great frame of mind lately I decided to update this one instead. Light Purple Dark was nominated for quite a few things in the TMNT fanfic comp, but was taken off due to a sex scene. Though it's void for the 2013 competition, I'm considering trimming that chapter a bit to make it an option for the 2014 one, I'll let you know if I do.
For those just seeing this, this is the sequel to Light Purple Dark. In that fic (SPOILERS!) April's death leads Don to consider killing her attacker. After meeting a fierce woman like Sophia, they both end up becoming serial killers.
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The darkness was piercing, but somehow I had no trouble looking through it. Beside me, Sophia smiled. It was a wicked, predatory smile.
I couldn't help but return it.
Of course she liked the location I chose, and was tickled pink at the prospect of killing more than one. And she was thrilled with the prospect of luring the targets here. Normally we went to them, but this time we were the ones holding the puppet strings. And we were surely going to string them up good
Her only complaint was the structure of my plan. She wanted to go in here and make it as fun as possible. As tempting as that sounded, though, I was leaning more towards the side of caution. After all, you never knew what would go wrong. It was best to incapacitate all of them before preceeding to the juicier parts. I was somewhat certain that she'd go along with it. Maybe seventy-five percent.
Silently, I reached into my bag and handed her the disposable phone while I got out my tiny stereo. Sophia flipped open the phone and sent the text. It was designed to look like a mass text, one that all college guys probably loved. It promised a hopping party, lots of alcohol, and skanky sluts willing to let any guy ride between their legs in exchange for some compliments and a few drinks.
It was strange, how well we worked together. Just yesterday I had left my family after attacking them. I had to do it, though. They didn't understand me any longer, they just didn't get it.
Sophia does, of course.
The sex we had when I came to her window was one of the gentlest in our relationship. She commanded the entire thing, but I didn't mind. At that time, in fact, it was preferable. Even now my brain was still reeling at the very fact that I was no longer living with my family of two decades. After all, we were all that we had, we depended on each other, and because of our situation, we thought that we'd never leave each other. Plus our parting didn't go that well, in fact it went disasterously. So even while I rejoiced at my new sense of freedom, I missed them all the while. Of course, she could sense that. That morning, when I woke up I caught the way she was looking at me and I knew that she knew. So she told me that he had to get our targets tonight. For the bonding, for something to do, to remind myself why I had left in the first place, and, in a way, as a celebration for doing it.
What better way to celebrate than with blood and the screams of your disemboweled victims, right?
At first I wasn't too sure, I mean it seemed a bit soon. But I went along with it anyway, and already I was beginning to see the benefits. Not only did it take my mind off things, but I could feel that hot excitement rising within me. The adrenal glands were squirting their hormone into my bloodstream and I felt the rush. It was exquisite.
She stared at me as I got the speakers out. Her eyes seemed to glint in the dim lighting. "No one can hear us out here." She whispered.
I smiled and nodded. That was one of the reasons why I had chosen this spot. It was away from the city, and the surrounding houses were vacant. It was all being developed, a new suburb built, and here we were about to pop this particular house's cherry. It was perfect in more ways than one, too. Nearly everything was still wrapped in plastic.
Sophia bounced on the balls of her feet, her excitement was so palpable. I smiled, my flesh warming as I looked at her. She was wearing a simple, snug fitting black cotton outfit and generic black shoes. Something easy to get, hard to trace. Her straight brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, which was tucked into her cap. She had on snug gloves.
She made it look so sexy, or maybe my libido was rocking high out of excitement. We were about to kill again, something which I found gave me such a fantastic high, all the hormones and internal chemicals sluicing together to form a potent drink that I was probably getting addicted to. To top it off, at this location we would have time to do things at our leisure, which would likely end in some mind-blowing post-kill sex. The best kind, the perfect cherry to top everything off. It was unbelievable.
Shaking my head, I took out the CD and popped in the stereo. We had to make this empty house seem like party central, which shouldn't be too hard. Let's just say that I didn't have a high opinion of the teenage male's intelligence, especially partiers like these guys. We didn't have any cars in front of the house, but I just put in the text that it was a good idea to park elsewhere to keep from attracting too much attention. Flimsy excuse but these guys were dumb enough to buy it, of course. But we still had to put in some other elements to make it believable.
I had picked theses guy out before I left the Lair, which I guess kind of fit. They were a group of guys who singled out young women, drugged them at parties and gang raped them. Through intimidation, repeated assaults and the occasional beating, all the women dropped charges in an attempt to get away. One of the boy's fathers was high on the police food chain, so the charges weren't really taken that seriously anyway.
I was going to enjoy them tonight. They might have the numbers but we had the skill and intelligence. Their blood was going to run hot.
Finally I flipped the speakers on. The sound that blasted from it was the basic party scene. Upbeat music could barely be heard over the sounds of raucous laughter, girlish giggles of delight, manly whoops, and the incessant drone of conversation. I actually got the track online from a 'Girls Gone Wild' movie. It set the mood perfectly. Anyone coming to this house would think that a borderline scandalous party was taking place. After checking to make sure that it was fully functional I turned it down. No need to listen to that sort of garbage any longer than we had to. I'll just turn it back on in about fifteen minutes, the guys would come in about twenty minutes, depending on where they were. More than enough time to set the trap.
Considering that the houses weren't fully complete yet, it had no electricity. But we came prepared. We got out two small lanterns, setting them in front of the bottom story window. Enough to make it look like people were inside. I moved the speakers to a room closer to the back, so that when they came in, they would have to go deeper into the house to get to the sound.
We were almost to it. Excitement poured through our veins as our minds told our bodies what was to come. This was so fantastic for both of us.
The time seemed to pass too slowly, yet blindingly fast. We paced, I did push-ups, she continuously looked out the window. We were both so keyed up that we couldn't speak, we just exchanged wild-eyed glances, grinning in the night like wolves. I wonder if it was a full moon?
When the time came for me to turn up the stereo, loud enough to make us initially wince as the annoying sound bounced off the walls, my heart was thudding against my chest. They were coming. We were going to do it again. I felt slightly jittery, my muscles warm with the flood of adrenaline and epinephrine, getting itself amped up for what it knew was coming. Clenching my fists I closed my eyes and threw my head back, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
We were going to do it again.
Suddenly Sophia was against me, pulling my mouth down to hers in a harsh, pulverizing kiss. I instantly returned it with gusto, angling my head to get deeper. She pressed against me, her fingertips fluttering down my sides. It made my belly do a flip-flop, heat flowing downwards. With a low growl I pushed her across the room, pinning her body against the wall with my own. She gave a slight moan and put her arms around my neck, clinging to me. Her hips rocked slightly, grinding against my own. I deepened the kiss as I reached my hands down, digging my fingers into the flesh of her buttocks. She shivered and moved her legs apart.
Then, through the loud cacophony of the stuff blaring from the stereo, we could hear the thump of speakers come from down the street. I broke the kiss and looked behind my shoulder to see the headlights coming through the plastic-wrapped windows.
For the first time, I was truly torn. What we were doing was so intense I almost couldn't think straight. Then again, the thrill of the kill was so exquisite in and of itself. Then again, perhaps I wasn't getting sufficient blood flow to my brain.
Abruptly I shook my head. It would be even sweeter, even more intense if we did it after. Besides, either way we'd have to deal with them coming here. Separating myself from her, I smiled at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes wild. It was a look that made me excited. But she smiled back.
It was time to get to business.
"You sure you don't want to make them scatter?" She asked in a hoarse whisper. "It'll be more fun…" She made a show of rubbing her hands down her body.
Swallowing, I shook my head. "Stick with the plan, Sophia." She gave me a pointed look, but didn't say another word. I hoped that she would listen.
I was surprised about how fast I was able to clear my mind, then again I rarely had issues with focus. Except, as I had found out earlier with my brothers, on my post kill high. At times like those, a large chunk of my focus and common sense seemed to fly out the window.
The car parked in the driveway. Five guys clambered out, whooping and hollering. From the sound of it, they started the party a little early, a couple of them were at least buzzed, possibly drunk. Even the guy driving. No, I wouldn't lose any sleep taking these guys out, that's for sure. In fact, the alcohol would make our jobs even easier.
I looked over at Sophia. Our eyes met and she gave a nod. I stared at her a moment longer before she turned and headed towards the back room. I stayed behind, slipping behind the closet door, less than ten feet from the front door.
They came in the door with all the graze of a bull in a china shop. Loudly talking to themselves (perhaps the alcohol dampened their sense of hearing?) as they stepped into the dark room. Even in their current state, they paused after crossing the threshold, looking around in confusion. "Dude, where are they?" One asked, slurring his words slightly.
A taller one looked around the room, squinting his eyes. "It sounds like its coming from back there." He chuckled, pointing to the back room where we placed the blaring speakers.
Just then I heard Sophia's voice give a high pitched squeal. "Oh, did you hear that? I think more guys are here! Where are the jell-o shots? I want to jump their bones!" The giggle that sounded afterwards made me cringe slightly, but in truth it was perfect. She sounded like a drunk, mindless college girl. Just perfect for what we needed.
Reaction to their arrival was just what they needed to assure them. Giving each other high fives, they crossed to the center of the room, heading to where the noise was.
Silent as a shadow, I crossed the room, darting out of the house from the front door behind them. They didn't even notice. In the bushes was my bag, right where I placed it. Taking out a hammer and a few nails, I quickly put them in a few key locations, effectively nailing the door shut, purposely timing my whacks with the deep sound of the music's base to drown the noise. We had already done the same to the back door. Quick as a wink, I shoved them back in my bag and, hoisting it over my shoulder. Like a squirrel scaled the tree next to the window and leapt from there to the roof of the top floor. The window was open just like I'd left it. Locking it behind me, I sped down the stairs, avoiding the spots that creaked. I'd mapped them out before.
Peering down, they were out of the living room and in the same common area where the base of the stairs were. The speakers and Sophia were past the kitchen.
I could tell that by now they were slightly more anxious. This wasn't normal. Any smart person in this situation would try to leave, not that it would do them any good now, of course. But these were teenagers. Even worse for them, they were teenage guys in college. Part of the 'I'm invincible' class. I could see that self-assurance pass over their faces, helping to quell the nervousness that they were feeling. They chuckled uncomfortably, trying to outdo each other in displaying how confident they were pretending to be.
Idiots.
When they passed the stairs and into the kitchen, I came down, practically sliding on the bannister, coming to a man who was straggling slightly behind the group. Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arm around his neck, immediately tightening to the point that he couldn't get enough breath to call out. With several steps, I dragged him behind the other side of the stairs, out of view of his compatriots. His pulse pounded against my skin as he clawed at my arm with hooked fingers, feet flailing. If the stereo hadn't been blasting, someone might actually have heard him. I could feel his panic, his desperation as I dragged him away from his friends, who hadn't even noticed that he wasn't there. It put a dangerous excitement within me, one that seeped into my very bones.
Briefly a memory flashed in my head, after all, I had done the same thing to Mikey. Frowning, I shook my head, angry at myself. This wasn't the same at all. I was on a post-kill high that night I almost killed my brother. This time I was in control. Firm fucking control.
In my anger I tightened my grip and the man's face purpled. His brain had been deprived of oxygen for long enough. Sure enough, he became limp in my arms. I held him a few seconds longer, counting his pulse to make sure he wasn't faking it, then dropped him unceremoniously to the floor. Using quick movements, I flipped him over and hog tied him with complicated knots and dragged him around the door frame to the living room closet. Closing the door, I looked at my watch. That had taken over a minute. A little longer than I thought, but it would still work.
Adjusting my pack in a position where I can move quickly if need be, I stalked across the area once more. I had to check on Sophia. Her expertise was best after I had rendered them unconscious. With the torture, the blood and the actual killing. The hunt was my game.
By now I could hear the cries of alarm.
"What the fuck!" One exclaimed, looking around the room that was empty save an electric lantern and the blaring speakers. "Where's all the skanks?"
One was beginning to realize his true predicament. "Man, we need to get outta here! I gots a bad feeling about this!" Big tears were brimming in his eyes as he shoved a hand through his hair, pacing like the caged animal he was. The third just looked around in silent shock, while the fourth looked from one to the other in genuine confusion.
It was about then that they noticed they had a missing member. "Where the fuck is Chris?" They all froze and looked around slowly, their eyes as wide as saucers. Their comrade, of course, was nowhere to be seen. As these parasites, who had never truly known an actual tough day in their lives met each other's eyes I knew that they knew that something had happened to their friend.
Their devotion to their friend was inspiring, truly it was. Without giving a second thought to their missing comrade, they tore to the other side of the room, scrambling over themselves in an effort to get out of the door. They couldn't, of course. They'd realize that soon enough.
Luckily I didn't see Sophia anywhere, which might be a good thing. At least then I won't have to worry about her getting hurt, though I did wonder where the hell she was. She wasn't the best at following orders.
By now the guys realized that something was wrong with the door and it wouldn't open for them. Then all hands went to their pockets for their cell phones. I smiled to myself. The signal jammer that I had turned on after we sent out the text would take care of that little issue.
Strange, I had never watched it like this. Seeing their burgeoning panic when they realized that their phones weren't working was more fantastic than I would have realized. It really got me going.
My palms twitched. I needed to get some action soon. Which wouldn't take too long considering the degree of panic they were displaying. I was already planning the steps out in my head. It would be organized and controlled.
My thoughts were shattered by a scream coming from the living room.
Immediately my heart dropped. I recognized the voice, it was the kid that I stuffed into the closet.
For a second I remained rooted to the spot behind the stairs as two of the guys hesitantly stepped forward and looked around the corner while the other two tried to pry open the back door with renewed gusto. Pulling out my bostaff I stepped behind the two going to the living toom.
But I had a clear view.
Sophia didn't even bother untying the guy. He was lying on his stomach, screaming and sobbing into the floor, as she finished clipping off the toes of his right foot. Thin shoots of arterial blood squirted onto the floor before the muscles constricted and ebbed the flow. She was speckled with it and the wooden floor, still covered in plastic, had a growing puddle, soaking the man's clothes. Turning, she smiled, the tiny flecks of blood making her look so much like a leopard that I half expected her eyes to glow. It was an incredible, if not slightly unnerving sight.
Yet at the same time, she'd jumped ahead of schedule. Clearly I was wrong about the following orders thing.
The guys stood silent for a moment, staring in dumb shock at this petite, slender woman taking off their friend's digits. Perhaps they didn't believe their eyes. Cocking her head, Sophia assessed them and laughed. The sound rang through the air like bells. Then she raised a gloved fist, and flung Chris's toes at them, the tiny appendages bouncing off them like grapes. "Run, little piggies!"
They screamed. Though they could probably easily take her, they both turned to run from her.
Well, maybe acting now wasn't such a bad thing. It might be more fun, just like Sophia said. So as they turned around, the butt of my bostaff met one of their skulls with a sickening crack.
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A/N: So what do you think of the beginning of this story? I'll get into deeper aspects later, after we get through a bit of blood. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
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