Chapter One: The Trap
Blood…I smell it…I can smell it on your hands…
There was no escape, no backup plan, and most certainly no way she could outthink this deranged genius. Sora was finished. She had no tricks cleverly hidden up her sleeve anymore. No matter how fiercely she tried, he was always two, no, seven steps ahead of her. This was inevitable. She knew this psychopathic madman would trap her in his blood stained grip, but she had no idea he would catch her this fast. She had planned it all out. Calculated and measured everything to the most diminutive detail and yet, here she was. Gasping for air and sprinting as fast as she could to escape the maniacal laughter that seemed to follow right behind her.
Blood…I smell it…I can smell it on your hands…
Sora cut around the corner in front of her, mentally kicking herself, for she had just run into a dark and long alleyway, the adrenaline rushing though her veins preventing her to think clearly. She ran down the gruesome alleyway for fear of turning around and seeing his hysterical grin reaching from ear to ear.
"Don't run Sora…you know that won't help you. I've caught you…it's as simple as that."
She flinched, hearing his malicious laugh in her head, causing her to fall straight to the filthy floor. She tried to stand up, gripping the rotten walls with now shaking hands, crimson blood dripping from her multiple lacerations. When she stood up, she knew she was about to stare death straight in the face. She was cornered in a dead end, a single red street light flickering above her shaking body. She didn't know what to do….she was lost. Her mind started to wander, knowing there was nothing she could do. Gasping and ignoring the blood trailing down her face, she waited for him.
One…two…three…four…
She waited there, her exhausted body shivering with fear. In an instant she heard footsteps, sharp and rhythmic at first, but then clumsy and offbeat. She knew it was him. This was the end. Her life would end here. All of her hard work, trying to catch this maniac and planning to punish him in the name of justice, was wasted. Sora had lost, and here was the consequence for losing. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his slouched body or his face filled with malice when he would end her life.
One…two…three….four…
It was silent. The battered girl no longer heard the clumsy footsteps. She didn't hear anything except for a little meow from a black alley cat.
"Is….is he gone? Have I won?" Sora thought in her head, immediately expelling a sigh of relief. Relaxing a bit, she slowly fluttered her eyes open, only to see a petrifying sight before her.
"Hello again my chocolate haired girl."
He towered above her wearing a monstrous smile filled with brilliantly white sharp teeth His midnight black hair barely covering his crimson bloodshot eyes that pierced through her own terrified look. He let out a bone shattering laugh as he saw her trying to struggle free from his skinny blood stained hand that grabbed her weak cut up wrist. Sora stared in shock as she witnessed the tortured genius swiftly drag a knife up her arm. She couldn't scream or move at all. She was paralyzed with fear. He laughed once again when he saw her shocked expression.
"Now don't be scared my little Sora. I have no intentions to harm you." he said with a false voice of comfort as he cut a thin line across her neck. Sora flinched at the coldness of the knife, causing the knife to dig into her shoulder. She tried to force out a scream, but was quickly muffles by his skeletal pale hand.
"No no no my little Sora. We shall not have any of that here." He snickered, removing the blood stained knife and tracing his tongue across the center, leaving trail of Sora's fresh blood on his tongue. Sora tried to scream again, repulsed at the sight. This time, the bloodthirsty madman growled angrily, sending chills down her spine with his blood red eyes.
"Well apparently little Sora was not listening to me. She will have to be punished now for being disobedient."
With a final laugh, Sora suddenly stopped all her struggling. Her eyes started to feel heavy as lead. Her small frame started to slump against his grasp. The last thing her eyes managed to see before her onyx-grey eyes closed into the darkness were his bloodshot crimson eyes glaring at her and a victorious smirk plastered on his blood stained pale face.
