Hey guys, I'm trying this story out so when I have writers block on before the storm, I can write for this. This is just the prelude or whatever it's called, and future chapter will be longer, leave a review if I should continue this! Thanks!
Title: Blunt Force Trauma
Chapter one: Bump in the Night
Static. That's all he could hear, static.
He was crouched behind the living room couch gripping a knife while trying, carefully, not to breathe too loudly. His heart was pounding painfully in his chest and his left arm stung from where he had dodged a would be fatal blow. The static from the now broken TV hissed loudly in the background, almost covering up the sounds of heels clicking on the wooden floors of his apartment.
They continued to grow louder until they stopped in the center of the living room. The woman clicked her tongue a few times before saying "Benny, if you wanted to play 'hide and seek' so badly, all you had to do was ask." The woman smirked "after all, I do enjoy a good game!" she giggled insanely. Ben gulped, his Adam apple bobbling nervously.
"You know why I'm here, Benny?" the woman asked. After hearing no reply she continued
"I'm here because you have something my master wants, and what my master wants, he gets." She slid the knife she was holding across the glass table, creating a skin crawling, ear splitting, screech. She sighed "I am growing bored, I guess we'll have to do this my way." She then grabbed the back of Ben's shirt and pulled him from behind the couch. He yelled in protest, but was silenced when he found himself pressed against the wall with a rather large knife pressed against his throat.
"So…" the woman drawled, "where are you hiding the item?" the man looked at her with wide eyes before stuttering
"I-I sold it."
The woman frowned, "What do you mean 'you sold it'!"
"A b-boy wanted to b-buy it. He offered a high p-price I couldn't refuse!"
she sneered at the man before chucking him to the other side of the room where he smashed into the already broken TV, flinging glass everywhere. The woman walked slowly over to him, her heels crunching on the glass,
"I guess you are no longer of any value to me… how unfortunate." She stood over Ben with a crazed smirk, "what did this boy look like?" Ben struggled to move as his vision went blurry, he said nothing. "I said what did he look like!"
She pressed her heeled shoe against his throat and he wheezed,
"Blonde! Green eyes! Some form of fairy! That's all I know, I swear!"
She released her foot from his throat and licked her red lips, held up her blade, and purred "Good, well anyway, this is the part where you scream!"
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Sabrina Grimm sometimes didn't understand why she picked this job. Sure it was exciting and paid well, but as she looked at the mound of paper on her desk, she suddenly wished she could melt through the agency's floor and somehow appear back in her warm bed at home.
"Paperwork..." She grumbled as she slouched in her office chair.