Hello there everybody. I've been talking about doing this fic for a while, and here it finally is. This is a prequel of sorts for the Golden Curse. With Sister Location coming soon, I can't wait for a whole new cast of characters, but right now this is here to tie us over. Hopefully you'll enjoy this adventure with the murdered children and Vincent. Enjoy.
He wasn't entirely sure when it started. This…un-explainable desire to hurt people and watch them writhe in their own pain. If he was honest he'd say it likely started back in high school when he broke a boy's arm just to listen to him scream. But he wasn't a very honest person. Not with anyone.
So here he stood years later, that desire blazing in his belly like a raging fire. He scanned the main room of the establishment, gaze focusing on one child in particular. He'd been trying to decide who is victim would be. Finally his gaze rested on a boy who he'd targeted. The boy was dressed as a pirate, fake hook and eyepatch rounding out the look. There was a frustrating smirk on his face, one that he always wore. He'd made his decision. All he had to do now was wait for the perfect opportunity and watch the kid closely.
He quickly learned that the kid was there every weekday from 3:30 till close because his parents had to work late and paid the owner to let him stay. He also learned that the kid had a rather unhealthy fascination with Foxy the pirate. Inwardly he smirked. He could use that to lure the child away. Now he just needed the opportunity to present itself. He brought his knife with him after that, sheathed and strapped to his calf. He was a patient man, but he didn't want to miss the perfect moment to strike.
That moment arrived when their current night security guard quit. He'd smiled, and been charming, and offered to cover the night shift until they hired a replacement. His boss had been agreeable, informing him of what new duties he'd have to perform. He partially listened, most of his attention focused on his intended victim. Foxy was shut down for the day; something about minor repairs. He'd be up and running in a few days. However, it wasn't like the kid knew that. The smile he gave his boss allowed him to slip away. He waited for the kid to wander off down the hall towards Pirate's Cove, glancing around before following.
The kid was peering between the curtains on Foxy's stage, a grin plastered to his face. "You aren't supposed to be back here when a show isn't going on," he said. The kid jerked, flashing him a sheepish version of his smirk. He checked his watch. Half an hour before closing. Perfect.
"I just wanted to see him," the kid said, "I always come visit Foxy. He's my favorite." He smiled at the child, trying to seem sweet and friendly.
"You look like a pirate," he commented, "but you certainly don't sound like it." The kid smiled, brandishing his hook.
"Arghh," he said before laughing. The sound grated on his ears.
"It's a good thing you came in here then," he said, "Foxy's going in for repairs." The kid's smile fell and he felt himself inwardly grin.
"He'll be back right?" the boy asked.
"I don't know," he lied, "there's been some talk about scrapping him recently." The kid looked concerned, glancing back at the old fox. "And it's dangerous to have an animatronic active when the parts don't all work."
"But…" the kid said hesitantly. He stepped up behind the kid, settling his hands on his shoulders.
"I'll put in a good word for him," he said, "if I ask they'll likely try their best to get him up and running again." The kid grinned, whirling around and hugging his waist.
"Thanks mister," he said excitedly. He pulled back, looking towards the door. "I should get going. My friend's gonna get worried if I don't get back soon."
"I'm sorry to say I can't let you leave," he said. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he grabbed the kid's arm. The kid gave a shocked shout, turning back.
"Let go of me!" he yelled. His heart thudded, wondering if someone would hear the child. He had to act fast. He grabbed the boy roughly, slamming his head roughly against the Pirate's Cove stage. The kid cried out and then crumpled. He hurriedly checked the kid's pulse, confirming that he was still alive even as blood oozed from the spot of the impact.
'Stay calm,' He thought. He lifted the child, dragging his unconscious form over to the supply closet. After a moment he fished out some cleaning cloths and tied the boy's wrists and gagged his mouth. 'I doubt he'll wake but just in case…' He hurried back out into the main room, just in time for his boss to approach him.
"Where have you been?" the man asked.
"I was checking in Pirate's Cove to make sure nobody went back there," he replied smoothly. His boss eyed him for a moment and then nodded.
"I assume you didn't find anyone," he said. He shook his head and his boss smiled. "Good. Lock up for me." He accepted the keys, smiling as his boss and coworkers left for the day. He clicked the lock shut and flipped on the night lights. The pale, barely there glow made him anxious and he slipped out the knife strapped to his calf.
'Time to play.' He walked into Pirate's Cove, feeling his heart speed up at the sight of the child stumbling out of the closet. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing off the stone floor. The kid whipped around, staring at him in terror. His fake eyepatch had fallen off at some point, and he could see himself in those wide eyes.
"Stay back," he said. His eyes locked on to the knife. "Stop it! Let me go!" He moved, swinging. The blade dug into the boy's arm, blood dripping onto the floor. The kid bolted, one hand clenched over his bleeding arm. He smiled, hearing him run down the hall. A bloody handprint laid on the doorframe, and it reminded him that he had to clean up after all this. The boy was pulling at the front door trying desperately to open it. "No!" the boy shouted when he grabbed him, "You can't do this! Leave me alone!"
"Sorry kid," he said softly, "Our game's come to an end though. You were certainly amusing though. Too bad you need to die now."
"No! I won't let you." The scream that echoed off the wall as he squeezed the kid's wound pleased him in some odd, sadistic way. The kid twisted away, running back towards the back rooms. He chuckled for a moment and then followed. The dark halls greeted him, no sign of the child in sight.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," he called, "you can't hide forever kid." Soft footsteps caught his attention. He smirked, spotting a dark shape ducking into the kitchen. "There you are. Now be a good boy and stay still."
"No! I won't let you! Stay away from me!" The boy grabbed a nearby glass, throwing it. He raised his arm just in time for it to shatter off the appendage, rather than his head. The kid pushed past him, breathing labored.
"So that's how you want to play," he murmured with a small smile, "Fine, let's see how far you can run with that wound of yours. I've always enjoyed games." The boy was starting to bleed heavier, small droplets of blood leading him back to where their game began. The child was trying to force open the back door and failing. "Heheh…found you. You've been a feisty one that's for sure. Now though, it's over. Come here." The boy turned around, amber eyes narrowed in a glare.
"Back off!" He shouted. He winced. The kid was making much too much noise. He grabbed them, jamming the blade deep into their leg. They screamed, the sound trailing off into a groan. He let the boy slide to the ground with a whimper before kneeling down.
"There, that seemed to break your will a little bit. Now sit still. I really do hate having to clean more than necessary." As it was he had to do a thorough cleaning. He certainly didn't need the kid running around anymore. The boy looked up at him, features in a glare.
"Screw you," he hissed. He laughed, sound more chilled than he'd ever made before. He pressed the knife tip to the boy's belly gently.
"That fire will go out soon enough. Your time here is done." He slammed the blade home, watching the life drain from the child's eyes. The boy slumped forward, lifeless. 'Now then,' he thought, looking at the blood pooling beneath the boy's body, 'Where to start the cleanup.'
So there is chapter one. The POV is going to change back and forth so likely Vincent won't be major in the next chapter. Hopefully you've enjoyed, and let me know what you think. What do you want to see when Sister Location comes out? I'd love to hear your thoughts, so please review if you have time.
I'll see you all in the next one. Bye-bye!