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The Demon's Will
Once again I want to thank all my friends for reading and editing my story. This is my second fanfic, so be as brutal as you like. I would love to hear from all of you. Thanks for choosing to read my story!!
It started like it usually did, interrupting his dreams with a horrible pain and a blinding white light. Scrambled images flashed through his mind as he tried to make sense of the upcoming vision. It was difficult to distinguish the images through the pain in his head. The images finally slowed and began to play like a movie in his head.
Ava sat tied to a chair in the middle of an almost completely bare room, save for the table in one of the corners. Her chest was heaving and tears flowed down her bloodstained face. Her crying was muffled by the duct tape placed over her mouth. The chair trembled along with her body and her round, terrified eyes rose to meet someone who was standing across the room. Sam tore his gaze away from the bloodied Ava to see whom she was staring at and felt his heart thump loudly in his chest: Gordon.
Gordon stood there casually, leaning against the wall with a malicious smile plastered on his face. In his right hand, he held a long thin knife as he gently stroked it with his left hand. He caressed it lovingly, as if remembering the lives it had taken, the blood that had washed over its spotless silver surface. His features were pulled tight, as if he had an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He regarded Ava with distaste and hatred.
"You have been an elusive bitch," said Gordon, his voice dripping with malice, "but I finally have you. There is no escape now."
Gordon crossed the room slowly to where Ava was tied to the chair, soaking up her delicious fear. It reverberated around the room in great waves. He stopped in front of Ava and bent down so his face was only inches away from her own.
"I have nothing against you," said Gordon, caressing her cheek with a long finger while she shuddered from his touch. "You are such a beautiful girl." Ava trembled and tried to move her face away from Gordon's. Gordon grabbed her chin and yanked it so she was looking him in the eye. "I'm not killing you for revenge, it's more like a public service."
Gordon took one last look into her terrified eyes and rose back to his full height. He raised the knife and smiled his horrible smile. The blade of the knife glinted in the dark room. Ava shook her head vigorously and the tears ran faster down her cheeks. Gordon lowered the knife and Ava released a breath. She sucked in sharply when Gordon placed the edge of the blade an inch from her throat. She squirmed, eyeing the knife and pulled desperately at the ropes tying her to the chair.
"It's such a shame," Gordon whispered in her ear. She shuddered, not from the cold, but at the evil that was emanating from Gordon. He pressed the knife against her neck, drawing blood while Ava whimpered in fear. "You could be such a nice girl, if you weren't a demonic bitch!"
Gordon raised the knife above his head and plunged in straight into Ava's heart. Ava's scream reverberated around the room barely muffled by the duct tape. Her scream ripped through Sam's soul and brought tears to his eyes. Blood poured from her chest and tears fell to the floor in a steady stream. Gordon wrenched the knife from her chest and watched as the life drained from her body. Ava's cursed soul was cruelly ripped from her body. When all her life force had been expelled, her head fell forward onto her chest. Her heart stopped and her chest no longer rose. Only the steady drip drip of her blood on the floor could be heard in the room. Gordon gripped the knife with his right hand, pulled out a handkerchief, and began wiping his latest victim's blood from the surface.
"Yes, it really is a shame…"
Thank you so much for reading the first chapter. I should be able to get the next chapter up by Friday, and if not, then it will definitely be up on Saturday. Please continue reading and send me a review. Thanks! Oh, and I do have another story on the site, if you want to check it out.