Be forewarned: The first chapter of this fic is really dark. You'll find all sorts of nasty topics…rape, murder, arson, and just all around sadistic-ness (is that a word?). Anyway the story is yaoi, all the way, even though the prologue may lead you to believe otherwise. Oh yeah…any anime characters referenced in this story belong to their respective owner…not me. So don't sue.
When it Rains
By: Kaineko
Prologue
A mysterious figure clad from
head-to-toe in black, lurked through the darkened house heading toward the
bedroom of its only occupant. He didn't have anything personal against the
beautiful young woman that lived there, but she was an obstacle to his goal.
He'd learned the hard way over the years that the only way to deal with an
obstacle was to remove it permanently…by force if necessary. The house was
eerily still, only the normal nocturnal sounds of owls and crickets could be
heard. He was stealthy, like a well-trained ninja, and he knew his movements
went completely undetected even by the flimsy alarm system that the silly woman
had installed. He was too clever to be caught by such a crude device, and his
craftiness had served him well as he dismantled the system. Of course, the
police would never find any evidence to support its tampering. He was just too
good. But he really didn't care about the alarm one way or the other. All he
cared about was that when he left the house she was dead.
As he passed the many
pictures of the young woman with her family and friends, hanging in the hall,
he almost felt remorseful…Almost. No, he had a job to do, and such meaningless
emotions were of no use to him now.
He approached the bedroom
door, and vaguely wondered why someone that lived alone would sleep with the
door closed. Ah well…no time for trivia. He pushed the door open quietly and
his eyes immediately fell on the bed where his intended victim lay
slumbering…blissfully ignorant that her demise was at hand. As a general rule,
murderers are cruel and unmerciful…that's why they're murderers. But occasionally
you'd find a killer that would mercifully grant a quick, painless death to
their victims. Unfortunately for this woman…he wasn't one of them.
He stalked over to the bed,
snatching the covers from her body, startling her awake. He was pleased to find
that she slept in relatively few clothes…a thin nightgown and cotton panties.
This would be so much more enjoyable than he'd anticipated. She screamed,
grabbing the lamp off the night table and throwing it at him. `At least she's
resourceful,' he thought as he ducked the flying object effortlessly. As he
heard it crash into the wall behind him, he pounced on top of the struggling
woman. It would be a waste not to have a little fun before killing her.
Besides, he'd been extremely frustrated lately, and he needed someone to take
it out on. This afforded him the perfect opportunity.
He restrained her hands
easily enough. She was so much smaller and weaker than him, his body weight
effectively pinning her body to the mattress. He didn't bother to try and quiet
her screams. She lived in a very secluded house outside the city, and no one
would hear her anyway. He grabbed the front of her gown, and with one swift
movement, tore the material away from her body. He grabbed the waistband of her
panties and soon they went the way of the gown leaving her laying naked and
struggling under her assailant.
He ran his hand down her
body, enjoying the feel of the trembles he elicited with every touch. This was
going to be really fun. She was young and beautiful…the perfect model of
femininity. But it wasn't the unique feeling of a woman's heat that he craved.
Rather it was what she had in common with a man that made her attractive. He
wanted to feel the tightness that could only be afforded to him by anal
penetration. But more than just that, he wanted to feel her trembling in pain
and fear; feel her struggling to try and dislodge his member from within her
body; hear her sob and beg him to stop. That's where his thrills came from.
The anonymous man backhanded
her with brutal force…dazing her long enough to remove his own clothes and
climb back on her. He flipped her over so she lay on her stomach and parted her
legs, nuzzling his body between them. One hand rested on her back, pinning her
hands and body down to the bed. With his free hand, he positioned himself at
her entrance and with one swift thrust he was seated deep inside her body. Her
agonizing screams filled the room, seemingly reverberating from the walls and
ceiling. They were like sweet music to his ears and he kept thrusting within
her body, eliciting more tortured screams. He could feel her warm blood
lubricating the passage and seeping out onto his body. It ran in rivulets down
his legs, and onto the sheets below.
After long agonizing moments
of increasingly powerful thrusts, he decided it was time to finish what he came
to do in the first place. He flipped her over onto her back and thrust himself
back into her tight, blood-slick passage. He wanted to see the fear her eyes
held as he ended the charade. He released her pinned hands and slid his own
around her neck, ignoring the sting of her small fists as they collided
ineffectually with his body in a futile attempt to save her life. His hands
tightened, cutting off the air she so desperately needed to live, and silencing
her cries of protest. He was almost disappointed that he could no longer hear
her screams. But this was the way it had to be. She began clawing desperately
at the hands that were effectively choking the life from her battered body. Her
eyes held nothing but fear and pleading.
As he quickened the pace of
his thrusts, he tightened his grip around her slender neck. Her once lovely
face was turning gradually deeper shades of blue then purple as she was
asphyxiated. As her bloodshot eyes rolled into the back of her head and her
body went slack, her sadistic tormentor thrust one final time. Throwing his
head back and groaning in blissful glee, he emptied his seed into her body. He
collapsed on top of her and lay there for a few moments panting; exhilaration
and exhaustion warring within his hazy mind. After he'd calmed down enough to
think straight, he dislodged himself from her sticky, lifeless body. Grabbing
the sheet, he wiped her blood from his abdomen and pelvis, before putting his
clothes back on. He gave a cursory glance to the woman laying motionless on the
bed. He had really enjoyed himself, but it still wasn't enough. He guessed he
could have made it last longer, but it was going to be daylight soon and he had
to be finished with his objective and gone by then. Going to the living room,
he retrieved a few bottles of liquor he'd noticed on the bar when he entered,
and took them back into the bedroom. He liberally doused the woman's body and
her bedroom with the substance then with one last look in her direction, he set
her on fire. All evidence would be consumed within the flames, and he'd never
be implicated in her murder. As he walked out of the inferno, his attention was
drawn to a ring of keys and a small piece of plastic, all imprinted with the
Capsule Corp. logo. He grabbed them from the dresser and quickly exited from
the burning house, disappearing into the night.
End 1/?
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