A/N: Hello, everyone who clicked on this. School finally got less busy, so I could finally write something again. I really wanted to write a murder story once, so here it is. I think I do have to mention that the first chapter is a bit gross. I mean I wrote it, but at some points I had to stop, because one I was alone in a dark room so I got kinda afraid… Second I got a bit sick… I'm such a wimp, and then to think I'm already sixteen :P I have no idea if something like this is already written by somebody, if it is then I suppose you should read that story as well. Yeah, have fun ready this…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this fic.
It was nighttime, but it was still warm outside. The person on the chair on the patio sighed, she couldn't sleep and now it was 2 a.m. and she had to work later on the day. She didn't want to, not that she didn't like her job, but the thing is she worked in a restaurant. One with a nice terrace, where a lot of people would come now it's summer and that meant serving a lot of people as the waitress. Of course, she wasn't the only waitress, but it would still be a lot of work. No, she would much rather have another day like today, she had gone swimming with her friends. It had really been fun. She sighed again, actually she should return to bed.
Ding Dong
That was weird, why would someone be at the door at this hour? She walked to the door and without really thinking it over, she opened it. Before she could tell the person off for the late hour, they were already in. The person had closed the door with their foot and pressed her against the wall. She was shocked and wanted to scream, but the person's hand was covering her mouth. She started squirming to get out of the person's grip. While doing so she heard a strange sound, like metal gliding over something. Her eyes widened when she saw the person holding a knife. She once more tried to escape, but it was no use, the grip of the person was too strong for her to break. Why was this happening to her? Was she going to be killed? She didn't have time to think more, when the person slowly lifted the knife to her throat. She started crying, which made the person remove their hand from her mouth, to their own lips. They put a finger against their lips, signing to be silent and gave her a wink. Just like they were playing some kind of game and she couldn't say anything to betray their hiding place or something. But this wasn't a game she bitterly realized, the person was still holding a knife to her throat. She was still one slice away from being dead. She wanted to scream for help, but thought better of it. The person had told her to be silent so they will probably kill her when she screamed. The pressure of the knife intensified and she could feel blood trickle down her neck. Then the pressure disappeared completely. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them it had all been a nightmare and she was safely lying in bed. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her left arm, she opened her eyes and forgot all about not screaming by giving an ear-piercing cry. She started crying again, having stopped before out of fear of making a sound. Now she didn't care about being silent anymore, being killed in one quick slice sounded like a better end than something as torturous as this. The person gave a dark chuckle before they pulled the knife back again. The large wound on the young woman's arm was bleeding steadily, making a drip-drip-drip sound when the blood hit the floor. Then they moved the knife to her right shoulder, inserting it in a 45-degree angle. After that, they slowly started moving the knife down, removing the skin while doing so. Blood started dripping from this wound as well, quickly forming a little puddle on the ground. She felt herself grow weak, because of both the pain and all the blood together with her almost completely removed flesh. Her torturer took a step back to admire their work, she took this opportunity to run like hell. She quickly darted up the stairs and down the hallway. Good thing the summerhouse of her brother was this big, it could be called a mansion, but this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. She rounded a corner and flew up another flight of stairs. She ran down the next hallway and ran into the second last room. Noticing she had run into a bedroom, she hid herself in the almost invisible closet. Quickly making a mess of the blankets that were lying there, she pulled a few over herself. With the adrenaline that was still rushing through her, she ripped a piece of one of the blankets and tied it around her right arm, as far as she could above the wound. With that she lessened the bleeding and had bound the flesh back to her arm so it wasn't hurting her by dangling around at her wrist were it was still connected to her. It still hurt like hell, though, and her other arm wasn't giving off a great feeling either, but it was less bad in comparison to her right arm. She realized she needed to call for help, otherwise she would most definitely die. She felt her pockets for her phone, but couldn't find it. After a few moments of frantically searching, she realized it was still lying in her own bedroom. She could do two things now, she could go to her room so she could call the police, but then there was the risk her torturer would find her. She could also stay in her hiding place hoping they wouldn't find her and would leave. She decided it would be best to go find her phone, it was dangerous she knew, but she needed to call. She carefully and silently left the closet. While trembling over her whole body she listened at the door. Not hearing anything, she opened it. She started to walk down the hallway. Her room was a floor down and at the other side, why hadn't she just run to there, she wondered. t was probably the urge to go away that didn't make her run to a rational place. She safely made it to the staircase when she heard a terrifying sound.
"Oh Rukia, come here, we weren't done playing… yet." The voice had sound like it came from everywhere. She started to run down the staircase, all her smart ideas about keeping silent forgotten. When she was down she blindly ran for her room. Miraculously getting there without being killed, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Quickly typing in 911, she hadn't noticed a shadow moving in the corner. She held the phone to her ear and heard it ring once, before she felt a great pain in her hear. Screaming in pain, she dropped the broken phone and turned around to come eye-to-eye with the person she had been trying to avoid. She made a run for the door and tried to open it, only to come to the realization it was locked. She turned around in terror and saw her soon-to-be-killer holding the key. They laughed, while slowly moving to Rukia. She moved as far back as possible, but without avail. The person grabbed her by her hair and threw her on the bed, where they first cut two perfectly straight lines from her ankle to her knee. She cried out and once more, tears were traveling down her face. They asked her in a mocking tone if it hurt. She wasn't able to answer, because the pain was too intense, but it was somewhat obvious it did, damn bastard. Her arms and legs felt like they were on fire, while the flesh was being scraped off and someone was pouring salt in the wounds.
"You just have to say it if it hurts too badly, then I'll just do something against it." They tore two strokes from the bed sheet and tied it around her legs. This way the bleeding was minimalized, which would make her live longer, it didn't do anything against the pain though, something she thought they knew damn well. The person moved, sitting in a way they were straddling her legs, but not touching one of the wounds. Her soon-to-be-killer moved her shirt up so her stomach was visible. Rukia was completely terrified when she saw them raise the knife to her stomach. They trailed it down her stomach, adding enough pressure to draw a bit of blood. After that, they started drawing a figure or flower or something, Rukia didn't care, she just wanted it to stop. When the person apparently thought it was enough, they drew back to look at the wounds. Rukia was still writhing in pain, so she hadn't really time to look down at her stomach. Then the person had had enough and bore the knife in her stomach, but not hitting a vital organ. They stabbed a few more times and soon Rukia's belly was more or less open, she was still alive, though, but she wished she wasn't. The pain got even worse than before, which she thought was impossible. In her painful state, she was still able to see her soon-to-be-killer looking up at her and giving a wicked smile. They leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
"If I'm not mistaken, humans can live with only one kidney, right?" Her eyes widened and she managed to whisper 'no', but that didn't stop them. They dove into the wound and cut one of her kidneys off. She hollowed in pain, what had she done to deserve this? She was a good person, had lived according to the rules. She didn't deserve such a painful death. The person started cutting of more things in her stomach. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted it to be over. Couldn't they just kill her? She barely registered something hitting the wall, probably one of her organs. She wanted to throw up, but that was impossible. Fortunately, she knew it wouldn't last long anymore. At most, two more minutes, then it would be over. In those two minutes, her ear shells were sliced off and her killer had stabbed one of her eyes. But, she wasn't really aware of it anymore. She thought about her friends, she would never see them again. A lone tear travelled down her face, before everything turned black…
A/N: I used bastard in it, I think most people automatically link that to a guy, but I use t for both boy and girl
All right, that was the first chapter, please let me know what you think and if there are any mistakes, I'm not from an English speaking country so my English isn't perfect. But I try my hardest. I will upload the second chapter as soon as I can. I've already written it down on paper, but typing it over is such a drag, so that will take a while… it is definitely up before next week though. Remember to let me know what you think about it, but keep it nice please