I know I have another True Blood story, but this one just kept naggin me so I wrote and am already done with chapter 2. Please let me know what you think of my story. I own nothing. Please let me know what you think about it.
Chapter 1
The Escape
Crouched in the corner of the basement like some animal, I slowly feel the effects of the drug wearing off. My mind has been the only sure thing these past few days. I cling to my past memories of a life full of pain and suffering rather than pay attention to what those sick fucks are doing to my body. After a while, though, I am brought out of my memories just as they finish up using and abusing me. They disgust me with their actions and I just want to kill them all.
Sitting up against the wall, I spare a glance at the silver shackles around my wrists that bind me to the freezing cold basement. The first time they put me down here, I began to panic as soon as they strapped the cuffs on. The reason for this is that I have the strange ability called psychometry. It is the ability to touch someone or something and know its entire history as well as feel it. I will always have them with me for the rest of time until my death.
The first girl chained down here was named Roza. She originated from Russia before moving to several different countries until they settled in America; he was someone important in the embassy. He unfortunately passed away when she was sixteen leaving her to live with her mother. On spring break from her collage at the age of twenty-two, she went to New Orleans for Mardi Gra. Roza was beautiful like any other girl. She was a skilled ballet dancer as well as fluent in many languages, not including Latin. Those Languages were Swedish, Russian, Turkish, and Romanian. She lasted two weeks down in this hell hole and put up a fight for the first three days before succumbing to their wishes.
The second girl was perhaps the oldest one being held captive at the age of twenty-eight, but her youthful looks made her appear ten years younger than what she really was. Her name was Yuki and she had immigrated to America from Tokyo when she was seventeen. Her activities in America were a little more illegal than Roza. She was a professional street racer as well as skilled in several forms of martial arts. She was also different like me. She was a seer, a very useful skill in my opinion, but sadly she only lasted two and half weeks down here. She did put up a fight though the entire time she was here. I guess that was when they introduced the medication to their sick operation.
The third and final girl before me was named Isabella. Let's just say she had the worst career out of everyone here. She was twenty-four and had a pretty successful life as one of the best thieves in the world. She also worked for the mob as a hit woman. She knew how to operate several weapons and fight in some more uncommon fighting styles. She was drugged the entire time she remained here because she put up one hell of a fight. Unlike the other girls, she lasted two whole months down here.
From all of their memories, thoughts, and lives I learned every single skill. It's as if I lived their lives through their own eyes. I may be another victim, but I swear to whatever higher power that is ruling that I will be the last victim. No female or male shall be put through this type of punishment.
Unlike the other girls excluding Yuki, I had a few strange abilities on my side. Not only am I cursed with psychometry, but I am also like the freaking human torch. I can control fire as well as manipulate it, but the main talent is engulfing my entire body in these beautiful flames. I am unaffected by it as well as immune to being burned. The only downside to this ability is that I am weakened easily since I don't have much practice using it, thus my reason for not using the ability to get the hell out of here. I needed my energy to escape. My temper makes it worse when I don't have control over my emotions.
Breaking myself from my thoughts, I felt my body come to live. I quickly put my plans into motion by reaching my hand up to my ear. Moving my long slender fingers, I hastily removed my stud silver earring. Once I had it out of my ear, I proceeded to pick the locks with it giving silent thanks to Isabella the thief. Her ability made it possible for me to escape this fucking wall.
I listened for the distinctive click before freeing myself from the shackles. It did take me a couple minutes to stand up because I hadn't used my legs in two days, but I didn't think that it was as bad as what the others went through. Once I was able to stand and walk around, I made my way over to the gardening tools. Hmm… what to use? Ah fuck it, if I am going to exact my revenge on them then I am going to torture them for what they did to the others as well as myself.
Grabbing the hammer from the little wrack, I crept over to the staircase. "Can someone up there please bring me some food? I am so hungry!" I cried out. My voice was hoarse from keeping silent for so long. The sound of the creaking floorboards broke me from my thoughts as I focused all of my attention on the situation at hand. The creaking floorboards meant someone was coming down or were on their way to coming downstairs.
The basement door opened with a loud slam before the sound of heavy steel toed construction worker boots stomped heavily down the stairs. Hiding in the shadows, I waited until Lewis stepped onto the concrete. Moving quickly so he didn't have time to turn around or to turn on the light switch, I brought down the heavy end of the hammer down upon his head sending him falling to the ground.
It took one hard hit to knock him out like a light. Smiling victoriously, I grabbed the gun from his belt before dragging his large bear like body over to the wall. I chained him up and went over to their little work table with the many drawers. Reaching inside, I pulled out the ball and gag with the smile ever present upon my face. Oh this sick fuck was going to get his, but first I need to retrieve his partner in crime before I could act. Walking over to Lewis, I fastened the ball and gag onto his head as well as into his mouth after removing his keys and wallet from his pocket.
Returning to the table, I pulled out the bottle of a familiar liquid that they had used several countless times on me. It was a neat little concoction. The way it works when injected to someone is that it completely paralyzes them. You may not be able to move but you can feel every single thing happening to you. An executioner would use it on prisoners when they were too riled up. It worked for at least twelve hours before it broke down. Lucky me it only took eight. I quickly searched the drawers for another syringe. Filling it up, I slowly and silently made my way up the stairs to get the other man whom was Lewis's partner in crime. His name is Peter and he is the one that lures the girls in while his friend knocks us out to take to their little hide out.
Peter works at the morgue, making it easier to dispose of his victims bodies, but he normally works only nighttime so he is here all day to watch over their victim while Lewis works during the day as a construction worker. Peter is the more attractive one so when he's not working or watching over the victim he is doing recon on future victims. Hopefully right now, Peter is sleeping before his shift at the morgue, but knowing my luck; he is probably wide awake and willing to give me a fight.
Entering the kitchen silently, I hear the sound of the sink running. Huh, Peter must be doing the dishes again. Walking around the door, I see him standing in front of the sink doing dishes as I had expected while singing so very off key and out of tune. Approaching him from behind, I dexterously jammed the needle into his neck before pushing down of the white little button. Yanking the needle out, I took several steps back to see him spin around. He pulls the ear buds out from his ears after taking two steps forward. He wavered on his feet then collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.
I smiled wickedly as I discarded the syringe by tossing it carelessly into the wall. Bending down to his stiff body, I grabbed him by his shoulders. Dragging him over to the basement staircase, I simply tossed his body down the wooden steps. I listened to his body clanking and thudding before his limp body hit the stone cold concrete. I started walking down the stairs as I felt my smile grow with each and every step I took. "It's party time Fuckers." I said after making my way over to Peter since Lewis was still out like a light.
Walking out of the front door, I lit the match with a smile then simply tossed the burning match into the house. It took a mere second before the entire home exploded in scorching hot flames. It however didn't affect me in the slightest as I continued walking towards Yuki's Porsche. Holding the keys with one hand while I gripped the hunter green towel wrapped around my body with the other, I approached the silver 998 Wicked-7 Mega wide Porsche. Hopefully the seer has some clothes in the trunk or I am going to walking around naked and I really don't want to walk into a building without any clothes. Though, I am thankful for the shower before I burned the house down.
My finger gently pressed the trunk button on the keys after I stood in front of the sleek trunk. There rested two large black duffel bags. I quickly unzipped both bags in search of something to wear. Yuki and I were nowhere near the same size. I am taller and thinner than she was, but anything would have been better than nothing.
As I riffled through the bags, something suddenly occurred to me. Everything inside this bag was brand new with the tags still on them and is definitely in my size. "Huh, now this is very unusual." I commented out loud as I pulled the first things I could get my hands on. Dropping the towel since the house was in the middle of nowhere, I pulled on the lacy bra and panties before putting on the dark blue skinny jeans that made my slim curves stand out. The next things to go on were black spike stilettos. They looked more expensive than anything I have ever owned. Finally, I pulled on a silky midnight blue camisole and a skin tight black leather jacket.
Walking around the Porsche's driver side door after slamming the trunk shut, I slid into the smooth leather seat. My fingers quickly shot upwards to pull down the sun blocking visor when all of a sudden a creamy colored envelope dropped into my lap. I was surprised to see my name scribbled on the front in emerald ink. Picking it up, I gently opened it up. Pulling out the ivory letter, my eyes were extremely eager to go over the information on the letter.
Reading it over, I gasped out loud at what was stated on the letter. It basically stated that Yuki was giving me ownership over her car as well as putting it in my own first name. She had given me a new last name as well as all of her money which were in bank accounts ready for me to use. She had also given me new papers and all. She basically gave me the keys to a brand new life as a gift because she knew her own fate before it even happened.
"Geeze Yuki, you didn't have to do any of this. But I am thankful for this though I won't use it unless it's an emergency." I stated firmly before leaning over to the glove box. Opening it, I pulled out the stack of items she had left me. I found my new identification items as well as a bank card. There was also a miniature leather book with different bank numbers and codes. I almost missed the phone with the lime green sticky note on it. Wow, Yuki was really prepared for this. She must have been an excellent seer to know all of this stuff. Well, I thank her for all this once again.
Now, I guess it is time to get moving. Lewis and Peter may have lived in the middle of nowhere a couple miles outside of New Orleans, but I don't think it is going to take long for someone to notice the smoke from the burning house. Buckling my seatbelt, I took a glance at the sticky note. It stated that I should head over to Bon Temps and towards the bar called Merlotte's. Well, I better follow the seer's advice since she gave me a new life. Sighing, I knew from this point on I would no longer be the old me. I am a new person who goes by the name Loki Kismet
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