Hello all! Ok, since this is my first horror fic, I'm putting my newly
invented flaming policy into action. What is my flaming policy you ask? Ok,
this is it. If I get no flames, everything's sunshine and puppies, and
everyone gets kissed by Kirby Morrow, except for the guys, you can either
get kissed by some hot anime chick or you can choose the mysterious
"Eclipse". Who's Eclipse you ask? Anyone ever heard of Demon Dairy? If you
haven't, you'll have to wait for the next chapter!
Then, if I do get flamed, I have Kirby Morrow and Steven Jay Blum and some...hot anime voice actress chick locked up over a tank that has sharks with fricking laser beams attached to their heads. Flame me, and I drop them into the tank! No, I'm just messing with ya, if it sucks, FLAME AWAY! Seriously, go ahead! I won't mind! ^_^ So yah, my first horror story, Spike has a stalker, and a crazy effed-up one too! Anywho, here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any related material!
This fic rated R for just some creepy and disturbing stuff!
The room. Now quiet and pitch black as the grave. It had been closed off for years, not even the teenagers dared each other to go in there. Now it is calm, at peace. But oh, if these walls could talk. They could tell tales not for the squeamish and describe scenes of torture that would chill you to the bone. Now they tell such a tale of lust, murder, and solitude. Back twenty years ago, when lights shone from the ceiling, and these walls had company.
Once again, the room was dark, but it knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. The clock on the wall read twenty minutes to nine and the master would be home soon. Sure enough, twenty minutes later, the room's only door opened and in walked a man. He didn't turn on the lights, but instead kept the door open as his source of light and headed over to the TV at the far side of the room. The man had a fair complexion and had the looks of what most women would call today, a lady killer, with his blue eyes and brown pony-tailed hair, definitely a knock-out. He sat down in a chair in front of it and switched on the television.
A banjo began to play in the background as a gun came on the screen and then turned towards the man. The gun goes off with a comical "BANG!" and then the title "Big Shot" takes the place of the gun. A dark skinned man and a blonde woman dressed as cowboys appear on the screen, the hosts of the show Punch and Judy. "Howdy, all three hundred thousand bounty hunters in the star system, how ya'll doin'?" Punch said, giving the camera a friendly smile and wave.
"Oh boy, it's time for Big Shot, the show that tells all about fugitives!" Judy's cheerful voice chimed in.
"We have a great show for you today cowboys, but first it's time for today's hot news," Punch said. "Now then, you all know that murderer who's been hopping around the planets, moons, and asteroids, infamously known as "Tiger" right?"
"Oh yah! That guy had a huge fifteen million woolong bounty on his head!"
"Well, sorry to all you cowboys out there, but that rascal was caught yesterday by the well known bounty hunter, Spike Spiegel!" A picture of Spike appears on the screen and the man's breath picks up.
"Wow, what a handsome guy!" Judy said, getting all starry eyed. "And for all you women out there remember that Valentine's Day is coming up and Mr. Spiegel is single!"
"Well, we know where one of Mr. Spiegel's valentine's is coming from!" Punch said with a chuckle.
"Really Punch? I had no idea that you swayed that way!" Judy said with a giggle.
"Wha?! What the heck are you talking about Judy?! I was talking about you!"
"Oh whoops! My mistake! Sorry Punch."
Punch just shook his head and then exclaimed, "Wow! It's time for a commercial! But be sure to stick around for more Big Shot!" Punch said, winking and giving the camera a thumbs-up.
The man got up from his chair and switched off the television. He walked over to the door where only a dim light was shinning through, even though it was wide open. Still, by that light you could see wetness in the crotch of his pants and a distinct bulge as if he'd recently jacked off. "Spiiiiiiiike," he hissed to himself, turning on the lights in the room. Save for the space for the light on the ceiling and the light switch, every inch of the room was covered with pictures of Spike. Many of them were doubles of the same picture and they were shot from all different angles with the camera.
The man went into the hallway outside the room only to return a few seconds later dragging a long black bag. With great difficulty, the man pulled and dragged the bag to the center of the room. There, he unzipped it to reveal the mangled corpse of a woman. She had flowing black hair, though now it was tainted and sticky with blood, and what appeared to be a red party dress. Here and there on the dress were little specs of white, indicating the dress's original color. Both of her arms were badly cut and her legs were broken at odd angles, probably so the body could fit in the bag.
Her torso was completely ripped open from the collar bone all the way down to the hips. Every organ in her body had 5 stab wounds as a minimum. Yet surprisingly with al this carnage done to her body, her face remained untouched, not a scratch on it. The expression on the woman's face however was one of a scream of terror and pain. The eyes were close to bulging and her jaw was open as wide as it could go.
The man dumped the body out of the bag onto the ground and then flipped it face up, arranging the legs so they were straight and the arms right at her sides. The man worked quickly, as if he was getting ready for an inspection. When he seemed to feel satisfied, he went over to a corner of the room and lifted up a floorboard, taking out another bag from underneath. He then unzipped the bag to reveal decapitated heads, each in a different stage of decay. Most were the heads of women, but there were a few heads of incredibly handsome men. Or at least they had been handsome at one time. He picked out a head out of the bag that had the kind of calm look on her face that made you feel uneasy. He took the head over to the corpse and dangled it by its hair up and down the corpse. He then took the head in his hands and took on a high pitch voice, facing the head towards himself. "Oh Obsession," he said to the head in the high voice. "You promised me that you would stop after me you bad man! At least you usually wait a month between killings as not to draw suspicion. You killed me last week!" It was true that the girls head did seem the freshest.
Regaining his normal voice, he replied to the head, "I know Stacey, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself! She was getting so dull, the same routine everyday. And what do you mean, "I promised you"? You were the one who convinced me to kill her!" He then faced the bag and took on a different pitch of woman's voice.
"No, it was me Obsession. Your memory is going down the drain these days," he said to the bag while walking towards it. When he got to the bag, he squatted down and pulled out another head. This one was in a high state of decay with the skin all wrinkled and falling off.
His voice went back to normal and he said, "Oh yes, you're right Jackalyne! It WAS you! My memory is truly failing isn't it."
"So, who is this girl? What's her name?" Obsession asked in Stacey's voice.
"Her name is Carol and she's going to be your new roommate! She's a nurse at the hospital down the block!" Obsession said to Stacey's head.
"Oh good, I was getting so tired of hearing the same stories over and over again!" Obsession said in Jackalyne's voice.
"Yes, she should have plenty to talk about!" Obsession said in a cheerful voice. With that, Obsession set down the two girl's heads, facing them towards the corpse, and went back to the hole in the floor. He took out a bloody double-bladed axe and brought it over to the corpse. He carefully lined up the axe and the neck, lifted up the axe above his head, and then brought it down with one mighty swing. Carol's head went rolling away to one of the walls, as if Carol's will was still driving herself to get away from Obsession, even after death. Obsession walked over and picked the head up, smiling at the horrified expression on its face. He brought it over to the bag and held the head up so it was looking at him eye to eye. "Welcome to your new home Carol! I'm sure that you'll love it here! Feel free to mingle," he said and with that, dropped the head into the bag.
"Well Obsession, you've killed another one, now what are you going to do with your time?" Obsession asked Jackalyne's head in her voice, picking it up. As he picked it up, one of Jackalyne's eyes fell out of its socket, the eyelid so rotten that it could no longer hold it in. Obsession quickly swooped down and picked up the eye.
"Oh Jackalyne, your eye fell out again," Obsession said, back in his regular voice. He carefully put the eye back in its socket and kissed Jackalyne's head on the cheek. "There's my girl, all better!"
"Am I even your girl anymore?" Obsession said, talking in Jackalyne's voice again. "You've had so many girls after me, I'm not even sure that you love me anymore!"
"Oh Jackalyne, of course I still love you! You were my first love and nothing can change that!" Obsession said.
"Obsession, you always were sweet," Obsession said in Jackalyne's voice. "Now then, who are you going to go after next? I've seen how terribly bored that you get."
"Isn't it fairly obvious?" Obsession asked, pointing around to the pictures covering his walls. "His name's Spike Spiegel and he's a bounty hunter. He makes me so happy honey; I think that he could be the one!"
"That's what you said about the last three guys," Obsession said in Stacey's voice, picking up her head.
"Yah, but this time it's different!" Obsession insisted. "Spike it special, he's a real man."
"I'm gonna tell the guys that you said that," Obsession said in a taunting Stacey voice. "They won't talk to you again for weeks!"
"Do it and I'll make you disappear just like Kathryn. You remember Kathryn, don't you?" Obsession said. His voice didn't go over into a higher pitch and that seemed to satisfy him greatly. "Now then, it's time to go to bed my angels!" He put the two heads in the bag and hid it under the floor along with the axe. He then stuffed the body back in the bag that it came in and dragged it to the door. He looked up at eh clock that hung over it, it read one-thirty in the morning. "Oh dear me, it keeps running later every time," Obsession said to himself. By the door, Obsession kept a calendar where you rip off one page for each day. He ripped off a calendar page, turned off the lights, and dragged the body off, leaving February twelfth exposed to the darkness.
Well, there you have it! I know, the first chapter's sh*t, but I think that it gets better, and maybe a bit scarier. ^_^ We'll see what you think! Anywho, bubye!
The Dream Goes On as I Walk in the Rain on L8ter Dayz.
Life is but a Dream2000
Then, if I do get flamed, I have Kirby Morrow and Steven Jay Blum and some...hot anime voice actress chick locked up over a tank that has sharks with fricking laser beams attached to their heads. Flame me, and I drop them into the tank! No, I'm just messing with ya, if it sucks, FLAME AWAY! Seriously, go ahead! I won't mind! ^_^ So yah, my first horror story, Spike has a stalker, and a crazy effed-up one too! Anywho, here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any related material!
This fic rated R for just some creepy and disturbing stuff!
The room. Now quiet and pitch black as the grave. It had been closed off for years, not even the teenagers dared each other to go in there. Now it is calm, at peace. But oh, if these walls could talk. They could tell tales not for the squeamish and describe scenes of torture that would chill you to the bone. Now they tell such a tale of lust, murder, and solitude. Back twenty years ago, when lights shone from the ceiling, and these walls had company.
Once again, the room was dark, but it knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. The clock on the wall read twenty minutes to nine and the master would be home soon. Sure enough, twenty minutes later, the room's only door opened and in walked a man. He didn't turn on the lights, but instead kept the door open as his source of light and headed over to the TV at the far side of the room. The man had a fair complexion and had the looks of what most women would call today, a lady killer, with his blue eyes and brown pony-tailed hair, definitely a knock-out. He sat down in a chair in front of it and switched on the television.
A banjo began to play in the background as a gun came on the screen and then turned towards the man. The gun goes off with a comical "BANG!" and then the title "Big Shot" takes the place of the gun. A dark skinned man and a blonde woman dressed as cowboys appear on the screen, the hosts of the show Punch and Judy. "Howdy, all three hundred thousand bounty hunters in the star system, how ya'll doin'?" Punch said, giving the camera a friendly smile and wave.
"Oh boy, it's time for Big Shot, the show that tells all about fugitives!" Judy's cheerful voice chimed in.
"We have a great show for you today cowboys, but first it's time for today's hot news," Punch said. "Now then, you all know that murderer who's been hopping around the planets, moons, and asteroids, infamously known as "Tiger" right?"
"Oh yah! That guy had a huge fifteen million woolong bounty on his head!"
"Well, sorry to all you cowboys out there, but that rascal was caught yesterday by the well known bounty hunter, Spike Spiegel!" A picture of Spike appears on the screen and the man's breath picks up.
"Wow, what a handsome guy!" Judy said, getting all starry eyed. "And for all you women out there remember that Valentine's Day is coming up and Mr. Spiegel is single!"
"Well, we know where one of Mr. Spiegel's valentine's is coming from!" Punch said with a chuckle.
"Really Punch? I had no idea that you swayed that way!" Judy said with a giggle.
"Wha?! What the heck are you talking about Judy?! I was talking about you!"
"Oh whoops! My mistake! Sorry Punch."
Punch just shook his head and then exclaimed, "Wow! It's time for a commercial! But be sure to stick around for more Big Shot!" Punch said, winking and giving the camera a thumbs-up.
The man got up from his chair and switched off the television. He walked over to the door where only a dim light was shinning through, even though it was wide open. Still, by that light you could see wetness in the crotch of his pants and a distinct bulge as if he'd recently jacked off. "Spiiiiiiiike," he hissed to himself, turning on the lights in the room. Save for the space for the light on the ceiling and the light switch, every inch of the room was covered with pictures of Spike. Many of them were doubles of the same picture and they were shot from all different angles with the camera.
The man went into the hallway outside the room only to return a few seconds later dragging a long black bag. With great difficulty, the man pulled and dragged the bag to the center of the room. There, he unzipped it to reveal the mangled corpse of a woman. She had flowing black hair, though now it was tainted and sticky with blood, and what appeared to be a red party dress. Here and there on the dress were little specs of white, indicating the dress's original color. Both of her arms were badly cut and her legs were broken at odd angles, probably so the body could fit in the bag.
Her torso was completely ripped open from the collar bone all the way down to the hips. Every organ in her body had 5 stab wounds as a minimum. Yet surprisingly with al this carnage done to her body, her face remained untouched, not a scratch on it. The expression on the woman's face however was one of a scream of terror and pain. The eyes were close to bulging and her jaw was open as wide as it could go.
The man dumped the body out of the bag onto the ground and then flipped it face up, arranging the legs so they were straight and the arms right at her sides. The man worked quickly, as if he was getting ready for an inspection. When he seemed to feel satisfied, he went over to a corner of the room and lifted up a floorboard, taking out another bag from underneath. He then unzipped the bag to reveal decapitated heads, each in a different stage of decay. Most were the heads of women, but there were a few heads of incredibly handsome men. Or at least they had been handsome at one time. He picked out a head out of the bag that had the kind of calm look on her face that made you feel uneasy. He took the head over to the corpse and dangled it by its hair up and down the corpse. He then took the head in his hands and took on a high pitch voice, facing the head towards himself. "Oh Obsession," he said to the head in the high voice. "You promised me that you would stop after me you bad man! At least you usually wait a month between killings as not to draw suspicion. You killed me last week!" It was true that the girls head did seem the freshest.
Regaining his normal voice, he replied to the head, "I know Stacey, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself! She was getting so dull, the same routine everyday. And what do you mean, "I promised you"? You were the one who convinced me to kill her!" He then faced the bag and took on a different pitch of woman's voice.
"No, it was me Obsession. Your memory is going down the drain these days," he said to the bag while walking towards it. When he got to the bag, he squatted down and pulled out another head. This one was in a high state of decay with the skin all wrinkled and falling off.
His voice went back to normal and he said, "Oh yes, you're right Jackalyne! It WAS you! My memory is truly failing isn't it."
"So, who is this girl? What's her name?" Obsession asked in Stacey's voice.
"Her name is Carol and she's going to be your new roommate! She's a nurse at the hospital down the block!" Obsession said to Stacey's head.
"Oh good, I was getting so tired of hearing the same stories over and over again!" Obsession said in Jackalyne's voice.
"Yes, she should have plenty to talk about!" Obsession said in a cheerful voice. With that, Obsession set down the two girl's heads, facing them towards the corpse, and went back to the hole in the floor. He took out a bloody double-bladed axe and brought it over to the corpse. He carefully lined up the axe and the neck, lifted up the axe above his head, and then brought it down with one mighty swing. Carol's head went rolling away to one of the walls, as if Carol's will was still driving herself to get away from Obsession, even after death. Obsession walked over and picked the head up, smiling at the horrified expression on its face. He brought it over to the bag and held the head up so it was looking at him eye to eye. "Welcome to your new home Carol! I'm sure that you'll love it here! Feel free to mingle," he said and with that, dropped the head into the bag.
"Well Obsession, you've killed another one, now what are you going to do with your time?" Obsession asked Jackalyne's head in her voice, picking it up. As he picked it up, one of Jackalyne's eyes fell out of its socket, the eyelid so rotten that it could no longer hold it in. Obsession quickly swooped down and picked up the eye.
"Oh Jackalyne, your eye fell out again," Obsession said, back in his regular voice. He carefully put the eye back in its socket and kissed Jackalyne's head on the cheek. "There's my girl, all better!"
"Am I even your girl anymore?" Obsession said, talking in Jackalyne's voice again. "You've had so many girls after me, I'm not even sure that you love me anymore!"
"Oh Jackalyne, of course I still love you! You were my first love and nothing can change that!" Obsession said.
"Obsession, you always were sweet," Obsession said in Jackalyne's voice. "Now then, who are you going to go after next? I've seen how terribly bored that you get."
"Isn't it fairly obvious?" Obsession asked, pointing around to the pictures covering his walls. "His name's Spike Spiegel and he's a bounty hunter. He makes me so happy honey; I think that he could be the one!"
"That's what you said about the last three guys," Obsession said in Stacey's voice, picking up her head.
"Yah, but this time it's different!" Obsession insisted. "Spike it special, he's a real man."
"I'm gonna tell the guys that you said that," Obsession said in a taunting Stacey voice. "They won't talk to you again for weeks!"
"Do it and I'll make you disappear just like Kathryn. You remember Kathryn, don't you?" Obsession said. His voice didn't go over into a higher pitch and that seemed to satisfy him greatly. "Now then, it's time to go to bed my angels!" He put the two heads in the bag and hid it under the floor along with the axe. He then stuffed the body back in the bag that it came in and dragged it to the door. He looked up at eh clock that hung over it, it read one-thirty in the morning. "Oh dear me, it keeps running later every time," Obsession said to himself. By the door, Obsession kept a calendar where you rip off one page for each day. He ripped off a calendar page, turned off the lights, and dragged the body off, leaving February twelfth exposed to the darkness.
Well, there you have it! I know, the first chapter's sh*t, but I think that it gets better, and maybe a bit scarier. ^_^ We'll see what you think! Anywho, bubye!
The Dream Goes On as I Walk in the Rain on L8ter Dayz.
Life is but a Dream2000