Hey REAVERS KILER here with another story for you.

good me:life is just amazing isn't it

bad me:go die in a hole somewhere

good me:but if I die you die and all the other people in her head.

bad me:well then let's all just go die!

me: umm...we'll talk about this later.

Disclaimer: I do not own unicorns(srry charlie)dragons,planes, this coputer i'm typing on, and I definitly don't own OHSHC...Yet. Keep hoping Charlie.

~PROLOUGE~

"Marissa, i'm here.", said the familliar voice of my dad. I looked around at the wepons on the table that he used on me. I stretched and heard my chains rattle,and tried to get free."It's no use my little butterfly," he purred, "I have the keys to the chains and you can't get out untill I say so."

I looked at him with so many mixed emotions. Pain, fron the knives he used to cut open my flesh and drink my blood,saddened at the fact that he would do this to his only, beloved daughter,anger, from the lies he told me, saying he loved me and wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Though I could not speak I still somehow was able to talk to him, and him able to understand me. No matter how much I tried to deny it my father was a cannibal, comming for dinner. And no matter how much he tried to eat me, I will always love the monster I used to call father.

He looked me over, admiring the damage that was done."You know Marrissa, your a nice fine piece of art. Hm, before I eat you would you mind me painting you?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

I made no indication of a yes or a no."Not going to answer me eh? Oh, well I'll just have to paint you anyway. Art like this just has to be captured."

He stopped for a moment as if listening to something. Then that something got louder and louder till I couldn't even hear myself think. It sounded kinda like a helicopter. Did the police come for me? No that can't be it. I called the police numerous times before and they came but did nothing.

My dad looked franticly around the room, as if trying to find a place to hide from the cops and the FBI. He finally resolved to run out of the room and leave me, his diner, hangging by her arms. Dangling from two rusty looking chains.

"Well at least this gives me time to wonder if my wounds will heal." I thought. My throat was dry, my lips were busted and cracked, My head hurt, my wrists ached,I felt blood rush down my face. It was all in my hair,my shirt, my pants,and feet. My shirt was ripped in a few places showing my undergarment,and there were cuts all over my arms, neck, and stomache.

I was so caught up in my aching body that I didn't even noticed that I was being carried by a FBI agent. "Your going to be okay," He said as he rushed me down the dark hallway. "Were almost there." The only noise that was made was our heavy breathing and his footsteps. About half an hour passed before we reached the end of the tunnel like hallway and made it to the outside.

I was thankful to breath in the nice fresh air that came with it. I saw him make his way to one of the ambulances, and the paramedics strapped me in before putting me in the ambulance. At that moment my brain switched into sleepy mode and I slowly fell unconscious.

~The End...But not for long~

So what do you think? this is just the prolouge but the story is comming up next so be aware. pm me if you have any prblems,questions,concerns, or if you just wanna chat

~REAVERS KILLER~