WARNING: This story is not meant for children under the age of 14. It is extremely dark and horrific and I am kinda pushing it by putting it in the T section. I will change it if needed. You have been warned.
Knife Called Lust
Eleanor twirled the bloody scissors around her fingers. She smiled down at the body at her feet. Her face was dotted with specks of blood. The scissors were drenched and the bloody ribbons ran down her arm as she twirled them.
Had she gotten what she had wanted? No. Had she enjoyed it? God, yes. She held the scissors above the body that laid on the floor and dropped them. They landed on his head, sinking deep into his skull. Eleanor laughed and stepped on the scissors, causing them to thrust deeper.
Chapter 1: How to Flirt
Two months earlier…
A knock on the door was heard and Eleanor rushed down the stairs to answer it. It was the three chipmunks, Alvin, Simon and Theodore. Eleanor smiled cheerfully at them.
"Hey you guys!" She said. "I'll get my sisters." Eleanor turned and ran back into the house and up the stairs. She burst into her room where her sisters were still getting ready. Brittany sat doing her makeup and Jeanette was stuffing books into her book bag.
"The boys are here." Eleanor said. "Come on, we can't keep them waiting!"
"You can't rush perfection, El." Brittany said.
Eleanor smirked. "I'm not, I'm rushing you!"
Brittany scoffed. "Like I haven't heard that one before…" She muttered, standing up and grabbing her bag. Eleanor giggled and turned and left the room.
She jumped down the last few steps and to the door, where the boys were still waiting.
"They're coming down." Eleanor said. She looked at Theodore and grinned. "Hi, Theodore." She said shyly.
Theodore gave a wave and smiled back. It made Eleanor blush. She giggled.
"Hey, Britt." Alvin called. Eleanor turned around and saw that her sisters had finally come downstairs.
"Ready to go?" Simon asked.
"Yep." Eleanor said. "Bye, Miss. Miller!" Eleanor called. Her sisters repeated her. They shut the door and began their walk to school.
Alvin grabbed Brittany's hand and the two walked together, side by side. Simon did the same with Jeanette and Jeanette gave him a peck on the cheek. Theodore gave Eleanor an awkward smile. They were not dating.
Not yet, thought Eleanor. But soon. She had a feeling he would ask her soon. She had been dropping hints to him for the past month after all. Blowing kisses, leaving "I love yous" at the end of all her notes to him. He had to ask her out soon. Didn't he?
The group reached the school and as the boys parted from the girls, Alvin and Simon gave their girlfriends hugs. Eleanor turned to Theodore and held out her arms. Theodore took the hug and she squeezed.
"Bye, Theo," She said into his ear. She thought for a moment. "I love you." She added.
Theodore was silent. Then he pulled away and said, "I love you, too, Eleanor."
Eleanor blushed and the boys all turned and began heading for their classes. Eleanor sighed happily and the chipettes made their way to their classes.
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"Could someone explain to me the techniques used for torture by the Italian Mafia?" The teacher, Mr. Dobbes, asked. The class shifted nervously. No one knew the answer and if no one knew the answer, Mr. Dobbes would pick someone randomly. The chosen student would be humiliated.
Eleanor wasn't paying attention. She usually did; Criminal History was always one of her classes. But right now, she was busy drawing her and Theodore's names in little hearts in her notebook.
Torture techniques always intrigued Eleanor. She always loved to hear how murderers and serial killers would slaughter their victims.
"Miss. Miller, perhaps you have the answer?" Mr. Dobbes asked. He had a pointy chin with a goatee and an even pointier nose.
"What?" Eleanor asked, looking up from her drawings.
"Torture techniques. Italian Mafia. Go." The teacher asked, snapping his fingers and leaning against his desk.
"Well," Eleanor began. "One easy way would be to cut their fingers off." The girls in the class made disgusted faces. "Or they would tie their victims to trees and beat them half to death with a baseball bat, oak or metal. Metal preferably."
The teacher nodded. "Thank you Miss. Miller." The teacher turned to the rest of the class. "I want you to read pages 231 to 245 tonight for homework." He narrowed his eyes. "It's clear that only Miss. Miller knows this information." He huffed. He turned to Eleanor. "It's great god that you are not demented, eh, Miss. Miller?" Eleanor looked down at her book in embarrassment.
Brittany and Jeanette thought it was weird that she like this kind of stuff, but Eleanor was proud of her knowledge on criminal acts, even if she knew she would never need to use them. Eleanor began to draw more hearts, filling them with Theodore's name.
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Alright, that's all for now. There will be more soon. And, yes, my school does have a course called Criminal History that teaches this kind of stuff. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it this year. Darn. Ah, well. 'Till next time, FanFiction!