Hello, to all. Haji here with a wonderful sideshot to The Nobody Virus. That's the story DeadShut and I are writing together.
I found Marla Shift's character so interesting, I just had to write a little story about it. There is actually another part of this. Stuff that happened befor here, though it isn't entirely written down. My mind just flew into a frenzy when I thought about developing his character. I just wanted you to understand him a little bit better.
It's about Marla Shift, the person before Marluxia. Hope you guys love it. I will write another chapter to this if people request it. I need at least three. It might cover what happens directly after this.
Enjoy.
"This is bullshit, babe."
Marla Shift was waiting for him. His father. Chris Hart. The man who had rescued him from his childish hell, and introduced him to something much worse. Right now, the prick was on the phone with God knows who, trying to secure his pussy for the night.
That's how he always was. Marla thought. Always in pursuit of the almighty vagina.
He absently touched his own genitals, cringing when there was nothing there. He stood on the other side of the bedroom door, thinking. There was only one bedroom in the house, and Marla was in no hurry to join the devil on the other side. He sighed deeply.
Over the many years Chris had taken care of him, he was more and more often losing touch with reality. Instead, choosing to create his own. One where he was the master and everyone else was just a toy. He was pleased to revel in his own fantasies, but he could never pleasure himself. That was the one thing he wished he could do.
He would never feel the satisfaction of dominating over anyone, whether male or female. And since he knew he could not feel these sensations, he never really developed a sexual attraction to anyone. Except Jaclyn.
Marla shook his head and pushed his memories to the side. The TV was on, and Marla could hear the sound of the news. There was a woman speaking. She sounded appalled.
Tragedy struck in the downtown Metropolitan area today as the bodies of two young teenagers were discovered by their parents. The bodies of Jason Ferrell and Jack Garrett were uncovered, bound and gagged in the south side of Central Park. It appeared they had been suffering from hunger for days before they were brutally cut and sodomized with what appeared to be gardening equipment. Their parents were taking a leisurely stroll when they stumbled upon the deposited bodies…
"Sick fuck," Chris grumbled. He flipped the station.
Marla felt numb inside. They found his bodies. He hadn't disposed of them properly. He silently cursed himself, but relished in the way they were found.
"They deserved it," Marla whispered.
"Marla?"
Marla opened the door to the bedroom. "What, Chris?"
Chris was lying on the bed, petting the space next to him. "Come."
Marla hesitated, but he closed his eyes and placed his mind elsewhere. He lay down, curling his legs and hugging his knees. Chris turned out the light.
"Guess what tomorrow is," Chris whispered. He ran his fingers through Marla's dyed pink hair.
Marla shuttered, wishing he could take that hand and cut it off with a spade. "Tuesday?"
Chris pulled him closer. "It's your birthday. You know what that means."
Another visit from Moe Lestor, I bet.
"I can't wait to find out," Marla muttered. He could feel the beginning of an erection touching his back. Oh, fuck.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Chris said, his fingers preparing to get a better grip. "I would never to anything to hurt you."
Marla tensed. He knew a fight was about to break out. He was already in a position of weakness. He was curled up, he was right next to him, and he was too tired to really fight. He had been busy the past couple of days.
"I want to do something to you."
Marla felt the familiar tears form. "Please, don't." He had to play the part. If he didn't, it was going to be worse for him. It was better for him, and his asshole if he just pretended to resist.
Chris was about to flip him over when the phone rang. Both Marla and Chris looked up slowly. No one had ever called them this late before. Marla stood up, pulling his arm free. He approached the still ringing phone, and picked it up.
"H-Hello?" Marla saked.
"Hi, is this Marla?"
Marla instantly recognized the voice. "Jaclyn?"
"Hi, I'm sorry I'm calling so late." She paused. "It just took me forever to find your number. You didn't give it to me when I asked for it. I thought you were just in a hurry."
Marla's heart fluttered, then it dropped like lead when he realized that he had to escape. It had been on his mind for a while, but he had never had any kind of idea on how he was going to escape Hell's Kitchen. Then, it dawned on him.
A sudden panic overcame his soul. "Jaclyn? I need your help."
"Who's there, Marla?"
"Just a bill collector," Marla called. "I'm working on it."
Jaclyn sounded concerned. "What's wrong?"
Marla let the tears flow. He hadn't been this scared in his whole life. He knew now that he had to get out. Or he was going to go crazy. "I need your help. Please, I need you to come to my place. Right now!"
"What's going on?"
"I just need you to help me escape." Marla said quickly. "I can't take it anymore. I just need you to understand. Please, help me…"
"Marla?"
Marla froze as Chris stood in the doorway. Marla swallowed, screaming into the phone. Chris lunged at him, but Marla had regained his fighting vigor, and threw his weight back. This caught Chris off guard. Marla landed on top of him and instantly rolled off and crawled away, trying to reach for the phone. He could hear Jaclyn on the other end, crying his name.
"Jaclyn!" Marla shouted. Chris grabbed his foot. The address. All she needs is the address.
"Jaclyn!" Marla was trying to keep Chris from choking him. "Thirteen! Eleven!"
"Shut up!" Chris whispered sharply.
"North Wellington—"
Chris crawled over him and ripped the cord out of the wall. Marla gasped as he failed. He had tried to escape, and he failed. Chris huffed angrily and turned on the spot. Time seemed to slow down. Marla's mind was racing.
Run.
Marla leapt to his feet, but Chris was already upon him. He grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged Marla across the kitchen floor. Marla struggled, trying his best to free himself. He knew his punishment was going to be much worse.
Chris pushed him back into the bedroom. Marla snarled, but clamped his mouth shut as Chris pulled his pants down.
"Open," he commanded.
Marla shook his head quickly. "Fuck you!" He spat. Then he shut his mouth again.
Chris roared and wrapped his fingers around Marla's throat. Marla held his ground for quite awhile. He didn't budge, but he could fell the blood leaving his brain, and his face grew hot.
"Open your mouth, motherfucker." Chris grunted.
Marla wanted so badly to die of strangulation, but his body's thirst for life betrayed him. He held on for the last few seconds, but he gasped loudly, sucking in as much air as he could before Chris shoved his dick down his throat.
Marla gurgled, trying to pull away. But Chris kept him in place, moving back and forth, stealing the last of Marla's dignity. Marla groaned, but he didn't dare bite down. He knew if he did, he wouldn't live to see another day. As much as he detested his adoptive father, he closed his eyes and teleported himself to a better place.
But, as Chris's groans turned into satisfied moans, something tainted the last part of Marla's mind. The place that kept him sane grew dark. Rolling clouds of self loathing and mental breakdown decayed the last brick of happiness that kept Marla under control. The last string of pleasant thoughts snapped, and a haunting new cycle of thought formed.
The Guide to Serious Serial Killing
By
Ned Mitchell
Congratulations! If you are reading this book, you have decided to become what society deems a monster. You are about to start preparing for the last thing you will ever be known for. You should feel proud of your accomplishments, for you have already taken the first step by picking up this volume. Take the time to pat yourself on the back. Now, there are very specific instructions detailing the use of this book. Because anybody can choose this profession, I have set the chapters up as follows. All men shall read the first chapter, then every odd numbered chapter afterwards. All women shall read the first chapter, then every even numbered chapter afterwards. Do not ever deviate from the planned chapter for you, or you'll be unsuccessful in your attempts in this wonderful new world. With my guidance, you will not fail. But, you must remain adamant and faithful to the book. You may now move forward. I wish you luck in your endeavors.
Marla flipped through the book that he knew cover to cover in his mind's eye. He had read those life changing words when he was just twelve years old, and up until now, he had only thought of those heinous acts in his murder fantasies. But, today was a new day. The beginning of a new life. A new…obsession.
Chapter Eleven
You should take another step back from your constant planning and thoughts to enjoy what will be your first 'registered kill'. Your first registered kill will be the one defining moment in your career. Once you decide to take this exciting step forward, you will never gain be able to return to your previous life. In the last chapter, you were instructed to identify your 'Rock' and your 'Hard Place'. These are the two steps you must take before you can achieve your freedom. In the face of hard times, you must remain adamant.
Marla growled, sending a wave of pleasure through Chris's body. Chris moaned deeply, filling Marla's mouth with cum.
You remember who your 'Hard Place' was?
Marla tried to pull away, thinking his torture was over. He glared at Chris as he leaned away. Chris panted, but his posture was unwavering. He wasn't going to let Marla go.
Kill them.
Marla paused, thinking for just a moment. Did he really want to take this next step? Did he really want to change his life forever? Did he really want this kind of freedom?
Marla had only thought about it for a second. Chris was still thrusting violently. Marla hummed, accentuating his pleasure. Chris groaned.
"Marla, I'm about to—"
But Marla didn't wait for the next wave of disgusting bodily fluid. He smiled, fooling Chris into thinking he was enjoying every bit of his punishment. He felt Chris seize up, and he struck.
He gnashed his teeth together, causing Chris to squeal in a pitch high enough to crack glass. He backed away, but the pain tore his insides apart. Marla had chewed off Chris's manhood. Blood spurted everywhere. Marla stood and threw the dead organ at Chris.
"I've had enough." Marla growled.
Chris kneeled before Marla, crying and writhing in agony. "Please, Marla. Stop! I'm sorry!"
Marla stopped his advancement. "You're sorry?" He smirked.
Chris breathed shallowly. The loss of blood was really starting to affect him. "I'll never…"
Marla shrugged dramatically, "I promise I won't do it again, Marla. I love you, Marla. Please, Marla…"—he dropped his voice to just above a whisper.—"moan my name."
Marla spat in Chris's face. "You are my Hard Place, Chris. You, who knows nothing about preserving child innocence. I would've never been this way if you didn't stake your claim like a sick fuck!"
Chris shivered as Marla grabbed a small nest of thick-growing ivy. "Beg for your life, love."
Chris struggled against the thick coils of the parasitic plant. They fell into the kitchen. Marla stood behind him, making sure he could not grab him and decide to get revenge. Chris flailed his arms, and choked out angrily.
Marla, realizing that the vines wouldn't hold their own for much longer, Marla reached behind him, hand searching for something sharp. Anything sharp.
He grasped a kitchen knife. It was dirty, but he held it to Chris's throat. "Shhh…"
Chris instantly quieted and stopped moving.
"Say my name…" Marla whispered.
Chris babbled softly.
"Say it, Chris."
Chris shook his head. Marla pushed the knife into his skin. He was getting impatient. Chris was crying. The tears rolling down his cheeks were more real that his disfigured genitals. "Please…Marla."
Marla smiled. "Sleep tight." And he slit Chris's throat.
The splash of blood on the tile calmed Marla almost instantly. His mind eased to a serene insanity. Step one complete.
Chapter Thirteen
If you are reading this chapter, you have successfully completed step one of your freeing process. You have rid yourself of your 'Hard Place'. This must feel like a huge relief, but you are not finished. The next step is to rid yourself of your 'Rock.' You must kill them. Soon. Or the effects of your first exercise will wear off. Your 'Rock' is the only thing keeping you from continuing your career. You love and/or respect this person beyond a shadow of a doubt. You lean on this person when you are down, and you go to them when you are in your time of most need. This may sting when you first lay your eyes upon them as a victim. This second step may take hours, days, or even weeks. But you must act quickly. Remember, every person is different. But, you must free yourself. It is the only way to true clarity. Once you are free, you may continue with your life as planned.
Marla smiled. He rubbed his head and spit out the last bit of seminal fluid. He was covered in blood, but he wasn't finished. He had to make one stop. He crawled along the tiled floor, slipping slightly when he passed Chris's lifeless body. He reconnected the wire to the phone and pushed redial.
The phone rang.
It's time to design your M.O.
"Hello?"
"Jaclyn?"
"Marla?"
Marla paused. "Could you come over?"
Jaclyn was quiet for a long time. It almost sounded like she was thinking about it. "I'll be right there."
Marla hung up the phone. He sat in silence for a while. His thoughts were reconfiguring themselves. Then, something clicked, and he giggled. It was patient, snide, and dripping with venom. He was a monster now.
He was a serial killer.
The suspence must be killing you. Again, I would write another chapter if it's requested. Three is the magic number.
Has a nice day. :)
