A/N Ok here is the sequel to Outrun, hopefully you guys enjoy!
Onwards Tonto!
Chapter 1 In the dead of the night
He looked at her. Looked through her, looked at anything that wasn't her. His eyes started to blur. Blink. Focus. Rapid blinking, eyes now focused. He actually looked at her, taking in every inch of her that was wrong, hard tiring work right in front of him. He lent in close to her, his eyes right in front of her's, chocolate brown melted into scared sea green. Softly his hand worked back the blonde strands that covered her face. Shake, squeal, shake, squeal. It was like her body was stuck in a pattern. He pulled away from her and went back to his work table. Everything was in a neat pile in the order he would use them. Sighing, he took a photo from his pocket, he studied it, trying to make a list in his mind, some kind of order that he would work. His eyes glanced between his photo and the scared young girl tied and gagged to his table. Her slender arms shackled above her, her young curvy body free of restraintive clothing. Her whole body was open to him, open for him to play with and mould into what he wanted. He put his photo on the table, held in place with a clip so he could refer back to it. Everything had to be perfect, one little bit of failure would not be acceptable, he had to paint a very clear picture and if one bit was wrong the message wouldn't get across and then his whole plan would be useless. The picture he was about to paint had a very simple message but if failure sunk in, even just a little bit, then they wouldn't get it, and he wanted to help and lead them as much as he could. Everything had to be right, there was no other way. He looked to his girl wondering if he could even do this, deciding that his mission was more important, he knew he could. This was the only way to make them open their pathetic little eyes and realise that the danger hadn't stopped, it was still there lurking in the shadows waiting for its time to come out and play with the others in the sun. Only glancing at the clock as an excuse to get away from the photo, he decided it was now or never, now he had to start painting his message. The young girl shook when he started to play with her hair, taking several strands he put it to one side, they would need to be curled and dyed. He pinned them in place with an old rusted hair clip, the remains of her blonde strands would be dyed black. As he started to make his mark on her beautiful soft hair he started to hum, hum a song that she knew and positively loved, an old sixties song by her favourite band, Dr Hook. He knew almost everything about her, it would help him with his quest of the elusive painted portrait. Once her hair was set he left it and went back to the picture, eyes were next. Going to his table he picked out the little contacts and very carefully he poked them into her eyes. Now sea green was peircing startling silver. Grinning he pulled out his little pocket knife, now he had to inflict a little bit of pain, more pain would come but for right now his shaky victim didn't need to know that. Her gag shook with violent screams as he cut deeply down her right eye, it would scar in its own time. Slowly as he worked on his 'art' the young girl transformed into the vision he craved for. It took a lot longer than he realised, there were simply too much detail and sadly he couldn't take a shortcut, if he left out one little thing then the picture would be ruined, he refused to let that happen, not when he was just beginning. Finally in the early hours of the morning he was done and right before him was his own vision. He was so happy with his work he actually contemplated keeping her, he knew that wouldn't be wise so he picked up the hunting knife and let it trail down her body for a moment, just watching her jump and squirm.
"Soon you will pay for what you did" He whispered at her, she wasn't the young girl he picked up in a bar, she was her and she had to pay for what she did, and very soon she would. He got sick of looking at her, every time he looked at her he only got angrier, they had let her escape and while his life was ruined, she was free to do as she wanted, not anymore. Angrily he stabbed her exactly fifty four times and eventually she was just a dead corpse that litterly hung on his table. Stretching his back he pulled her free and went about dumping her, not too far from where she was killed but far enough that he wouldn't be suspected. He dumped her happily in a place that she would love, a burnt out ruined house, fire had swept through it taking all life but now it had gained a body. He could only hope that someone would find her and make the important connection. Humming his little song he went back to his own home to clean up and ready for the next victim. "You will pay Raven Venom, you will pay for what you did"
In the dead of the night a serial killer was born and one day he would have Raven Venom begging for her life, it was the only fuel he needed to keep going.