Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one

Though this is far from my first MK story

It is the first one in this section

Sighs, as much as I love this series

I wish they had left it merged with DC

I never know where to put stuff

Also of the opinion they should have added crossover to the genre list

It would have been easier and made more sense then making crossover sections

Coughs, but enough ranting. Let's get to the ficcage

The Evil That Men Do

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the dark room. "You stupid bitch," a man's voice snarled. "You've ruined everything. Everything!" The shadowed figure prowled through the shelves of macabre trophies. One hand coming up to caress a jar that held a pair of eyeballs lovingly.

A pair of frightened eyes followed his progress. Not wanting to see the gruesome sight, but at the same time unable to look away. "P-please," the other room's occupant stuttered, tears running down her ruined face. Her voice made hoarse by screaming. "Please just let me go."

The young woman had been beautiful once. She had possessed the type of body that made men's heads turn. And she had liked it. Enjoyed the attention it had gotten her. Now though, she wished she had been ugly. Maybe then this monster wouldn't have seen her.

For all the good it did, she may as well have not spoken at all. Her captor didn't seem to hear her. Too busy with his own thoughts. "What was someone like you doing in that neighborhood anyway?" The man sneered, running his eyes over her body. "Just look at you. Dressed like some common whore."

A few more tears ran down the young woman's face. She had always hated the guards that had dodged her every waking step. A consequence of having a powerful family. Their presence was, in point of fact, a constant source of strife between her and her Father.

A ball of shame welled up, sticking in her throat. Over the years, it had become almost a game to see how quickly she could lose the men charged with her protection. How long she could manage to stay lost. A game that had cost more than one of them their jobs.

Well no more. Just get me out of her Kami-sama, the young woman prayed. And I swear, I'll be good. I'll never disobey my parents again. She would stick to her bodyguards like glue. Even Raoul. She didn't care if he was the only one who thought his knock knock jokes were funny.

"You don't have to do this," she tried again. An exploratory tug on the ropes binding her to the chair did no good whatsoever. It could have been chain for all the progress she made. "I won't tell anyone. I swear. Just let me go."

Now that was a blatant lie, but one the young woman didn't feel bad about. After all, she was hardly stupid enough to say she would go right to the police. Of course, first she had to get out of here.

Unfortunately, the plea brought the man's attention back to the real world. That dark gaze focusing on her. "That is right," he agreed hand closing on something beneath his coat. "You won't tell anyone." The blade flashed up and out, sheering through her jugular vein with little resistance. His victim not even having the time to scream.

Abruptly the man calmed. Watching the flow of blood across the floor with fascination that would have been called morbid with another person. With him though, it was just sick. The knife came up again, cutting off one of the woman's thin braids to add to his collection. The cheerful tinkling of the gold charm at the end wholly inappropriate to the situation.

It didn't matter, the killer decided at last. This one mistake didn't change anything. He had taken his first woman when he was barely sixteen, and four a year since then. Not one of them had ever been reported. No bodies had ever been found.

He would have to be careful for a while. That was all. Sooner or later the fuss would die down, and then. . . Well, then it would be back to business as usual.

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Brr, darker than I usually write

Would be worried about my mental health

If I didn't know that the scene was borrowed

from countless murder mysteries.

Feel I should give credit to Kay Hooper for the jar of eyeballs

Though she tends toward paranormal romance more than horror

Tell me what you think and then head over to S&S

This one, and my next fic, are both short stories

Threeish chapters. After that will probably put the poll back up