Can't Kill Someone who's Already Dead
Queen of Horrors here! And I have brought birth to a new story! I think it will come out good! I bet it will be so heart wrenching and blood chilling that you will all bow down and ask me to write forever and ever! So sit back and try to relax as I spin my tale of horror to you….
Summary: I have been beaten and broken down. They tried to kill me up till now. But as I ran, away from there, they tried to stop me, saying they can save me here. Then he looked at me, and smiled. I told him he was in over his head. Trying to protect me from all of them, but here's the thing that he and they will dread: you can't kill someone who's already dead….
Chapter 1: Free
Screams reverberated off of the walls in the dark must hallway. The nurses and doctors cowered in fear.
"LAAT ME!" A loud booming voice cried. Everyone jerked back and hung to the walls. The banging became louder and fiercer. The patients in the asylum watched in awe. Never had they seen such a creature as strong as this. The doctors looked at each other.
"Get security. She cannot be let loose." One doctor said.
"Yes Sir Doctor Philip." A nurse shakily said. Doctor Philip nodded and pulled out a syringe. The tip of it shined in the small light. The screams became persistent. He calmly walked to the dreaded room.
Doctor Philip was a tall man. He was serious and hardly ever joked around. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had fair skin and walked with confidence. He stopped at the right door.
Room 487, he glanced at the notepad nailed into the wall. Glancing at it he sighed.
"Where did we go wrong?" He muttered. A sudden bang at the door startled him. He shook it off and read the patient's information.
Samantha Jules Manson
Age: 14
EC: An unnatural Violet
HC: Jet Black
Language: Unknown and unheard of (Side Note: Subject appears to know little English but can understand it very well.)
Test Results:
Mental: Positive (+)
Physical: Healthy and Positive (+)
Blood: Positive (+)
Synopsis: Subject appears to be normal. Subject does not show any abnormal traits or disfigurement. Subject talks to self and sees hallucinations.
Doctor Philip turned away from her Bio. She was the toughest of them all. She was just a normal person, or so they thought. After spending a few days with her, they noticed all sorts of things wrong with her. At lunch she talked to people that weren't there. She would always talk about a mysterious "Black Shadow" that was out to get her.
"Hij is hier! Dokter Philip laat me! Hij gaat me!" She screamed through the door. She continued to bang hard, causing the door to shaking and weaken. Doctor Philip frowned.
"Samantha, just calm down. No one is there. Just wait till the guards come." He said through the door. He glanced around. The doctors and nurses were glancing warily at the door. The guards, who were dressed in police uniforms, glanced at the door. Upon seeing it shake they took a step back.
"What's the matter doctor?" One of them asked his dark eyes narrowed at the door a little cautiously.
"Samantha is losing it. No matter what we cannot let her through. For all we know she could go ballistic and kill us all." He said. They nodded. But just as they turned to the door, there was a finale bang. Then it went quiet. They took a step back and continued at the door began to fall. Then suddenly it fell on the floor with a loud bang, its echo went down the halls and made everyone's blood freeze. Then, a dark silhouette stood in the doorway. "Samantha?" Doctor Philip questioned. The figure didn't move. It stayed there, staring. Minutes passed and no one dared to utter a noise.
Then the figure took a step forward. The guards and the doctor took a step back. Then an evil, heart chilling cackle boomed throughout the whole asylum. It continued to grow until the figure was standing fully outside the door. There, with a wide abnormally twisted smile, stood the one and only Samantha Manson. She was clad the asylum's white uniform, but it was stained with blood and tears. Her violet eyes were shining brightly and had tears leaking out of them. She had blood and bruises and a straightjacket on. Her normally jet black hair was messy and unruly. Half of it covered her right eye and the other half was just wide enough to see her left eye. She had a crazy look to her and it was clear that she wasn't happy, even though her smile made her seem like it. Then she started to giggle. The doctors and guards gazed with horror etched to their faces. Then she stopped and turned to Doctor Philip and spoke.
Her voice was raspy and cold, "Dwaze mensen. U weet niet wat u hebt gedaan." She said. They gazed at her.
"What is she saying?" They asked. Doctor Philip looked at them all.
"I don't know. I'm not accustomed to her language. But we need to alert the Amity Park Authorities. If she gets loose, they need to be able to catch her." He said. Sadly Samantha had heard them.
Samantha Manson stared at them all with hatred. They kept her locked up for years on end. Most of them were mean and cruel. Most of them tortured her and forced her to speak. They would punish her for not speaking English, but how could she speak a language she was not accustomed to? The only way to communicate to them would be if she kissed them. That way their knowledge could be passed to her, but she wouldn't dare touch their slimly lips. She growled as she understood their plan. They deemed her as crazy, but she wasn't. She knew she wasn't. But because she was different by her eye color, saw people that weren't there, and spoke unheard of language, they deemed her unfit to be amongst humans. So they brought her here. They did tests on her and study her. Luckily they never caught her using her powers. At least until now. Tossing her head back, she laughed. As they held a phone in their hands she looked at it and with a nod of her head the phone shattered into a million of pieces.
"Je inspanningen nutteloos zijn, je zielig mens." She said coldly. She then yelled and with inhuman strength she busted her arms and hands free from the binding jacket. She flew up in the air with the speed of a tornado and crashed back down with a loud crash. The whole floor shook and the doctors tried in vain to stay upright. The dust in the hallway cleared and she stood, she no longer wore those crummy uniforms. Instead she wore a spaghetti sleeved top and a short skirt that went past her thighs and long black boots. She had black fingerless gloves that went up to her elbow, and a black choker with a small crystal like ornament in the center. Her hair was fixed and showed her violet eyes. She had a miniature pony tail on the top of her head. She smiled wickedly at them all.
"Samantha calm down. Don't make me put this in you." Doctor Philip said. He held up the syringe. Samantha laughed and growled.
"U niet meer gecontroleerd." She hissed, and with a wave of her hand a vine popped out of nowhere and grasped the doctor's hand. Thorns popped out of the vine and stabbed him. He yelled in pain as the vine started to wrap itself around the whole doctor's body. Blood started oozing though the vine's cracks and made a puddle on the floor. Samantha smiled in triumph. She had finally gotten rid of the one doctor that caused her the most pain. The vine recoiled and unwrapped itself from the body of the doctor. The thorns dispersed back into the vine and it slowly slithered back to Samantha and disappeared. The body of the once Doctor Philip, was now a mutilated bloody mess. He had holes all over his body and rips throughout his clothes. He had acid burns that were slowly burning his skin and he was slightly twitching.
The doctors stared in fear. Samantha turned to them and flashed an evil smile.
"What are y-you going to do with u-us?" A nurse asked. Samantha laughed evilly.
"IK zal vernietigen." She said. Even though they couldn't understand her, they shrunk back in fear. Samantha descended into the air in flash and began to spin like a tornado. She was a flash of black and purple as she began to go faster. Her vortex that she now created started tearing apart the asylum, and then it started sucking up the doctors. The remainder of the doctors watched as their fellow comrades were horribly shredded into bits and pieces. One by one, they were taken and ripped apart. Then as soon as she begun, she stopped. Her eyes were closed and her arms outstretched. She landed on the left pieces of the ground, ruble, and small bits of human flesh and blood, and sighed. She opened her eyes and smiled. The patients that were sane and normal thanked her as she flew off. Amity Asylum was no longer in existence and she flew off to the city. She shouted in joy and flew without care. She was free! Finally free! As she carelessly flew with happiness she said,
"IK ben eindelijk vrij! Eindelijk!" but even though she felt joy, she still felt dead. She had missed so much of her life that she didn't know what to do. Her joy quickly dispersed and she was back to her emotionless self. She was dead to the world and she knew that. She had never felt anything like triumph and if she did show it, it was a fake and long dead feeling. Today was the only day she had actually felt anything, but it would be a long time before she felt anything else. She frowned and flew slowly. And then, without warning she skyrocketed in a flurry of black and violet into the town known as: Amity Park
There you go, I know this is long chapter but I thought you would like long ones, if not I can make them shorter. I know it wasn't that good, but this is only the beginning. It'll get much better as we go long. Oh yeah! Be sure to vie my info if you want to know how I am! I finally had the guts to make an account on this site.
Oh her language that she speaks is Dutch. You guys can translate if you want, but I thought it would be cool if she didn't speak regular English. It just seemed to fit in. And yeah I know lip to lip contact to get knowledge from others is what Starfire from Teen Titans does. Well you know what; I thought it would be cool so I added it. Nothing wrong with that…nothing is wrong with that at all. Well so long my lovelies!
Victoria Van Pelt
A.k.a Queen of Horrors