This is by no means the first gorey fic that I have written, but it is the first I've posted. I'm thinking about writing a fic about this same character, so tell me what you think in a review!
Rylee Summers stood at the edge of a lake, letting the wind tussle her charcoal-colored locks. Her eyes wandered Lake Desoto, taking in the sparkling water that lay before her, tinted orange from the setting sun.
Rylee's stormy blue eyes glanced over to the hospital, where her beloved lay dying in the ICU.
She let her eyes flutter shut, thinking about the things she had done in the past. She sighed. It had been her fault, she hadn't covered her tracks well enough when she came from America to Japan.
Rylee was the daughter of two very wealthy parents, a fashion model mother, her father was CEO of a large music label company. Her parents had always wanted a kind, considerate, quiet daughter.
Rylee was anything but.
She had become a rebel at 14 and joined a legendary gang, named 'The Rippers'. Things spiraled downhill after that, until she'd left the gang and snuck off to Japan. And due to her parents insisting, she had enrolled in Ouran.
It had been only a matter of time until she'd stumbled onto the Host Club and met the eccentric boys (and girl).
At first, she had hated the club's members, but tolerated them in order to not have to go home early to her parent's home and listen to her mother's endless bitching about her rebellious attitude.
Rylee had heard Kyoya being mugged, she had used her street-fighting skills to run the robbers off. The two eventually came to tolerate and eventually enjoy each other's company.
She had gotten too close to Kyoya and now he had paid the price.
Hot tears ran down her cheeks, thinking of the agony he must be in due to her own stupidity. A sob bubbled from her chest, Kyoya could die any moment and it would be her fault.
In her sorrow, she didn't notice when a dark figure approached her, pressing a cloth to her nose, she passed out.
Rylee awoke several hours later, tied to a metal support in a run-down werehouse.
A dark chuckle came from the shadows, as a dark-haired man walked into the light. It was Rijan Inuxi, leader of the Rippers and her ex-boyfriend.
"Nice of you to join us, Razor." He drawled, circling around her with a predatory smirk.
A glint of silver caught her eye, she swallowed hard when she spotted the knife in Rijan's hand.
He picked up on her fear, drawing the blade across her throat, watching the panic rise in her eyes when he drew blood. Rijan brought the blade to his lips, licking the crimson liquid from the tool. He gave a sadistic moan, as if he were biting into a piece of fine chocolate.
"Mmmm, delicious." He chuckled.
Rylee tried to look defiant as she watched the sickening display that Rijan pulled with the knife, trying to ignore the pain in her neck and the feeling of her blood oozing from the cut. In a lapse of judgement, she spat on him.
Rijan's eyes blazed, he brought his hand back before plunging the knife into her stomach.
Rylee screamed when the blade pierced her pale skin, tears pricked her eyes.
Blood began pouring from the wound like water rushing out of a busted pool. She bit her lip, trying not to sob at the agony in her abdomen.
Rijan laughed cruelly, twisting the knife, making her scream again.
Rylee threw her head from side-to side, accidentally slamming against the beam she was tied to. Spots danced before her eyes.
The black-haired neko dragged the knife up her abdomen until his knife hit her lowest rib. She wailed again, crimson now covering Rijan's hands and upper arms.
Rijan frowned when the teenager passed out. He shrugged, making the next cut.
Several hours later, Rijan walked out of the room, leaving a gutted Rylee on the floor. He casually shut the door, strolling into the dark hallway.
"Now, onto the next order of business..."
