Underwater Black
Chapter One – Dead in Twenty Four Hours
Hi. My name's Naomi and I'm kind of new to SVU. Excuse any inaccuracy, I watch this show with my mom sometime's and it's really entertaining, but I don't know everything about it. I'll give it my best shot to be as accurate as I can. Please enjoy.
The man moved through the dark, tiny hotel room. He might have been a large man, but he was still quick on his toes. "Are you there, baby girl?"
Silence.
That was alright, though. He loved shy, quiet girls. That meant they wouldn't tell their parents.
"You're not scared, are you?"
Still nothing.
He ignored this small fact. For he had done everything right. He had arranged to meet this girl the exact night his wife and kids were out of town. He had taken only one hundred and fifty dollars out of his account. That meant the transaction wouldn't be reported. The rest of the money he told her he would pay after. Once the job was done, she would receive the other half.
And of course, he had picked the perfect girl. Cute, shy, sweet, smart. Quiet. Simply looking at her, you would have never believed she would do something like she was about to do now.
He pressed play on the stereo. Soft music soon filled the room, and he danced to it. He moved his arms slowly to the beat. "Would you like to dance, baby girl?"
Still not a sound.
Again, he ignored it. He liked a girl who knew how to cut to the chase. He slipped quickly out of his blue wife beater, still keeping in tone with the music playing. Slowly, hoping she could see through the thick darkness, he pulled down his sweat pants. He bent over backwards, exposing his near bare behind to her.
"You like?"
The silence was growing uncomfortable and he was beginning to get worried. He, this time quicker than before, pulled his sweatpants up. He made his way over to the stereo, cut off the soft music, and turn the light switch up. Then next thing he did, was scream.
The girl, the one he called 'baby girl' wasn't smiling, or stripping, or waiting for him passionately like he'd hoped. Her head was hanging over the edge of the dirty hotel bed, and blood was dripping from her mouth. Her eyes were open, but her pupils were dilated. Her wrists had rope burns on them, but she wasn't tied to anything. And both her feet were missing.
She was dead.
The man remembered panicking. He remembered screaming four of five hundred times. He remembered people rushing into the room and screaming themselves. He remembered a woman yelling "call 9-1-1". Then, he remembered feeling as if he was going to vomit. And that was all he remembered.
Well, I'm sorry it's so short. But, it was meant to be like one of those scenes in the beginning of the episode where they show how the person dies, so I couldn't get very descriptive. I hope you don't mind. I swear the next chapter and the chapters after that will be longer.
Review please!
Naomi