Author's Note: Once again, I was talking with my boyfriend when this came into my mind. I rewrote this chapter simply because I needed a gory part.
"I am going home for the night, Mr. Mayor." A tall young woman called out as she gathered some papers and her purse from behind a large white desk overloaded with papers in various trays and folders.
From outside the elegant red-head's office, an older man sitting behind a similar sized wooden desk looked up from his stack of papers, put down a pencil, and replied, "OK, Ms. Bellum, but before you go, could you file these for me."
As Ms. Bellum made her way across the red carpet, the Mayor formed the papers into a neat pile.
"Thank you, Ms. Bellum." The Mayor replied, leaning back into his office chair.
Ms. Bellum looked at the papers, sighed, and put them in a folder with the letters 'WS' on it. Then she made her way out the door.
It was approximately eight thirty and the night was quiet. A steady wind blew along, carrying leaves and small bits of paper, while it gently pushed an empty soda can down the sidewalk. Not a single vehicle was out, despite it being a Friday night. The only sound where Ms. Bellum's steady footsteps as she made her way home. It was such a nice night, why spoil it.
Slowly the young woman made her way home. Long, firm legs quivered as a cold wind blew around them, forcing her skirt to dance around them. She wrapped her arms around herself to try to stay warm. Her long red hair whipped wildly in her face as the wind came from behind her. She didn't even notice the footsteps that followed her all the way home.
-------9:00pm-------
The full moon was looked like an eye glaring at her as she reached her house on the hilltop. Dark and foggy clouds moved sluggishly along the dark side, covering her light. Leaves picked up and raced past her as if they knew what would happen and needed to get away. A light rain started down from the sky, as if it where trying to discourage anyone from moving on, but yet knowing it couldn't mess with the fate that was about to fall to the red headed young woman below. The side walk was becoming slowly drenched as spots landed and spread like blood.
Ms Bellum reached the wooden door and stopped only for a moment to find her keys. She could feel the wind, almost like someone's breath, on the back of her head and down her neck.
Finally, she took out a pair of golden colored keys from her pocket to unlock her front door. Slowly, she opened the door and it creaked. Once they woman was inside, she put an arm towards one of the walls and flicked on the lights. The warm kitchen was very welcoming. Sara Bellum carefully took off her coat and hung it on one of the hooks on the other side of the door.
Outside, tree branches danced with the wind and scratched at the windows.
'It was such a nice night a while ago.' The woman thought to herself as she walked across the cherry wood floor towards the counter. She put some coffee mix in the maker, and waited.
As soon as she pulled a chair from the table to sit down, a loud smashing noise from the other side of the house.
"The wind wasn't that strong," Ms Bellum said to herself as she got up once more.
Sara Bellum was for one of the first times in her life, nervous. She could feel a chill run down her spine as she walked towards the source of the crash, and immediately knew it was from the glass doors that lead to the pool.
"Hello?" Ms Bellum called. "Is anyone there?"
Footsteps where heard coming her way. The woman picked up a small wooden chair in the corner and held it between her and the source or sources of the footsteps.
"Hello?" She called again.
The well respected secretary didn't even have the word out of her mouth before the lights flickered, and then went totally out.
'Come on, Sara, get a hold of yourself,' One part of her mind ordered. 'You lived by yourself for six years and you were fine and still are.'
'Yeah, you were fine, but now you're not. Now, something is in the house, and you're all alone.' Another part of her mind replied back. 'You're going to get hurt, Sara. You and only you know it because you're alone. Should have stayed at the office.'
The footsteps were getting closer.
'Yeah, but it's just some crook who wants some stuff for cash, and will get caught in an hour or two by the Powerpuff Girls, and you'll be fine.' The first half of her mind replied.
'No it's not!' The other side snapped back. 'It's worse. This one will kill you. This one is different.'
Ms Sara Bellum took a deep breath and prepared for the worse when she knew the source of the footsteps would be close.
"Who or whatever you are," She called out. "Get out."
Silence was her only answer.
"Oh, God," She whispered. "Please..."
Her chair collided with something.
"God can't help you, now," A voice whispered.
The next thing Ms Bellum knew was that she was up against a wall. She tried to kick out, but nothing was there. A pair of strong hands held her by her throat, while what seemed to be another, punched her.
"I always thought you were tougher than that." The voice whispered again and let go of her victim's neck.
Ms Bellum landed with a thud. She used this opportunity to lunge in the direction of her attacker. It was a successful land. She punched and kicked at whatever she was on. Cold hands reached up for her throat, again with success. They rapidly pulled Ms Bellum off of them, and smashed her head against one of the windows. Ms Bellum managed to hold her head up. It was warm and wet. She knew she was bleeding.
Rain poured in from the broken glass and thunder cracked in the distance as a bright shot of lightening filled the sky. The only thing Sara could get a glimpse of was her attacker's hair. Black.
Sara Bellum felt a sharp pain in her side when she was up, and fell right back down to the ground. A kick from her opponent put her in the fetal position.
"This is easier than I thought." Her attacker laughed as they picked up the wooden chair Ms Bellum had before. With all their might, the attacker smashed it against their target's curled up body. It made a crashing and dull noise as it hit the shaking body. Splinters of wood went flying everywhere. Sara Bellum let out a scream as she felt some chunks of wood rip through her clothing and dig down deep into her side.
She tried to get up once more, but the attacker's arms forced her harshly against the wall. Her assailant then let loose a series of punches. Deep inside Ms Sara Bellum's chest, a serious of tiny snaps could faintly be heard as the hard blows cracked and splintered her fragile ribs.
'There has to be more then one person here...' Ms Bellum thought. 'Oh, God.' She kicked forward as hard as she could and she felt her feet make contact with the bone and muscle that was her attacker.
The assailant flew over onto their back, but the secretary was still held in the air with her hands clasp tightly around the greasy object she assumed to be an arm.
"You rotton, bitch." Her attacker replied. "You just can't die easily, can you? I tried being quick about this, but you just keep fighting back! Not to worry though, we'll finish your skinny little ass!"
Ms Bellum felt herself being lifted off from the wall and into the air. Then as soon as she was up, she could feel the slimy limbs throw her back down towards the kitchen. Within seconds her already bruised body collided with the back wall. She slid down and landed next to the oven. Her attacker was next to her in a few second. The assailant let loose a hard kick into the side of her skull and it quickly bounced off of the near oven.
"Finally getting tired, aren't you?" The voice mocked. "Why don't you ta-"
Ms Bellum swung one of her long slender legs out and managed to knock down her guest. Quickly, using the side of the oven as a brace, she managed to walk over to one of her table chairs, picked it up, and slammed it down on the person laying down on her floor.
"You think you can beat me that easily?" The person asked.
With that said, they jumped up onto their feet, and swung in the direction of Ms Bellum. In defence, the secretary kicked out, but when that kick missed, she used her arms to punch out also, but to no avail. Ms Bellum was knocked back down. Before she knew it, the person who had invaded her house had their legs straddled around her waist.
"I'm really getting tired of you." They said boardly. "So, I'm just going to finish you."
In the lightning and thunder cracking off outside, Ms Bellum caught a glimpse of the shining object the person held in their hand.
She let out a scream as the knife sunk deep into her chest, stomach, and neck repeatedly. It was soon drown out by the coffee maker beeping, letting everyone know it was ready.
AN: So yeah, I fixed up chapter 1. Tell me what you think.
-Rebel