Indigo
Massacre
(Authors
Note: This is my first full horror fiction then just to write chapters of
people dying in other peoples Fictions, which I have done before so I got some
blood and gore experience! This is rated R because of the partial nudity, massive
cursing, blood and gore! So kiddies I am sorry, but wait a few more years to
read this only Horror Fiction that is in production! If I get like five reviews
or something I will continue it! So let's start this amazing fiction. If I
include the Elite Four, which I am in some chapters then it is the old one,
Prima, Agatha, Bruno, and Lance.
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Chapter
One – It all begins… –
Prima
turned the shower off in the small bathroom where she was in. It being a white
tile design on the floor. The walls and the ceiling painted a white. Haze
filled the bathroom because all the steam that the hot water produced, it felt
quite disgusting to be in once she left the shower.
She
picked up the white rope, which lay on the floor. She put it on as she felt the
cotton against her skin. The belt around the waist was tightened. She picked
off her glasses, which were on the side of the bathroom sink and put them in
front of her Misty blue eyes. She put up her red hair and wrapped a towel
around it, so the towel would absorb all the water, which her hair held.
The
bathroom door opened slowly as fresh cool smooth surrounded the Elite Four
member now, better than being in the bathroom, it was actually refreshing.
Rain
poured on the rooftop of the house she was in. She was required to be in it as
it is only a few minutes from Indigo Stadium, where the tournament, which she
will be participating, will begin.
"Today
is only Friday Night, on Monday one of the most amazing tournaments of all time
is going to be held at Indigo Stadium for the title of Pokemon Master! All the
elite trainers are there as long the Elite Four who will be participating! The
workers at the Stadium are even adding in some more seats and a better battle
terrain to make it harder for the Pokemon to battle on it, they want them to go
through more stress." A reporter said from inside her helicopter, the camera
being close to her face, but it was zoomed out. She had blonde hair, which was
in curly up to her shoulders. She had magnificent blue eyes, which matched her
creamy white skin, which was covered in makeup. On her upper torso she wore a
white blouse with a dark blue blazer over it, on the top pocket it having a
sign of PBN, which was Pokemon Broadcasting News. On her lower torso she just
wore fancy tan khakis." Prima heard from her television, as she flicked the
channel selector button to turn it on. The female reporter extended her arm
showing the Indigo Stadium.
It
was a big stadium, completely redone for this whole Stadium, actually rebuilt
after it was just too old and collapsed, but luckily that was just after a
blizzard so no one was inside it. It was a diamond shape, lights in lines
around it glowing as bright white, it being one of the only lights in the area
Prima was in. Except for the lights of the trainers who are still up at this
late hour. The top had a metal plate on top of it from all of the four diamond
sides, meaning they cannot look in the Stadium at the new terrain. Still it was
a beautiful stadium, at each corner of the diamond a flag stood up high waving
because of the slight breeze outside along with the rain. It having a Pokeball
on a yellow flag, it saying Indigo League over it in big red letters.
"Back
to you David." She announced as the camera zoomed back onto her. The cameras
automatically switched as it began to snow and make static noises, but Prima
did not care, as in a few seconds it was away. It was now focused on a man who
was wearing a usual white shirt with a red tie, no blazer over it. He had brown
hair, which was just too hard to describe with green eyes.
"Thanks
Susan. Well let's go to Mr. W with the weather for the amazing event taking on
Monday and for this weekend for all of the ones who want to go on vacation!
This seems like a very great tournament and if you want to get Biographies of
the contestants and just see who they are go to the official website at
Indigo-League.com!"
"That's
how they are, only wanting to advertise." Prima said as she leaned back on the
tan leather couch.
"Thanks
David. Now it is going to be raining on the east of Viridian City until
Tuesday! Meaning that the tournament is going to be harder as it is going to be
slippery with occasional lightning. But on Sunday night it will be hardest part
of the storm as there is suppose to be six inches of rain! I suggest you just
stay at home for this weekend." He said as the degrees came up for the week in
little boxes, they all being in the forties – fifties for all the raining days
and for Wednesday to Friday it is suppose to be in the low seventies.
Once
it got off the weather man the television began to snow a lot and began to pick
up a lot of static, the resolution of the picture was just goes in lines,
impossible to see. His voice seemed like it was muted, until the television
just went out.
"That's
odd." Prima said getting up looking behind her as the window was opened the
wind blowing the curtains, "I did not remember keeping this opened." She
mumbled to herself walking over to the window and shutting it.
A
creaking noise filled the house as this was only getting more odd for Prima
now, a little but on the freaky side too. She went over to the door to see it
hanging opened on the hinges. She closed it and locked it, a chill began to go
up her spine.
The
floorboards creaked, as she was not even moving, someone must be in the house,
"May just be a mouse, yuck!" Prima said thinking about it.
Suddenly,
the phone began to ring; this was only getting more and more freaky. Hesitating
Prima went over to the phone and picked it up, maybe it was just another
trainer wanting to talk, "Hello, who is this?"
"Who
is this?" A scratchy voice responded back.
"If
you do not know who you are calling for then you got the wrong number, bye."
She said putting the cordless phone in front of her and pressed the off button
of it, which means to disconnect the call.
The
door made a huge noise when it was shut from upstairs, Prima looked up at the
ceiling when this happened, she continued to hold the phone in her grasp, "What
is happening…I better go check." Prima said walking up the stairs quietly. The
stairs continued to creek each time she put weight upon them.
Thumping
noises were heard from the floor above, the attic. Little whispers began to
come from it too.
"What
the fuck…" Prima said as the noises only seemed to get louder and louder after
each step she took towards the attic.
When
she reached the steps towards the attic, she looked as the light bulb above
them waved silently as it flicked on and off. It was silent, dark and a bit
creepy as spider webs seemed to form on the corners of the steps, as no one
needed to go into the attic, only some junk and old Pokemon Equipment was in
there, stuff out of date.
Prima
began to walk up the steps, the light making it visible for her to see her for
only a few seconds. As once she reached the third step, the light just went out
from having no power within the light bulb, "God damn it." Prima cursed to
herself as she opened the door to the attic.
The
door creaked as she opened in, the room being very badly lit. The moonlight
shining into the room, through those windows covered by a thin layer of dirt
that being the only source of light. The dark oak floorboards popping out, well
only a few of them. Webs made by spider all over the corners in the ceiling. A
squeak from a mouse occasionally as it raced across the room. The walls seemed to
be painted black from how dark the room was, but actually it was a dark brown.
Furniture stood all over the place in the attic, some being piled on top of
each other from how little space was on the attic. The walls caving in from the
top to make them meet, as the roof went up into a triangle-like shape. The
white covers, which covered the furniture where covered in dust, which was the
point as the owners did not want their furniture to be covered in dust. Silence
filled the room, when she stood in it; it just felt like she was abandoned in a
ghost town.
"This
room is somewhere where no one would want to be in." Prima told herself, as she
had no flashlight, none within the house. Meaning she walked around the room
silently, or tried too, the tip of her toes meeting the ground they dodging the
popped up floorboards so it would be stuck.
"I
wonder where all of that thumping noises were coming from." Prima said, as she
squinted her eyes to make all of the objects in the room out.
The
thumping noise started again, as it stopped for a few minutes once she arrived
in the attic. Prima jumped back in response falling back onto some object a
loud noise of a crash being created because of this.
Some
spider webs that were just resting there covered her, waiting for the prey to
enter them. Her feet got tangled in some sort of rope that was attached to the
object. She began to be cursing out loud from a pain stabbed into her back from
the uncomfortable position that she was in.
A
shadow began to cover the sheets where Prima was trapped. The footsteps from
the sole of the persons soles got louder and louder, closer and closer it got
to her. The shadow from the person covered Prima's figure now. The figure was
now seen it was wearing all black. A hood covering its head, a very dark gray
mask covered its face, not able to tell who it was. The figure wore a huge coat
that covered its' whole body. A string tied the coat together from top to
bottom (Authors Note: Where the zipper or buttons would be on some coat! Just
to make a better image on your head!) Heavy black leather boots on its' feet,
they going above the ankles. Black
laced tied them together. In its gloved hands was a knife being held, the blade
shining silver the moonlight reflecting off of it.
"Who
are you, leave me alone!" Prima said trying to be bold. But it came out in a
cowardly tone. She yanked her feet
trying to get it untangled from the ropes it was trapped in again. Her blue
eyes just concentrating on that knife in the persons hand, as it seemed to be getting
brighter as the figure approached closer to her.
The
figure was now only a few inches away from her; Prima's head focusing up at the
person's head, covered by that gray mask. That knife was swung at her from a
sideways direction. From the speed it was swung at made a 'squish' sound from
it going through the air.
Prima
ducked and threw herself forward freeing herself from the tangled ropes, which
she use to be trapped in. She knew her life was now in danger because of
this…person! The palms of her hands rested on the dusty dark oak floor of the
attic, same with her knees.
She
forced herself up, as she began to run as fast towards the exit of the attic,
the door the figure walking calmly in the same direction. As she ran, she
tripped over a few objects, making lots of crashing noise, the fallen objects
blocking the path for that figure, with the knife.
Violently
the doorknob was shaken for it to open the door, to lead the way out of the
attic and towards freedom. She turned it violently, jerking it to the
direction, which it was suppose to turn. Problem is, the door seemed to be
locked, the figure walking closer towards her still remaining calm, while Prima
panted, continued to freak out. The figure jabbed the knife towards Prima,
Prima jumping too the left to dodge this, escape from her death. The blade of
the knife being stuck in the wood of the door, while Prima used this time to
run to the only other way she can possible escape, the window. With a simple
pull, the silver blade was free now.
Another
plan to escape was the window, open it and just hope she will have a safe
landing. She arrived at the end of the place, the figure still walking towards
her, now being cornered by it. It was opened a little, but not really as the
window was closed upon a rope being right under it, she had no reason now and
the rope had no use to her, as it was shut underneath the window.
The
figure walking towards her still Prima still attempted to open the window. She
had to distract him; she realized she had the phone in her hand! She tried to
turn it on, but for some reason there was no dial tone, no signal, no way to
call for help, but if she did would they even be able to call in time? The only
reason it could not be working is that the phone cord was ripped out!
Prima
grabbed the phone and threw it at the glass of the window, it shattering
instantly as glass is a fragile object. Now she had to escape through the
little opening, where the glass of the window once stood. She put one of her
long legs through the opening, feeling the wet bricks of the roof, she could
not get her feet to settle, as they were just sliding off of the roof.
The
figure released a violent jab with his powerful, strong, long blade of the
knife, it colliding with Prima's back. A shrieking cry from pain was released
from the woman, as the sound of the scream seemed to echo off the walls of the
attic. An opening was formed; the red blood rushed out from the woman, being
free from her the skin not blocking the way out.
The
figure grabbed her neck as its hand gripped around it; it's fingernails jabbing
into her skin. Prima let out cries of pain, as she collapsed in the figures
grip from the major loss of blood. The rope there was now put to a use, as the
other end was tied to a part sticking out of the house, where usually a flag
would be placed. The rope was tied around her neck, as the figure threw Prima
forward, making a bigger opening in the window the rope guiding her down the
wet bricks of the rooftop where the rope would strangle her to her death once
it extended out, her body swinging side to side slowly, blood tricking onto the
footstep of the building with her broken neck, hanging there her lifeless body.
(Authors
Note: So did you like it? I did not include as much gore and blood, as I intended
too, but that is okay! I still thought this chapter was pretty good. Next time
someone is killed, I promise to make the killing scene longer and more
descriptive, with more blood and gore! PLEASE REVIEW OF HOW YOU THINK!)
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