Vio: Welcome to my re-write of my KHR story. 0wo

This will be a darker version of my old story, so yeah, here's your warning.

This also will be a reverse harem too!

WARNING! Vulgar language and gore!

Question: Purity or Insanity? What's your choice?

I do not own KHR!

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward

into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the

slow dance of the infinite stars.

Neil Gaiman (Stardust)


Prologue: The Call


"Fuckin' bish!" The drunk slurred and a fist smashed into her gut, leaving the girl breathless.

The girl coughed and hacked up small droplets of crimson as dark spots appeared in her vision. She looked up towards the man who was supposedly her step-father. He was a menace, a creep, a jerkface, and any other crude slurs that she could think of as darkness dragged her down.

Would he kill her this time?

She was floating in a sea of darkness, her last memory of being knocked out. Her mouth felt like cotton, her body like lead.

"I don't..."

A memory of a man with hair as red as hers with bright apple green eyes flashed before her.

"I don't want to..."

Her heart sped up and she closed her eyes, feeling a burning sensation deep within her chest. She gagged, choked and coughed, wanting to rid herself of this feeling.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE!" She screamed, and her eyes snapped open to reveal burning orange orbs.

Little did she know, this was only the beginning.


"What the hell?!"

"I need back-up!" The guard shivered at the roar of fury, "P-please! Number thirty has lost his damn mind!"

The guard was too busy pissing himself to notice the clicking of heels before his walkie talkie was snatched up.

The man swallowed as he eyed the voluptuous woman, "Ms. Jones."

The woman stared him down with those piercing green eyes, ignoring the screams of rage and banging of metal against skin that echoed throughout the prison. Ruby lips pull upwards in a smile as she crushes the walkie talkie in her delicate hand, pieces of metal slipping between her fingers and hitting the floor.

The man flinched at the sharp 'twang' sound, gulping as he eyed the devilish woman before him.

"There's no need to call Mr. Johnson, now is there?" He could hear the threat beneath her sugary-sweet voice.

He nodded, "N-no Ms. Jones, he's all yours."

The woman sent him a smile and she patted his head, "Good boy, now go on ahead and change your underwear."

Once the guard was gone, she walked passed the cages where many inmates were curled up and shivering, their eyes wide with fear.

"Oh my Axel," Jones purred as she eyed the bloodied bars that held this beast inside, "what's wrong my dear?"

Furious gold met amused green as the two stared each other down, "What the fuck do you want, you fuckin' sadistic slut?"

Jones shivered at the huskiness of the man's voice, "Oh, how you wound me!" She cried out dramatically as she dodged the hand that wanted to snap her neck.

"Say your prays, bitch." Axel smirked darkly and the woman stopped to stare him down in confusion, "I'll be leaving this place sometime soon and-"

Jones' smirk made him pause, "You're mine Axel, no other is worthy of your presence."

"Only my sky is worthy of me."

"I'll kill them."

Axel could feel his neck crack as his head snapped towards the giggling woman, furious that she would even speak of such a thing.

"I'll kill your sky." She continued to giggle as he snarled, slamming into the creaking bars.

"You're the first, whore!" He snarled, teeth bared, "I'll kill you first!"

Jones just continued to laugh while the man threw slurs and cursed her very being.


"Is there anything else you desire, my master?"

The servant stared into the stormy blue eyes of his master, not flinching as a sneer appeared on the teen's face.

"No. Leave."

The servant bowed before turning to leave.

*SHING*

The man stands still and opens his mouth to speak, but instead he coughs up blood. He looks down to see that he had been run through by a sabre.

The master's favorite weapon.

"You should know better than to turn your back on me, Lucas." His master spoke in an icy tone, "Now leave."

His master pulls the sabre out and the man struggles his way out the door, not saying a single word as he shuts the door behind him.

Rule #1: Never show weakness in front of the master or your punishment will be death.


"Ah, yellow is such a calming color."

"Ugh..."

"You're finally awake." The sound of paint sloshing inside the can echoes quietly in the small room.

"W-where am I? W-who're you?" Panicked blue orbs searching the room in horror until they land on the man who was currently painting on the wooden wall.

Honey brown eyes just glance at her for a moment before the man puts his brush down and flings his hands of any leftover wet paint. She notices his orange-dyed hair that was decorated with splotches of yellow and red. Colorful feathers were woven neatly and tightly into his equally colorful hair, and black eyeliner made his already dark eyes seem even darker.

"What's your name?" He asked with a smile that sent shivers down her spine.

She hoped that he was also a victim too, maybe they could escape together.

"Lena S-Smith." She whispered and his smile got even wider if that was possible.

"Such a pretty name, mine's Valence, but you can call me Val."

Lena felt her head throb at the familiarity of the name, "Your name sounds very familiar."

Val blinks twice before grinning wildly, "It should, my full name is Valence Winslow, or the Painter."

Her heart stopped.

He was the Painter. The man who had killed over twenty people in the last seven years.

Val laughed at her look of horror, "That's the face I was waiting for!"

"Y-you-you're the Painter!" She shrieked as she tried to move away, but her bindings gave her no room to move.

The colorful man nodded, "Yep," he stands up and stares at his unfinished painting, "do you know what that is?"

Lena took a quick glance at the painting, "A-a sunset?"

"Very good!" He clapped his hands together happily, "You see, I've run out of red to mix with my yellow so that I can make orange, because every sunset needs orange."

Val's face turns to pleading, "Can I have your blood so that I can finish, please? I'll make sure your death is quick, I promise!"

Rage. Fear. Disgust. Horror.

So many emotions running through her as she stared at the pleading man who had his hands clasped together, giving her the kicked-dog look.

"You sick bastard." Was the only words she could manage to say, and Val pouted before bending down to grab the ties that bound her arms together.

"Let me go!" He ignores her and drags her over to where she was dangling above an empty paint can.

"I tried to give you a quick death, but you're being too difficult for me."

He then pulls out a large dagger, "W-what are you doing?!"

Val ignores her and, with quick movement, shoves the dagger back into its place. Lena tries to speak, but all she can do is choke on her on blood.

A large gash ran across her neck, "Your blood is so red, it's perfect!"

Everything slowly and painfully fades to black soon after.


"Damn Jean, why do you get all the good ones?"

The football player sent his friend a smile that oozed innocence, "I don't know what you mean, Jack."

Jack snorted as he eyed the girl who was snuggled on his best friend's arm. Molly Hawkins was one of the most beautiful girls in the school, and everyone wanted a piece of her. She had long, chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights and soft emerald green eyes that sparkled with confidence. Her beautiful sun-kissed skin was hidden beneath a long, white sweater and dark skinny jeans hid her long legs from view.

Was she a beauty? Yes!

Was he jealous? Hell yes!

He checked his watch and winced at the time, "Oi, I gotta go or my mom's gonna be on my ass."

Jean laughed, "Ok, see ya later man."

Jack nodded and walked off to his car, leaving the two alone.

As soon as they were alone, Jean shoved the beauty off, "Don't touch me whore."

Molly's sweet smile and bright eyes were replaced with cold jade orbs and a sneer. Jean scowled right back as he grabbed his bag and walked towards his car, his scowl growing at the sounds of heels clacking against the concrete.

"You're not going anywhere."

He turned and opened his arms as if to tell her to come at him, "Try me hoe."

The brunette sped up and grabbed his shirt, trying to kiss him.

Big mistake.

Jean's eyes darkened, "Don't touch me!" He snarled as he picked her up and threw her to the ground, her head making a sickening sound as it collided with the concrete.

"Dammit Jean!" The girl screeched as she grabbed at her pounding head before pulling away to see spots of crimson splattered across the dark concrete.

"I warned you bitch, now leave me alone."

He turned around walked towards his truck, pulling out his keys to unlock it. Molly stood up and sneered at his retreating form with hatred.

"Gabby was fucking right!" Jean froze, "You're nothing but a freak!"

She stomped off, leaving Jean to deal with the sorrow and hatred churning in his gut.


"Malik Arian?"

"Here!" The teen answered as he went back to making little origami animals.

Mr. Brown continued calling for roll until everyone was accounted for, "Alright class, we have a new student joining us today."

A girl dressed in punk/goth clothing walked in with an annoyed look on her face, "I want everyone to meet Ms. Vikki Sanders. Please give her a warm welcome." The teacher sent a small glare Malik's way, "That means you too, Mr. Arian."

"Ugh, fine." The teen pouted as he brushed his brown/black hair out of his eyes.

Vikki blushed at the teen's appearance, 'He's so handsome.'

He was wearing a grey shirt that had the words, 'You can't spell PSYCHOTIC without HOT!' splattered in red. He was also wearing ripped jeans and black combat boots that squeaked when he thumped his foot, which was quite often.

He was a punk.

Perfect.

Later on, they were put into groups for a project that would be due by next Friday. Vikki almost wanted to squeal as she was put into a group of three with Malik and some bookworm named Lucy. Malik was currently writing down a few things that Lucy was telling him while she just sat there, staring at the handsome teen.

"Ok so..." Malik trailed off as he looked over Lucy's shoulder to glance at her book before turning back and scribbling in his notebook.

"Hey Lu?"

"Yeah Mal?" Vikki sneered inwardly at the nickname that she had given the punk.

"Will you hand me the book on the origins of wolves?"

Vikki shoved past the ravenette and grabbed the book before handing it to her crush, grabbing his hand as she did so.

Malik had paused as he watched the girl intertwin their fingers while Lucy gasped. Vikki smirked, but it quickly fell as she noticed the look of horror on, not just Lucy's face, but the other students who noticed her actions.

Mr. Brown had stood up and was quickly walking over with wide eyes, full of terror.

Suddenly, she could feel agony in her stomach and she turned around to see Malik staring blankly at her with his fist buried in her gut.

"Don't touch me, you whore!" He snarled, and her eyes widened at the deepness of it.

Before Mr. Brown could reach them, Malik pulled his fist back before shoving her away. She was led by the nurse, who Mr. Brown had called after pulling her well away from the other teen, to the office where she could call her parents.

She shivered as she felt him glaring at her the whole way out.


"So," a ginger-haired girl spoke with a grin, "do you have a crush on Mr. Romano?"

Grey eyes widened as the other girl choked on her water, "Tracey!"

"Gwen!" The other girl mocked with a smirk as her friend wiped her mouth.

"I d-do not!" Gwen stubbornly denied, but Tracey could see her friend's cheeks redden slightly at the mention of their music teacher.

Mr. Fabian Romano was a handsome man with curly, raven black hair that reached the tip of his shoulders. He had bronze skin and a very toned body, and a dimple on his bottom right cheek.

The most captivating feature about the man was his unique wine-colored eyes that seemed to stare straight into your very soul.

Tracey watched with a knowing smirk as her friend's eyes glazed over, "Dirty girl."

The blond immediately snapped out of whatever perverted fantasy she was having to glare at her friend, picking her bag and purse up and stomping off. Tracey just rolled her eyes before she saw the football captain walking by, sending her a discreet wink.

"Hello handsome." She purred, standing up and sashaying after the guy.

With Gwen

How the hell did she even get in this situation?!

"Ms. Miller?"

Gwen flushed as she raised her head up to meet those hypnotic wine orbs of her crush. All she had wanted to do was to print out a few copies of her schedule for next semester, why was Mr. Romano here?!

"Y-y-yes s-sir?" The music teacher raised an eyebrow before handing her the copies, "Here, you wanted these, right?"

The flustered girl nodded and grabbed the papers before darting out of the staff room as if the devil was on her heels.

Why was he so friggin' handsome?!

Fabian stood there confused as one of his co-workers walked by chuckling, "Looks like someone's got a major crush on you Fabs."

He scowled, "Don't call me that, Dave."

The math teacher shrugged and walked out, leaving the other to process his words.

Wine orbs darkened in distaste when he was sure that he was alone, "Disgusting."


"I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE!"

Six pairs of eyes widen, their eyes changing colors.

Fury builds within them at the agonized cry of a sky. Their sky.


Oh my glob this prologue was so long, but I hoped that enjoyed the first of my new and improved KHR story! *w*

Please review? ;w;