Started: June 2011

Finished: January 2014

CH 1

My dad left when I was very young, not wanting anything to do with me. The times where still good back then. My mother used to love me until the drugs got a hold of her. I was 13 then. My mother was always on drugs and her boyfriend got angry broke things and yelled at her a lot. He was always unreasonable, manipulative and full of rage. Sometimes I'd speak my mind to him and tell him he shouldn't be so ungrateful and to stop taking his anger out on my mom and that there's plenty of places he could seek help from. He would just go nuclear so I pretended he doesn't exist. There was a huge blow out, one of many but the last one I stayed around for. My mother wasn't who she used to be.

Now I live on the street. I found an abandon apartment building to stay in. I've lived in these conditions for 2 months. I secretly wash in public restrooms. I have no job and no money. I've considered becoming a prostitute, but the lifestyle scares me. I don't feel safe with the clients or the diseases that go around. I'd rather become a stripper then a prostitute. I have self respect but there just aren't many jobs around. I'm blond, blue eyed and 5'4. My name is Elisha.

I was in a mini mart planning on stealing some food when I saw this guy. He was very tall dressed to the hilt in Goth clothes. He had long straight black hair. Perhaps I stared longer then I should've. He seemed not to notice. I saw there was someone else with him; he looked an even bigger spectacle then the taller one. His make up was a disaster and was he wearing a dress? I was casually looking for an opportune moment to pocket some candy bars when the shorter one that was in fact wearing a dress, came up to me.

"Hello, would you like to come to a party tonight?"

I opened my mouth, surprised. "Ahh," I tried not to stare or look disturbed by his appearance. "Um, no. No thank you." I answered.

"Aww," he looked down sincerely hurt. "My friend will be disappointed." He looked up at me. "See you around then." He walked away looking dejected. I avoided them the rest of the time they were in the store. In fact I wanted to run out of the store but I was starving and had to wait for a good time to pocket something. They finally checked out then sped off with loud music blaring.

I was walking back to the abandoned building I was staying in when I heard loud music of a car pulling up behind me. I didn't want to look because I didn't think it had anything to do with me. The car crept along beside me. My heart beat faster. "Hi," said the smarmy guy with the long black hair. "We're going somewhere to get high. You should come with us." I shook my head and said no. His friends joined in.

"Aww, come on. It will be fun." They laughed. "We promise you'll have a good time."

"No." I got a chilling feeling and started to run ducking into an alley way.

"Come on! We'll bring you right back here when we're done with you!" One of them shouted and laughed. I heard them step on the gas and turn sharply into the alleyway chasing me, laughing and their music blaring.

"HELP SOMEONE HELP!" I screamed. I ran into an alley where a car couldn't follow, around a corner and ran into a tall fence. I looked desperately for a place to hide. There was a door but it was too far away for me to run into before being seen. The car stopped at the end of the alley. The five guys got out of the car, lead by the tall dark haired one.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed.

"Hello again," the one in the dress cooed. I got up the courage to run past pushing one as hard as I could.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" I growled. He grabbed me by my shoulders and hauled me backwards till my back hit the fence. I was let go and I went to fight but both my arms where held back by the other guys. Then suddenly the long haired one had his hand around my neck.

"Have you ever been choked during sex?" he asked casually. "It can be very arousing." I looked away. "Look at me." I looked into the tall ones' dark eyes encased in black liner. "I like the Goth girls, they are quite beguiling but," he ran his hand down my hair. "I have fantasies about fucking the pretty blond, blue eyed ones," he said as he fondled my breast. "The ones that might be afraid of me. In fact…" He moved his hand down further and groped me. "I want them more when they're afraid of me." As if on cue his friends started to disrobe me while I was held by the throat.

"SOMEBODY HELP! HELP!" I cried and no one came. Tears fell.

"Tears are sexy. I see them a lot when I'm making love with girls."

Suddenly, a young man interjected and started to attack them with what appeared to be some kind of martial art. Bending, twisting and breaking their limbs too quick for them to run. He wore glasses and was not dressed like anyone from the city. Striking, slicing and kicking a couple of them to quick for them to yell. I turned to run and did not look back.

I awoke realizing I was on a cold floor. I opened my eyes to a dim light that the filled the very empty area. I turned my head and flinched at a person who was almost leaning over me. A boyish figure crouched over me with incandescent blue eyes. I looked him over and quickly realized he was the young man who saved me. "You." I breathed out a breath of relief. He watched me closely, gazing over my figure and face. "Where am I?" I rubbed my head. "What happened?" I asked, lifting myself up. He remained crouched in front of me while I lifted myself to sit. My question wasn't answered, so I asked again; "Where am I?" The young man just stared at me. He was smiling, though I couldn't understand why. Nothing was particularly happy at the moment. I wasn't giving off a happy "hello" attitude, so why was he smiling? I looked into his blue eyes and they stared back at me, becoming strange.

I looked around. The walls are concrete, like a basement. Why would I be in a basement? The place looks strange and, distressing. I stood slightly uneasy and he rose as well and we stood face to face.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked disappointedly. No answer. "Hey. Why aren't you talking to me?" Why is he playing with me like this? I thought to myself. I got this strange sense of foreboding even though he saved me back in the alleyway. I needed to go.

"Look," I began warily, using a different approach. "You don't have to talk to me, and I should just go." I tired step past him. He stopped me with an outstretched hand. His eyebrows rose slightly. I took a deep breath. "Why? You're not even talking to me." He turned and I watched him leave the room. I wanted to say don't leave, but I kept quiet. I wondered why he didn't speak. What is the matter with him? I thought. My eyes wandered and what I saw startled me.

"Heads," I said in disbelief, a slight nervousness rising. "There are," I gulped not able to finish my sentence. Are they real? That's so weird. I instantly started to explain them away. He could be someone totally obsessed with morbid décor. I got the feeling that he might be eccentric. No reason to think he's psycho, yet, I said to myself, no reason at all.

He came back with a glass of water in his hand. My eyes still wide from the macabre display on the wall. He watched me closely. I gaped at his hands as he handed me the glass, and his fingernails were long, seemingly pointed and very clean. I took the glass but I didn't drink it. He motioned for me to drink but I was still fixated on his viciously long nails. He brought a finger up and scratched behind his ear bringing my attention to his face again, to his small smile. "What's the smile for? What are you thinking?" No answer. Something was off about him. I shivered.

What can I do? I wonder. How can I push him to talk. I glanced at him, his stare never faltering. Maybe he is crazy. My eyes widened as I looked in his blue ones. Maybe I shouldn't push the crazy man who has heads on his walls. They're just some kind of morbid, fake, decoration…right? I pushed that idea out of my head, and continued to consider his silence. I didn't want to continue to give him a hard time if he really can't speak.

"You can speak, right?" He gave me a hesitantly nod. I nodded back, dumbly. I didn't want to think he was just toying with me. He saved me after all; he's not being unkind, just…very strange. "What are you thinking?" I asked again. When it was clear he wasn't going to answer I sighed and began to return his stare. "Would you stop?" I whispered. "Stop staring." His eyes darted to the side only for a split second and then returned to mine. I whispered again; "Is that the best you can do?" At that, his smile again grew wider. I wrapped my arms around my body in an effort to comfort myself. "You practically…you did save me, back there in the alley way. At least tell me who you are. This is so strange. Do you live here? I need you to turn the creepiness down just a little bit," I said, instantly feeling guilty like I shouldn't have insinuated that he was a creep. He bit his bottom lip. I looked away and swallowed hard. He looked wicked like that, wicked creepy, creepy, strangely arousing.

What are you thinking? I scolded myself. Arousing? I don't even know where I am and this stranger who brought me here isn't saying a word. I had just seen him injure or kill 4 people in seconds. He protected me. Maybe he brought me here to give me shelter. I do look obviously homeless. When I looked back his eyes where still on me. "Just tell me your name then." He didn't answer. "I could call you blue eyes or claws." I suggested trying to lighten the mood and coax a response. The slightest show of emotion pasted over his face with a tiny smile then his brows hinted sadness for only a second. I thought of a question that he could answer with a simple nod.

"Do you, do you want to know my name?" He shook in head in agreement. I breathed out in intense relief and smiled in spite of myself at finally getting an answer. "My name is Elisha." He used his mouth to say my name but no sound came out and he smiled wider. "What's yours?" I could almost see that he was about to say it. Then from somewhere upstairs, I heard some one yell, "KEVIN!" He looked at me urgently, putting a finger to his lips all at once telling me to be quiet and that he'll be back in minute. I nodded in response as he quickly got up. "Bye, Kevin." I stated. He smiled at me over his shoulder. I felt a smile as well appear on my face. 'Why are you smiling you dope?' My conscience mind told me, you still don't know where you are, whom you're with, or why he has heads hanging on his wall. Oh yeah, guess I forgot about that. They have to be decoration. Just a fake decoration.'