Laura: So I was asked one time to do a fanfiction about knife-play about the same day I had received a horrible email that caused me almost-uncontrollable rage. I didn't reply to them immediately but instead allowed it to be vented out in this piece. Thus, "Demon's Vent". So, enjoy and I'd love to read your reviews. ^_^
Bill stabbed with the knife as many times as he pleased. His laughter mingling with the horrid screams of terror and pain that echoed through the empty hallways.
He loved the way it felt. The rush of excitement, the absolute horror the other had felt. The warm gooey blood that gushed all over the floor and stained his clothes. He loved especially digging the knife in deeply and dragging it down the meat-sack's pathetic flesh, feeling the knife so smoothly cut its way through the grain of the flesh. Sometimes he had to saw it through though.
And then the most fun part, reaching into the wounds with both hands and digging out the heart, blood coating his hands, thick and slimy. The heart came out with a good tug, he felt the ventricles and arteries tearing apart as it came out of the chest and held his prize high in glory. With nothing more than a thought, it bursted into bright blue flames.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha...", Bill chuckled darkly. "See I told you this would be fun, Pinetree.."
The corpse of his enemy stared back with hollowed eyes, the look of terror forever left on his face. Bill simply grabbed the boy by his shirt and lifted him effortlessly, earning a limp nod.
"Yeah, see you agree with me!", Bill smiled widely. "And what's more.. I've done you the highest favor.. You no longer have such a heavy heart to burden you anymore..."
Again, a small shake and Dipper nodded limply.
"Which makes you a PERFECT puppet for me...", Bill crowed.
He let go, Dipper's body was left floating there for him. Strings flew from his fingertips and wrapped tightly around Dipper's throat, wrists, knees, and ankles.
"So now you're a new toy..", Bill continued.
Bill's eyes glowed blue and the light ran straight through the strings and into Dipper, making his pupil-less eyes glow yellow.
"And I've got work for you..."
Laura: Allow me to state for clarification. This is a one-shot. I do not plan to keep writing any further plot points on this. In fact, I don't think I really CAN. What this was, was the venting writings of a girl who's emotional scars were suddenly ripped open, stitches and all. If anything, it's what *I* wanted to do to the bastard that hurt me... At least I have self-control...