A Killer's Voice
By Diana Moon Glampers
Disclaimer- I own nothing. Not even original characters. Go ahead and steal them, I don't care.
Chapter 1
The Palms
Isabella was at the beach with her Lopunny and Wailmer. It was night and they had been training against wild Tentacool all day. Isabella was lying down on her towel, exhausted from training up all day. She felt like she could fall asleep at any second. What Isabella did not know, was that there was a man who had been watching her all day at the beach. He had been staring at her the whole time, waiting for when she was weak and vulnerable and when her pokemon were too tired to fight effectively. He was a killer and he was waiting to claim Isabella as his next victim.
The man slowly crept up to the Wailmer, who was sleeping at the moment. Isabella and Lopunny did not seem to notice. He grabbed a knife from his pocket and, and jammed it into Wailmer's blowhole while holding the pokemon's mouth shut. He died silently. "That ought to keep the fatass from saving her!" The man thought to himself. He smiled, knowing that Wailmer was dead now.
"Lopunny?" Isabella said. Lopunny made pokemon noises at Isabella to confirm that she was listening. "You did good training today. You're getting strong. We might be strong enough to get a badge one day." Isabella said. Lopunny happily cooed. She turned to her Wailmer, who was already dead. "Come on boy, wake up. You have to go back into your pokeball." Isabella said. Wailmer did not move. She tapped it again, only to see blood seeping from its closed mouth. "Is something wrong, Wailmer?" Isabella said, suddenly scared. That was when the man jumped out from behind the dead whale pokemon, brandishing his huge knife. He grabbed Isabella by the arm and held the knife up to her neck. Isabella tried to struggle free, but he stabbed her in the side of her abdomen, weakening her.
Lopunny sprung to her feet, seeing that her trainer was in danger, until the man held the knife up to Isabella's throat again. "Now, now, hot stuff. You wouldn't want your trainer getting hurt now, would you?" He said. Lopunny started to back down. "No! Don't listen to him! Save me!" Isabella said to her pokemon. Lopunny readied for an attack. The man slit Isabella's throat and tossed the body aside. "You want to tango, you sexy bitch? I can tango!" He said to Lopunny.
Lopunny lunged forward at the man with the knife, attempting to use its take-down attack. The man casually stepped out of the way and plunged his knife straight into Lopunny's back. Lopunny screeched in pain while he delivered more stabbings until it was dead. He picked up Lopunny's mutilated corpse and smiled. "You look bloody sexy, don't you?" He laughed, utterly impressed by his bad pun. The only one left on the beach was him and the voice inside of his head.
"So, were you here for the girl or her pokemon? Which one, you sicko?" The voice said. "Shut up! I am who I am and you'll never change that!" The killer said to the voice inside his head. "You're disgusting. Killing people and having sex with their bodies is not socially right. You should kill yourself, you fucking creep." The man unzipped his pants. "Hey! I'm here and I was born a necrophile! If you can't accept that, then you're a prejudiced fool!" "I have every right to judge you. You're into dead bodies, you disgusting piece of shit." The voice retorted. "No you don't! Shut up!" The killer said. He repeated those words as he thrust in an out of Lopunny's lifeless corpse. "Shut! Up! Shut! Up! Shut! Up! It's not my fault I'm a necrophile!" He felt something wrong with him in his pants and cried. The voice in his head continued. "Oh, what's wrong? You can't get it up?" "No I can! Rigor mortis just hasn't set in yet! It needs to before I can achieve a…" The voice cut the man off. "You're just a weak fool. You're not a man. You're nothing. Kill yourself. You'll be doing the world a favor." The voice in the man's head said. "No! Fuck you, I have ED!"
The man moved onto Isabella's body. Blood from her neck had soaked into her clothes. The slit in her throat had turned into a huge hole in her neck. Her visible trachea killed any thoughts the man had of violating her body. The gore normally made him feel hot and bothered, but for some reason, this made him very angry instead. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I hate you! I wish you were dead! Fuck you!" The killer said. The voice inside of his head taunted him. "What's the matter? You thought her body would be sexy after you killed her? You are the worst human being ever. You suck as a man and you suck as a killer. Kill yourself." The voice in the man's head said. "No! Fuck you! I'm going to make sweet and beautiful love to this corpse!" He said, with tears in his eyes. "No you won't. You probably won't even get hard. And sex with a corpse is not beautiful. It will never be beautiful. You are disgusting."
The killer tore Isabella's corpse's shirt off and tried to suck on her breasts, but it was no use. His man parts did not want to work with him. "You are a failure at being a killer and a failure of humanity! Go die like the women you killed!" The voice shouted to the man. "No! Go away! Go away!" The man said. He ran from the crime scene, screaming and crying.