Remember 13th Dimension? For many reasons that has been ended. I decided to do something different. I created a creature thing of my own called Pigman. The story is a horror story with gore. (My specialty.) Romance is not known at the moment. Let me know if you'd like that to enter my story. Anways Pigman is inspired by Bunnyman, an Urban Legend that is well known in North America t least. (Or maybe just Canada) Anyways the other stories i am writing will get updates soon. Each story will tell why i haven't been able to write lately. That being said enjoy!

A door was pushed open with mass amount of force, a young girl about 15 was running through a dark forest 2 Kilometres from Magnolia. She wanted to get to the city to tell everyone what had happened. She heard a noise that drove an ice pick into her spine. She took shelter in the vegetation to hide from it. She looked forward to where she once was. A bright light pierced the dark destroying the void. She lowered herself further into the vegetation hoping she couldn't be seen by it.

The light didn't come closer of further. It stayed shining in the direction of where she was once. She was curious if it was trying to wait her out.

"My my, what have we here?" Said a menacing voice. She froze, she knew that voice. It wasn't even too far away. She slowly turned her head towards the sounds noise. She saw it admiring one of its older works. A dead corpse was hanging from a tree. The eyes gouged, the skin was gone, the blood drained, the organs were hanging freely blowing in the wind. The sight made the girls stomach tighten. She fought the urge to vomit from the disturbing sight.

The thing turned and looked towards her direction. He tilted his head to the side like a predator on the hunt. He slowly revealed a Kitchen knife. "I seeeeee you!" It said with a playful voice, it went from standing still to full on sprint in 3 seconds. How could it see her? It was pitch black! He got to her grabbing her by the hair. She screamed in absolute terror. He began dragging her back to the cabin, his cabin. The worst place in Fiore. A human slaughterhouse.

The gravel path, sticks, rocks, and tree bark scraped across her skin. Her face was like a heavy rain fall. The thunderous sounds of her screams with the rain of saltwater from her eyes. She knew it was over. It had her. It opened the door to the cabin throwing her to the table. Rope tied her legs and arms to the table. It grabbed tape to cover the screaming girls mouth. He shook her head refusely trying to beg for it to release her. It closed the door and examined the prize.

The Kitchen knife was raised above the Pigmask, it forced the knife straight into her flesh. Blood erupted from the wound, it tilted its head again in fascination. "I'll be the last person, and man you'll know. The name is Pigman." He said before slamming the knife into her ankle, a sickening crunch was heard. Tears streamed even faster, forming a waterfall of agony and pain. Pigman looked towards her skirt.

He angled to knife to have pin-point contact with her woman parts. With a thrust of his arm the knife pierced the fragile female parts. Digging deep into the flesh a tsunami of red poured from the wound. He admired his work. She was trying to scream, she made any possible noise she could. He put the gore infested knife down. And went behind a tarp. She had no idea what was behind the tarp, but pain kept pulsating throughout her body. The tarp flew open again. Pigman was staring at her through the menacing Pigmask. In his hand was a meat cleaver. In the other hand was a tool box.

He set the box on the table across from her. He opened it and brought out a large dull knife. He slowly approached her dull knife in one hand, cleaver in the other. The dull knife was placed on her crouch. Tears continued to flow out of her eyes. She tried to struggle, she tried to loosen the ropes, she wanted to escape this hell. The dull knife was grabbed again and rammed with incredible force into her womanhood. The pain she felt was unbearable. The cleaver was still in his hand. He went back to the tool box. Placing the cleaver down on the table, he reached into the tool box pulling out a hammer. Her eyes widened she began shaking and fighting the ropes holding even more using all her strength to free herself. The knife was limiting her movements.

He used his right hand to force her torso to the cold metal table. He placed the hammer on the end of the knife. He swung back and forth a few times before swinging full force into the knife ramming further into her body. Blood was pouring from her body immensely. She felt very light headed from all the pain. He smashed the knife further and further two more times. He went back to the box grabbing the cleaver in replacement of the hammer. He went over to the barely consious girl. He placed his left hand on her breasts. He raised his right hand into the air the cleaver ready for battle. With full force he swung the cleaver down onto her neck slicing through flesh, muscle, and bone. Decapiation wasn't the worst death ever. But far from the best. He looked at the bloodied corpse. He placed the cleaver down returning to the tool box, he pulled out a curved blade returning to the corpse. He rammed the blade into the fragile stomach slicing across the stomach. With his hands he opened the organs holder, he ripped out all the organs he could see.

He glanced one last time at the head of the victim. He grabbed the head and admired it. He grabbed his curved knife proceeding to gouge out her blue eyes. He used his hands to rip out her brown hair. He grabbed her jaw opening it, with all his might he pulled until the jaw was ripped from the bone making a disgusting sound. He grabbed a massive bucket and proceeded to drain the blood of his new victim.

The Pigman, the most dangerous serial killer in all of Fiore. Not many know of him because everyone who comes into contact with him, doesn't get to survive. Pigman walked towards a stone wall in his basement. He curved another talley into the wall. The wall was called 'Kill count' there are 23 talleys currently.

Well... This was gorey as fuck wasn't it? Sorry but Serial killer stories = Rape, Murder, MESSED UP SHIT! And of course torture. If you guys seriously want any ships (besides NaLu... sorry :/) Let me know! Also if you wish to see anyone die let me know :D ~Inferno