Ah, chappie 2!

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plutomoon2: Sorry, not telling yet!

Harpygirl91: Tis interesting, isn't it? I was looking through some old stories and decided to try a different approach than what I had written.

Dark Queen Helba: Really? I never noticed that. Hm. Well, I had to rework the name again and again but by then, I was beating myself with my special edition KH2 manual folder and it was like "Eureka! I got it!" An' boy, did I feel like a such an idiot....

Audra Vaikas: Yes, tis the point of opening chappies!

Sailor Moon/Shaman King/Death Note

Naruto/Bleach/Karas/InuYasha

"At the Hands of the King"

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Chapter 2:

"Distance"

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She wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping but it was that blood curtling scream that had woken her up. Her mind was a little more clear now, everything not as smudged as before. Apparently, he had thought she didn't need the next dose and she wished he had drugged her again.

She could hear the screams bouncing off the concrete walls, the squishing and squelching of his work of cutting out the heart through the rib cage. She could hear each one snap and she was disgusted as well as shocked the current victim hadn't passed out from the pain yet. If she had anything in her stomach, she would have surely lost it.

"…S-stop it!" She managed to scream, cutting through the other volume. She heard him stop and pull his hands back, the screams of agony melting to moans of pain.

"Quiet, bitch!" He backhanded her far harder than he needed to, jerking her to the side. She would have fallen over had her chains not kept her in place. She could feel the hot blood cooling and the fragments of thicker clumps sticking to her cheek, the reek of blood making her empty stomach churn.

He went back to work, the screams echoing off the walls again. She could see he had put his back to her on purpose, like he was trying to ignore her. Looking around, she realized there were less people than before—far less, meaning she had been out longer than she had thought.

A faint tickle of a breeze got her attention and she looked at the staircase. There was a dim light shining on the darkened stairs, meaning he had left the doors or whatever open. And where there was a breeze and light meant there was an exit and an exit meant freedom.

If she could just slip her hand free from her manicle, making as little noise as possible…

She gasped softly, her movements and relief overshadowed by the screaming and his vile work. She kept her eyes on her captor's back as she pulled/slipped her hand free of its bond and leaned forward to angle her feet to slip them out of their chains as well. It was a little harder to do but she managed to get both of her feet free. She knew she'd be light headed and disoriented as soon as she stood up if she moved too fast. She steadied herself against the wall and slowly and as quietly as possible, she used the wall to get to her feet, allowing herself to get used to the difference in each elevation.

Once she got to her full height without a problem, she silently moved for towards the stairs, keeping an eye on the man. She moved passed him without getting his attention and managed to get to the stairs before he looked up.

"What th—you fucking whore!" He spat and her heart leapt into the throat. She didn't look back, only bolting up the concrete stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.

Instead of coming out into a forest, she found herself in the deepest section of a back alley. She didn't heistate to run towards the sounds of the street, knowing that he was right behind her. And she wasn't about to stop. She was barefoot and her clothes were dirty, bloody and had seen better days but none of that mattered.

All mattered was putting as much distance between the two of them as was possible.

Sweet, sweet freedom but the asshole's on her tail!

I wonder if she'll manage to get away....

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