Chapter#2 Orange Red
Minnie lay flat on her back in her apartment, her body began to twitch, she groaned in her sleep, her face held pain as her hands clutched the sheets of her bed; she began to pant heavily in her sleep. Outside on her small two person balcony a man stood upon the railing, his combat boots leaving a trail of muck along the balcony, he sat hunched over, feet planted firmly on the railing, his eyes were strong and held a fire that could not perish. He pulled out a cigarette and slowly lit it without any haste and lightly began to inhale the addicting killer, he took in an intact of breath before the vile smoke exceeding from his nostrils.
He felt a vibration in his overcoats pocket and mentally groaned, "Yeah," He answered his voice sounded gruff. "Is she awake," the person on the other line asked, "No, and if you plan on landing her today get it over and done with already." He stated roughly his voice annoyed. "No…why ruin a perfect night without her screams filling the town with life?" the man on the other line said, his voice lusty and ragged. He rolled his eyes, "Whatever…you can land her anytime but I refuse to babysit this brat." He was about to end the call but before the other man's voice piped in aggressively. "Oh no, I expect you to watch over this one for me, remember Ville…you're in my debt and if you don't do exactly as I say I'll make sure you never set foot on land again." Ville merely rolled.
"I'd like to see you try." Ville replied smart-alecky like before slamming his phone shut, "Bastard…if he thinks I'm going to babysit that kid and act all sobrieties he's got another thing coming!"
Minnie's eyes fluttered open and a rush of pain in her stomach, she tried to sit up but even as she slowly jerked up a rush of pain flooded over her and fell back dramatically onto the bed. She managed to raise her head slightly with only minimal pain to gaze over her body, she found herself in her lacy blue bra and matching panties and the rest of her was covered in bloody bandages, her head feel down onto the pillow. She lifted her arm and gradually made its way to her face; she found her cheeks covered in band aids and gauze. "…H-How…" she slowly breathed out. Her face was pale, her eyes seemed glossy with fresh tears as immense pain wash over her at the moment she would've taken a bullet to the head to override the overbearing disturbance.
She couldn't walk, sit up properly, she couldn't move her upper torso without pain shooting up her spine, how was she going to eat, more importantly how was she going to go the bathroom? She titled her head slightly praying to see her little blue cell phone sitting on her nightstand…fate hated her. She groaned in frustration as she found her cell phone missing and the only other communicating device was her regular phone, which was on the other side of her bed on the other night stand which meant having to roll over grabbed the phone and dial…It sounded incredibly piety but for the amount of pain she would receive trying to call for help it wasn't worth it. She couldn't contact her aunt Kathleen, she couldn't call her boss explaining to him what exactly happened and why she would likely miss a couple weeks of work, she couldn't even call for help. 'Yes its official, whatever all powerful being out there hates me!' Minnie thought exhaustedly.
Outside on her balcony Ville exhaled the last of his cigarette again through his nose before flicking it off the balcony, he sighed to himself before leaping back onto the concrete balcony floors. He pinched the skin between his eyes before slowly pulling his hood over his head and half his face before disappearing into the fairly lit one bedroom apartment. His steel-toed combat boots banged against the cream colored carpet and floorboards underneath as he moved himself to the side of the bed.
Hearing footsteps, Minnie's eyes widened before she quickly shut them and pretended to lie perfectly still only except for a few puffs of hairs exceeding out of her mouth as she breathed in and out low gasps of air; anyone would've thought she was asleep…anyone but him. His eyes narrowed at this, he stared intensely at her frail breakable body, and she was so fragile; it seemed that if he touched her she'd break into a million pieces. He reached out to her; one armed screeched out wide, his hand hovered over her for a couple seconds before slowly lowering. His touch was featherlike and so cold against her skin through the thin sheets. Finally his hand reached her face, his cool hand cupped her cheek gently barely touching her pale face, he lowered his head to her lips and just as she thought she was about to crack he lips touched her for a split second…
Her eyes burst open to reveal her room hadn't changed from mere minutes ago when she had awoken. Her heart was racing inside her chest, ready to burst as her eyes scanned the area. She winced slightly as she tried to propped herself up on her elbows and only succeeded with falling back down onto her bed, her head making contact with the pillow. She lifted her arm to her lips; barely touching…just trying to memorize what it felt like even if it wasn't there. 'This isn't possible…if I wasn't back in my shabby apartment and in extreme pain I would've guessed I died and went to heaven…' Minnie thought to herself weakly and rather dryly.
Ville sat patiently in an alleyway, a wicked smirk graced his pale lips, 'At least I'll be able to mess that putrid girl's mind.' He bore his teeth as he waited patiently for his prey to come to him… A wine glass sat directly towards his left. He was masked by the alleys dark presence even in the mid of day; his shabby uncut and unclean onyx black hair blew softly as a breeze entered the alley, his eyes glowing midnight blue and a growl grew deep inside his chest as he fought to hold himself together. Clutching the dirt ground with his sharp inch thick and long cat like nails burying into the ground and he struggled to compose himself, he breathed in the sweet scent of flesh as a little girl began to skip passed the alley way humming a tune. He licked the rim of his teeth, his eyes glowing in the darkness, he couldn't contain himself any longer…he lunged…
Screams filled the streets with life as a frightened eight year old girl stared down at a man with large canine teeth curving around his lips, his body fidgeted, his hands shaking, people were rushing over to the young girl but before they reached her the man who lay before her on his knees and hands clutching the soil whispered back to her… "Run…get out, get away!" he hollered his eyes large and blood shot. The child, wide eyed sprinted and full speed down the opposite way she came tears leaking out the corners of her eyes. Ville groaned loudly as he pushed himself up and fought against himself and lunged back into the alley way, as people began to surround the area finding it totally deserted. Strikes of lightning shot up his back, he groaned to himself and quickly reached for something that hung around his neck, "I will not give into you Serge…I will not become you…I will not kill." He whispered to himself, his breathing came out in low uneven harsh gasps. He began to hear a low even clap behind him and the sound of laughter…
"Oh but you already have Ville…what about that man you shot three days ago directly in the spinal cord…or--" the owner of the vile laughter said wickedly his voice held laughter that could only be described as laughter from a mental patient as he began a low even clap.
"That doesn't count, I only killed him because you would've killed me had I not!" Ville interjected loudly as he held his head down. Laughter piped up again, "How selfish of you…you indeed are becoming like me every day Ville, you'll need to feast soon you cannot survive on that vile substance you drink daily forever…soon the donations will dry up." Ville's eyes widened, "How'd you find out about that," he bit back, through the darkness Ville could make out the forming a smirk on the man's lips. "I see all Ville, soon the urges will be too much, soon you'll find yourself needing the sweet taste of blood and sex to survive…they always end up so." With that the man disappeared only leaving behind the memory of his wicked laugh.
Ville's jaw locked as he clutched a blood stained circular necklace with an orange large jewel centered in the center, ancient mythical writing carved around the edges. He bit down on his tongue and cried to the world his screams filling the New Jersey town with fright and shrill excitement. "No…I refuse…I won't allow myself to…" he whispered harshly to himself, his nails digging into his rock hard skin.
Back in Minnie's cramp apartment, the woman lay sprayed across her bed, asleep again after realizing it was the best thing she could at the moment. Her eyebrows were knit together and her face held worry, fright, and sadness all mixed into one almost unreadable emotion; hot tears spilling out and dripping down her porcelain face like a leaky sink, her hands clutching the sheets for dear life.
"Eliza…" a voice hummed to her in her ear, her eyes fluttered open in a split second and before she could blink a pair of rough lips clasped down over her mouth and began nipping at her lower lip begging for entrance, she sat there helpless as a stranger locked lips with her. From what she could see his skin was pale, his head was covered in a mop of grey/black hair. She tried to push him away but failed terribly, she felt hot tears gush from her eyes as the man pushed his tongue into her mouth and began to lick her inner cheek. His sharp cat like nails digging into her porcelain flesh until blood began to seep from the open wounds, he smirked against her lips which frightened Minnie more as she desperately tried to force him from her mouth until…she felt his cool fingers dance over her face dripping with blood, he touched her cheek like an angel. Then…in a second it all changed as his hand swiped over her face slashing open her cheek, her hands cling to the sheets with mercy as the man broke the kiss, she couldn't see his face for it was shielded in the darkness of unlit room.
He smirked down at her; he lowered his head to her face and touched his ice cold lips to her wounded cheek, suckling the wound, moving his tongue across the open gap in her face. "You shall become mine…you shall pay for looking like her…but not tonight my dear…" he touched her other with much care until slicing a new wound into her already pale face causing a gasp in pain to rise from the woman's mouth but was quickly cut short as the man slammed his lips over hers with much roughness that held no passion.
In an instant the pressure upon her swollen lips vanished and the extra weight that lay upon her had seemed to disintegrate into thin air. At the moment she desperately wanted to curl up in a ball and cry herself to death; but alas with the massive pain she was enduring it appeared she could only turn on her side slightly, and curve her knees only a small bit to her chest. Tears were swelled up inside her hazel eyes, with a large breathe all of her tears gushed from her eyes and streamed down her face like a river meant for river rafting. Her sobs filled the room with sorrow and life as she lay there helpless in her undergarments and sheets/blankets.
In a small alley way, far from Minnie's apartment, a man with comb blonde hair and sea green eyes beamed at a taller man with pitch black hair, as he sat crumbled in a heap of shame. "Where is she," Henry began, his voice deathly serious. "Who?" the man before him asked, mischief drooled out of his mouth like saliva.
Henry's hands clenched together before he slowly reached for his gun, his hand stopped suddenly as the awkward silence was halted by the cocking of a gun. Henry's eyes narrowed as he glared at the near foot long gun aimed at his neck, "Listen pretty boy, I don't know who or what you're looking for so leave me be. Got it?" the man stated, his voice was low and held hints of rage. "Ville Scarborough," Henry stated, as he spat the words from his mouth with much disgust. "Hey pretty boy, long time no see." Ville said standing, his gun still cocked at Henry's neck.
"Where is she…should you've taken another young life Ville I'll--"
"You'll what, call the police, the FBI? Face it pretty boy, I always win, I'm not a former assassin for nothing yeah know." Ville smirked under his cloak.
"Former?" Henry sounded somewhat shocked, but hid it well under his emotionless block that was his face.
"I've decided to quit the killing sprees for now, yeah know how it gets; sometimes a person just needs a personal change." Ville stated waving his gun around, but still locked on any vital organs before settling on Henry's forehead.
Henry's jaw locked, he was avoiding the question. "What have you done with Michelle Bessette?" his voice was tainted in hate and spite. Ville smirked, "She's in good hands don't worry mister snippy, I told yeah, I quit the assassin bid, now I'm working twenty four seven as a personal body guard…her personal body guard." He licked his lips just waiting to see his reaction. Henry's hands balled up into two throbbing fists as he bit down on his tongue. In a flash Henry's fist collided with what would thin air, as the gun pointed at his head had vanished was replaced at the back of his neck. "Same old pretty boy, trying to be a hero, you always were one to cast me as the villain, eh pretty boy?" Ville said his cool breath on the nape of his neck. "You are and always will a villain, you slaughter innocent woman for the fun of it." Ville frowned at his harsh words, his finger firmly placed on the trigger.
"I did in no ways kill those women, I may be an ex-assassin but that has nothing to do with the facts that I accidently ended up at the scene of crime displayed in that old warehouse." Ville bit back.
"Yes, of course the blood-sucker just happens to always end up at the scene of crime by mistake!" Henry half-yelled fighting the urge to scream. Ville was seconds away from firing off the gun he held in his hands.
"I live there pretty boy, what'd you expect, gang members use my home to dump their treasures all the time, hell even the mob uses it." Ville half-lied, it wasn't the whole truth, but it was more than nothing but a full blown lie.
"Of course you do, a blood sucker, living in an abandoned TNT factory how convenient!"
"Hey, hey no need to get snippy pretty boy, your little girlfriend wouldn't like that, besides you've search the TNT factor hundreds of times, like always you've come back empty handed with no proof besides the fact that I live there to prove I murdered all those delicious young wench's." Ville said, licking his lips at the end for enthusiasm. Henry scoffed loudly.
"That is proof enough for me mister Scarborough, and Miss Michelle is not my girlfriend." Henry snapped back, trying to contain his anger. A wicked grin grew across Ville's features.
"Right, just like all those other dead wenches, you use them to protect them, but in the end they always end up in the ground tsk, tsk, pretty boy."
"There that proves it!"
"Proves what, that you're a moronic blonde?"
"No you ignoramus, you were always there, you had to be there spying, waiting to kill, you were watching me as I accompanied the woman until they were alone then your strike." Henry stated, anger drilled within his voice, until he heard Ville's wicked laughter, then…he began to seethe.
"Hell no, you think I'd really stalk you just to kill some dame, the only reason I knew of your betrayal to them is because you just told me, I mean, come on I figured you must be around them at all times for protection and dating them seemed to pop to mind. Man, pretty boy aren't you complicated?" Ville said, laughter still peeking around the edges of his voice as he removed his gun from Henry's neck and began to walk away, laughter still exceeding from his mouth until it was all but a low hum.
Henry grumbled something under his breath before punching the stone cold walls that surrounded him until his knuckles began to drip blood, taking his anger out on a lifeless wall and only causing him more grief. Henry sighed to himself as he tore he bloody and scratched hands away from the solid wall and began to massage his temples as he slowly creped out of the alley only to pause momentarily as he stepped on a large piece of torn paper. He inhaled once before picking up the piece of trash and just as he was about to throw the garbage away he saw some form of crude writing on it. His eyes darted to his left, and then his right before he began to unravel the crumbled piece of paper. If he hadn't already had a vein throbbing inside his head he would have now. The piece of paper read on it, badly written, in big bold letters.
'Face it pretty boy, bad boys always get the girl!'
"…Ville…" Henry muttered to himself as he tore the paper to bits and tossed the remains into the trash can.
Ville smirked to himself wickedly as he rushed past people in a blur of mixed colors until minutes later when he suddenly halted in front of a large abandoned factory, he groaned inwardly. As he descended into the broken down factory, whistling a small tune to himself as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So…what's on the agenda for today oh holy and powerful one?" Ville asked sarcastically as he peered into the dark depths of the building. A man, standing at about six feet emerged from the darkness wielding a necklace with silver lining and a bronze pendant completed the piece.
"Nice, not my type but still," Ville stated sarcasm thick in my throat as he fought the urge to chuckle. The man before him had the urge to whack him outside the head but restrained himself and chose a more insulting measure. "No you dimwit, after I witnessed your little chat with our dear friend Henry it sparked a brilliant idea in my cranium Ville…or should I say Mr. Scarborough?" the man before him began to laugh hysterically vile as Ville gaped at him with a confused and slightly upset expression while raising a single black eye brow.
In Minnie's apartment, her unheard cries began to echo through the building, and still there was no shining knight in amour to come to her rescue, no prince charming to escort her from her horribly life and welcome her into a new royal carefree one. Her phone would ring every hour that she lay there helpless until the sun was at its peak and ready to disappear over the tall buildings. Finally the sun began to slowly depart, slowly falling closer to the buildings ledge the phone rang for the final time but this time there was a message along with it; "Minnie, it's aunty Kathy, are you alright your boss informed you hadn't shown up to work today and no one has seen you since last night, sweetheart is everything alright, are you sick, a-" Her message was interrupted by the sound of breathing come in and out in harsh low gasps.
"…Aunt…Kathy," Minnie whispered into the phone, her voice so low and tainted with her sobs it was almost impossible to tell who was on the other line. She had managed to crawl her way over to the other side of bed, pick up the phone, and still have the strength to speak.
"Minnie, sweetheart is that you?" her aunt practically begged into the phone.
"…Y-yes." Her chest was rising and falling like hummingbirds wings, her heart was pounding inside her chest, if it wasn't her sobs making her sound as if she was on her death bed it was the unbearable pain in her stomach.
"Sweetheart are you alright, you sound just offal?"
"…I…w-w-was-s…s-stabbed…" at that the line went dead leaving a frantic middle aged woman on the other line screaming into the phone as the sky disappeared in a mess of bright colors like magenta, pink, orange, yellow, and red. Inside Minnie's apartment, she lay numb from pain as she lay sprawled across her bed in a mess of sheets the room began to fill with bright colors giving the plain white walls life as it seemed all the life from the young dame was yanked out of her while the wall remained a peachy orange color.
The last thing to cross her mind before she gave into the pain… 'Someone…anyone…help me…'