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Oh C'mon

I can't believe the drama that I'm in, the flood is getting closer
I don't think they know that I know how to swim
You're feeling numb, from all that has become
It leaves your gums, slips down your tongue and travels fast down towards your lungs
All because I'm leaving you behind.

I feel the pressure
It's coming down on me.
It's turning me black 'n blue
You left me on the side of the road
And now I've got no place to go.
You've brought the flood

-The Flood by Escape the Fate

The Axe Murderer's Girl

Chapter 1

Sliced to Pieces

I actually felt sorry and a little guilty for not doing anything, but I was going to go find help right now. As soon as my leg carried forward onto the ground to move, I felt something sharp and cold pressed against my back, soon followed by a low and rumbling voice that echoed in my ear, "Where do you think you're going?" I started shaking, and it wasn't because of the wind.

All I knew was that I wasn't going to be going home to cuddle in my bed with a book any time soon. At least not tonight.

I gasped at the strange man's voice. The first thing that came to my mind was intimidation. He was trying to intimidate me, and it was working. I knew his question was rhetorical, but I answered in my head anyways. Running, getting help, putting you behind bars. In that order. So instead of answering, I just stood as still as I could, but I could feel the panic in me rising.

My breathing was starting to come in small gasps, my chest was starting to restrict, my heart was going at double time and I was starting to feel dizzy, border lining nausea. My anti-depressant pills were in Jessica's purse, and I needed them. Right now.

Whoever was holding me didn't seem to realise what was happening to me or just didn't care because the next thing I know I was being dragged around the tree and back into the campsite, where Jessica and Lauren were tied up. Jessica was trying to reach out and speak to me but the cloth around her mouth reduced her words to quiet mumbles.

Lauren's eyes widened and she probably realised what was happening to me again. Her eyes dropped from my face and focussed behind me. She started kicking her jean clad legs into the ground, almost haphazardly. I whimpered slightly. Someone help. Please help. I could feel my eyesight starting to blur and I knew I would be unconscious really soon if I didn't take my medication.

I tried talking to my attacker but it came out as strangled words, "Pills... Jessica... purse... now... please..." I was starting to fade and I could feel whatever was holding me up right drop me. I collapsed to the dirty ground, but I couldn't give myself to care. Today was worse than before, and I could feel myself slowly shutting down.

Darkness was consuming me every second I lay there, and I starting to sweat and shudder at the cold and warm creeping up my legs turning everything in it's wake numb. Everything in me was on fire, yet so warm. Summer and winter, that's what it reminded me of. The iciness wouldn't stop freezing me, yet the scorching fire burned it out, then it started over again. The cycle was endless.

I don't know how long it was but I started feeling resistance in the middle of lips. Then I felt it. The feel of my pill, that's it, but I couldn't. My body wasn't under my power anymore, it was gone, I felt hollow, like a puppet. Anyone could do whatever they wanted to me, and I wouldn't feel it. I was too far gone. I just hoped whoever was here doing what they were doing to Jessica, Lauren, and I would just get what they needed and leave. Rape me, kill me, beat me up, just do it and leave. I wouldn't feel it, and for once I was glad. But, it never came. Instead I felt fingers pulling my lips apart roughly, until my mouth was fully open.

In the next second my head was propped up against something cold, and I felt the solid substance of my pill being dropped into my mouth. Then came the liquid, slowly pouring into my mouth until I felt everything wash down my throat. I don't know how long it was but I could slowly start feeling my legs and arms, one by one. My breathing was starting to even out and I could feel the constriction in my chest starting to lift, I almost felt new. But, not new enough to just get up.

I was exhausted with everything that happened in the span of the last couple hours, and I was still scared. Scared of what was happening around me, and I was confused. I didn't have the smallest clue of what was happening, I was too tired to even think straight right now. My panic was still there but seemed to be kept at bay with the pill, for which I was thankful. I just hoped everything would be okay when I woke up again. Deep inside me though, I knew nothing would be the same when I woke up. I could only hope for the best. The best out of the worst.

Fatigue was drawing me back into it's dark mist like the woods, luscious but yet so dangerous. But in those moments I didn't think of anything, for I was already asleep.

I could feel the light of the sun on my closed lids, and I slowly opened them. The sun blinded me for a minute until my eyes adjusted to the light. Strands of my hair were falling into my face irritating my nose, but my arms wouldn't budge. That's when I noticed the rope and the tree I was leaning on for support.

A shooting pain shot through my arms all the way down to the tips of my fingers, making me wince in pain. My head was slightly throbbing, nothing that I couldn't handle though. I tried flexing my fingers but I felt the fingers on my right hand brush against something smooth and solid but still very sticky. That's not what irked me though, it was the smell. Not wanting to look quite yet, I let the aroma of something tangy and... I couldn't quite pinpoint what, but it was mixed in together.

That's when I heard the sniffling from across the small campsite. Jessica. Her cheek was bruised, her hair was a disaster waiting to happen, but that's not what caught my attention. It was the way the grief clouded her eyes as she looked at me. I gulped. The cloth around her mouth was gone, and her sniffling turned into loud sobs that wracked through her small frame. She looked at me with so much sorrow, "She's gone Bella, Lauren's gone."

"What?"

Jessica watched me for a second before bursting into tears again, "She's dead Bella. She's fucking dead. He fucking killed her."

I started shaking my head, my thought process starting to stop, "No, no, Jessica please tell me you're joking." Jessica looked down at the ground.

My fingers clenched and unclenched, my fingers brushing against the weird substance brought my attention back to it. I heard Jessica's larger in take of breath. She watched in horror as I looked down at the unidentified object under my hand. I know what it smelled like now. It was of the deceased.

Then the screaming and yelling began. It took me a minute to realize that it was mine.

The horror on Jessica's face mirrored mine as I moved as far away as I could from the blood caked arm that was lying by itself beside me. I shrieked even louder, and Jessica kept on sobbing her eyes were shut tight.

The image was permanently burned into my head, and right now I wished I had bleach to rub it out of my head. I couldn't look back down at the arm. Lauren's arm. That thought made me feel sicker than ever before.

"I knew I missed a piece." A man in a white sweatshirt and sweats walked through the large ferns and picked up Lauren's arm as if it was something you touched everyday. This must be him. The man Jessica and Lauren had been warning me about earlier. As he turned around I stifled a gasp. The whole front of his outfit was filled with blood. Lauren's blood. I could feel the bile filling up in my throat. That's not what caught my attention though. It was his face as he looked calmly down at me with mischief in his green eyes. The same green eyes as him. His brown hair glinted red in the sun's rays. The same hair as him. It was him.

The headlines from Charlie's news channel last night flashed in front of my eyes.

'RUNWAY FROM REHABILITATION INSTITUTE, EDWARD CULLEN, VERY DANGEROUS PLEASE KEEP CAUTION'

FULL NAME: EDWARD ANTHONY CULLEN

AGE: 22

HEIGHT: 6'1

The news channel had shown a mug shot of him. His pearly white teeth and bright green eyes caught my attention as he smiled in the picture as if it was a school picture. He looked... happy to be there? There was no doubt about it, that it was him.

Jessica and I quieted down as he shot me wink and walked off with Lauren's arm down the path. The same path I had walked down just last night. I looked down at my watch, that was fortunately on my left hand because my right hand was sticky from... yeah. It was hard to bend and look over at my watch but I was able to see that it was 6:30 a.m.

"It's 6:30 a.m. Jessica," I whispered. I was still scared of what would happen to me now that I was in the hands of a killer. I think I would have liked it better if I didn't know who he was or what he did, it would have made everything so much easier. He had just killed one of my friends, and I had no clue how he did that because there was nothing around us that indicated with what he killed Lauren. I just hoped that he would take pity on us and let us go.

Jessica nodded her head in acknowledgement but said nothing. She still seemed to be shaken up from Edward Cullen and the turn up of Lauren's arm. It was terrifying to find Lauren's dead arm lying under my arm, but for some odd reason, I wasn't feeling the same remorse as Jessica was. I mean, anyone would be scared to wake up to a dead arm beside them, but that was it. I didn't feel anything else. No emotion or void of what happened. I don't know if it was me, or the pill that I had consumed last night because I still felt the numbness from yesterday.

"It's about time you woke up my Bella, I was beginning to think that you were the one dead and not your friend, what was her name?... Lauren." My eyes shot to Edward's form as he walked through the ferns again with an axe. A bloody axe. I was most definitely not his, who did he think he was?

"YOU FUCKING ANIMAL, YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND. Who the hell do you think you are." Jessica barked out at Edward. Go Jessica, I thought meekly.

He lifted an eyebrow, his hand tightening on the axe, but his voice was controlled, "Me? My name is Edw–"

"Edward Anthony Cullen." I responded curtly. Edward looked at me shocked that I knew who he was but he quickly composed it back to a neutral poker face. I didn't drop my pointed stare from his face, our eyes were glued together almost like a magnetic force. We were in combat mode, my angry and fiery brown eyes burning against his startling but fierce green eyes. His eyes narrowed at me but relaxed again and he grinned.

"Who are you Edward Anthony Cullen and what do you want?" Edward dropped his eyes and looked over at Jessica who looked a little nervous and angry that he was actually looking full on force at her. She seemed a bit shocked that she had spoken out, but so was I.

"Since Bella knows so much about me, why doesn't she tell you? Bella?" He looked back at me a devilish grin forming on his mouth. I shook my head.

Edward clucked his tongue in disapproval and walked over to the tree across from me where Jessica was tied up at and kneeled down beside her. Jessica stiffened as he ran his oddly clean hand through her hair, like he was petting an animal.

"No need to know where I am from, though my Bella may know anyways," he gave me a sly look but I stayed quiet and gritted my teeth at the way he spoke my name with possession again, "I like to kill people," Jessica gasped, but I already knew that much, "It's like a hobby, I enjoy the hunt, the kill, some people may call me a–"

"Axe Murderer." I cut him off again.

"It's rude to interrupt, my sweet Bella, but I will teach you."

That was it, I couldn't take it anymore, "I am not yours."

Edward didn't seem deterred by my glare but seemed to over look that and sense the slight wavering in my voice and his smile returned, "Oh, but you will be. Quite soon." Never in my eighteen years have I heard such conviction in someone's voice, and it quite frankly freaked me out.

"You're right though my Bella, people do call me an axe murderer and do you know why?," He looked back into Jessica's terrified eyes, he didn't wait for us to say anything, "Because I enjoy killing people with an axe, I think it's the best weapon for murder." I shuddered at the way he seemed at home with the way he spoke about it. "I like taking things slow, skin by skin, muscle by muscle, bone by bone, but I can get a bit fast and rough and leave things quickly if I'm not in the mood." Both Jess and I shivered.

"Do you get some sick pleasure from killing people with an axe?" I spat out.

Edward ignored my question and kept on stroking Jessica's hair. Jessica was as still as a statue, not a muscle was moved while he kept on petting her. After a few moments of silence he looked back at me, the mischief lighting his eyes again. "Oh, Bella, my sweet innocent Bella, you have no need to worry, I will never put harm on you, never, I swear."

That scared me even more, "We are done here then, you can leave." I replied shakily.

He shook his head, "No, not yet. I did say you are safe but too bad I can't say the same for your friend here." Jessica's shriek filled the air, as I watched in horror again as his axe swung out from behind him. The hand that was stroking Jessica's hair dug into her scalp and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to the axe. Her screaming died down and all was left was the heavy silence that filled the air.

"Y-you... no... not again..." The dull ache in my chest was starting to get stronger, and I knew that I needed another pill, "give me the pill, please." Edward was up before I even finished my sentence and was giving me the pill and water. I felt it wash down my throat again and I glared at Edward. I pushed him off of me, his bloody hands leaving finger marks on my light beige jacket. Before the sobs from Jessica's quick death could take me the numbness filled my body again, relaxing me and putting me into a quiet haze.

Edward was calm again as he spoke, "It had to be done, when I took you I couldn't let her go back."

I choked, "W-what? What do you mean, when you took me?"

He smirked and wiped his hands on his track pants, I told you, you are mine, and always will be, and I need to hunt somewhere else. People are getting suspicious."

"Excuse me? You just murdered my two friends, why can't you let me go, what could you possibly want from me?"

Edward's face turned dark and he looked at me roughly, "I didn't ask for questions, we are leaving now."

He started untying the rope that held me, and my body was jumping for joy that it would be free from the tight harness. "What if I don't come with you? Will you kill me too?" I tried to speak with as much vile as I could, but I couldn't keep out the nervousness in my voice as much as I would have liked to.

By now, Edward had finished untying me and I stood up rubbing my sore arms and legs, "No, I told you before, I will not hurt you, but I don't think this town wants to lose their chief of police prematurely." I froze.

I looked up at him and asked almost inaudibly, "You wouldn't."

Edward's eyes hardened, "Do you want to watch me?" I shivered at the way he spoke so honestly. He was telling the truth.

"H-how do you know about that?"

"Bella, you would be surprised by how much I know about you, very surprised." He seemed to be looking ahead of me, his eyes unfocused. This man, basically just gave me an ultimatum, either I go with him and let him do what he wants with me or let him murder my father. He wasn't playing fair, he was playing to his advantage.

"Fine, I'll go." I just hoped Charlie would find me soon and get me out of this sick mess, I'm counting on you dad.

Edward chuckled at my glare, "Excellent choice, no one wants to live to see their father getting murdered in front of their eyes." I shuddered.

Edward eyes softened as he lifted my chin up, but it was gone when I cringed away from him. "I'll keep you safe."

I snorted, "Yeah, because I'm going to be so safe with an axe murderer who may or may not know me more that he should. I feel so safe."

"Whatever, let's go." He grabbed my hand before I could protest and started walking deeper into the forest, the same way he took Lauren's arm. I shivered. He turned to look back at me, "What?"

"Where is Lauren's corpse?"

"Ah, I had a lot of fun with Lauren, I untied her, and let her have the chance to run away, you know how I told you I like the hu–"

"Stop." Edward smirked but kept silent.

"Why are we going this way into the woods?" I asked.

"My truck is this way."

I was confused, if he came from a rehabilitation institute, how could he have a vehicle? "How can you have a truck?"

"Someone gave it to me," I snorted, right, "after I killed him." He added as an after thought.

The silence gave me time to think. I'm guessing he left Jessica's hardly touched body there because he wanted to be quick about it. But in the end I couldn't stop thinking about how I was free willingly getting kidnapped by an axe murderer who could be a major psychopath.

A/N: Thanks for reading for those who did. I felt like updating so I just did. Edward seems a little bi-polar to me at times, which make me laugh because I'm the one that wrote him to be like that. You all love him anyways. Even though he seems like a complete freak sometimes. Whatever. Review for another chapter... soon I hope. Peace out.