Aaaaaw fuck it!
You know, I was TRYING to write some of Revenge, but then this fucking idea kept buzzing around in my head, so NOW I have to write this.
WillowyWitch, I blame you for this. Did you HAVE to come up with such a cool fucking prompt? I mean really ... it's just not nice! And on that note, I own nothing, blah blah blaaaaah. Just onwards!
BTW, is it weird I was listening to Demi Lovato while writing this? Like her upbeat fun songs too XD 'Something That We're Not', 'Dynamite', 'Neon Lights', and 'Really Don't Care Actually' ... Someone PLEASE tell me if that's weird or not XD
"Aw no Princess." Beca smirked, her eyes glinting evilly. "We're just getting started.
Chloe stumbled as her captor roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her forwards. Mind reeling, and unabashedly scared out of her mind, Chloe couldn't even offer any sort of resistance as her captor pulled her through the wreck that was now her house.
Chloe stumbled forward, her foot catching on something solid. She looked down to see what it was; and immediately wished she hadn't. Seeing the dead body on the ground, drenched in blood with bits of brain matter oozing out of the hole in the guard's forehead, Chloe almost puked.
Fuck, what was happening?
Today was supposed to have been a good day for Christ's sake! Her mother was home, and it was her birthday! Now she was being tugged along by some psycho killer and her Mom was probably-
Holy shit ... her Mom was probably dead.
Tears pricking her eyes, Chloe stopped short and pulled against the strong hand dragging her through her house. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! No! This could not be happening! Her Mom couldn't be dead! But ... she had seen the bullet hit her Mom in the chest, saw her gasping for air. No, no, no, no!
"Let's go princess!" Her captor growled, grabbing her arm once more and yanking her towards the door.
Mind numb with fear, Chloe could only offer some token resistance as the short brunette led her around and over more bodies and jagged shards of glass and porcelain in the hall way. Squeezing her eyes shut, Chloe begged herself to wake up, to open her eyes and find out that this was all just a dream. An awful, scary, shitty ass dream, but a dream none the less. Forcing her eyes apart, Chloe felt a new wave of fear hit her as the neared the large double doors of her house.
This was happening wasn't it? Fuck, this was no dream, no nightmare. This was real life, and it really was fucking happening. Shit.
Once again pulling against her captor, Chloe finally began to fight for her life. If she was going to die, well, she was going to go down kicking and screaming the whole way. She was not just going to be led to her death like a sheep.
"LET GO OF MEEEEEE!" Chloe screamed, trying to pull away from the vice like grip on her arm. "HEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MEEEEE! LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BITCH! LET GO! SOME ONE ... PLEEEAAAAASE! HELP-"
*SLAP*
The hit sent Chlo reeling and effectively shut her up. Bringing her free hand up to her face, Chloe gently cradled her rapidly bruising cheek in shock.
Did that bitch REALLY just hit her? What the actual fuck? However, Chloe only had a second to try and resister this before once again she was being yanked along. Her captor didn't appear to have a care in the world that she had just slapped Chloe in the face. Well no, that wasn't exactly right though, if the cold smirk, and the hard glint in her captor's eyes were anything to go by. The psychopath who was kidnapping her was fucking enjoying this, Chloe realized with horror. Holy shit. She was being abducted by a sadistic sociopath. Holy fucking hell. This was so very bad.
Coughing, Chloe shielded her eyes as they stepped outside and into the bright sunlight. Squinting against the bright sun, Chloe actually puked when she saw the carnage outside. From her position on the porch, she could see several bodies, all peppered with bullets, all very, very dead.
Scattered along the grass of the lawn, there were large patches of reddish brown coating the lawn under the mangled bodies of the house guards. It didn't take a genius to know that it was blood. Wiping the vomit from her mouth, Chloe start to gag once more as she looked directly down at a headless body. Well, no, that wasn't quite right. Rather, there was the blown in, bloody hunk with flecks of white barely attached to the body. Retching again, Chloe witnessed first hand what a gun hit to the face could do at point blank range.
However, barely had she wiped the vomit from her lips once more when she heard and impatient sigh and she felt herself be pulled along the turf. Desperately keeping her eyes up, Chloe tried not to look at the lifeless bodies of the fallen guards or see the sickening gleams of white where bone was sticking out. Clenching her jaw, Chloe willed herself not to puke again. Fuck, she had to be strong right now. Who knew what the next hour might bring? There was no way she could think of an escape if she was puking and acting like a little baby.
Taking a deep breath, Chloe counted down from 5 in her head, and when she got to zero, she felt something shift inside of her. This was happening. There wasn't anything she could do about the people who her captor had just killed. Right now, she had to worry about her. Maybe her parents survived. It was a possibility, but what good was the likelihood of the chance if she never got back to see them? She was going to get out of this.
She had to.
Gritting her teeth, Chloe stumbled forwards as her heel caught in the soft soil of the lawn. Shit, why did she wear heels? Her captor either didn't notice or more likely didn't care about her problems however and simply tugged Chloe along, forcing Chloe to leave her shoe behind. Kicking the other shoe off, Chloe noted with some satisfaction she was able to walk a bit better now.
Chloe stopped short when they reached the red mustang with tinted black windows, hidden down at the bottom of the driveway. Shit. If she got into that car, she was going to be screwed. She heard the statistics, she knew the numbers once you got in the car, you were screwed. Plain and simple. Chances of survival dropped drastically, and her captor's chance for a clean get away rose exponentially. Fuck!
"NO!" Chloe screamed, trying to get away. "I won't go with you! LET ME GO!"
"Sorry baby girl, not your choice." Her captor smirked. "Now get in the car, or I'll make you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I don't care either way, but unless you wanna wake up with a massive head ache, I'd get in the fucking car!"
"Fuck NO!" Chloe shrieked, still pulling against her captor. "LET ME GO! HEELLLLP! SOME OOOOOONE! PLEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS-"
The blow came out of nowhere, and hit Chloe before she could even register what the hell had just happened. With a resounding crack, Beca's hand whipped across, slamming the butt of her pistol into Chloe's jaw. She was out cold, falling towards the ground in an instant. Before she even hit the ground, however, Beca caught the now unconscious red head before she fell.
Looking down at the unconscious red head in her arm, Beca smiled. Bringing one hand up to trace the full lips and to run down the gentle curve of her nose, Beca's smile grew. Gently brushing over where she had hit the ginger, Beca's smile turned even colder. Already, a nasty bruise was forming, and it looked like it would be quite tender for the next few days. Perfect.
Standing up, Beca laid Chloe down and turned her over. Pulling a bit of para cord out of her pocket, she then proceeded to tie Chloe's hands up behind her back. Hey! This one had a fire in her, and the Mustang was BRAND fucking new. She really didn't want to scratch it. Once Chloe's arms were secured behind her, Beca then picked Chloe up bridal style and carried her over to the passenger side.
Opening the door with her boot, Beca casually tossed Chloe into the seat and then pulled another piece of para cord out. Tying her hands to the seat, Beca took a second to admire her handiwork. Yep, this ginger wasn't going any where. Satisfied with her work, Beca closed the door and almost skipped over to her side of the car.
Opening the door and sliding in, Beca let a rare genuine cross her face. Oh, this was going to be a FUN next couple of weeks, most enjoyable, really. Starting the car, Beca turned on the radio and hooted happily when Avicii's 'Wake Me Up' came on. She fucking loved this song! HELL YES! Singing along, Beca pulled car out and began the long drive back to the safe house.
Three hours later, Beca pulled into a secluded dirt road, MILES away from any major road or city. As the car jostled and clunked, climbing onto the road, the passenger -well captive really - next to her started to groan.
Glancing over, Beca smirked and she watched the ginger finally start to wake up, moaning and fluttering her eyelids. Oh dear, it looked like she was in a lot of pain! Perfect. Chuckling, Beca, reached over and patted the girl's thigh.
"Almost there princess!" Beca chuckled, her smirk deepening as the girl flinched away from her touch and fear filled her eyes. "Aww, no greeting for me baby girl? Well, that's just not nice!"
"Wh-wh-where are we?" Chloe stammered, squinting and looking around. Pulling on her hands, Beca could see panic shoot through her eyes as she realized her hands were bound. "Fuck! Where are we! Tell me you bitch! And why are my hands tied?!"
"Because I didn't want to get into an accident?" Beca smirked. "This is a BRAND new car. I'd really hate to scratch it because some one didn't know how to keep her hands to herself."
"Fuck you!" Chloe spat.
"You wish!" Beca said playfully. "Now shut up and let me drive or I'll knock you out again!"
"I wouldn't even TOUCH you if you were the last fucking human on this planet!" Chloe spat out. "Now LET ME GO!"
"Dude screaming, not cool," Beca sighed. "It's really annoying."
"Screw you!" Chloe snapped.
"I thought you wouldn't even touch me!" Beca said in mock surprise. "And NOW you want to screw me? Well, that's a rather sudden change of heart. But hey, I won't disappoint. I'm sure that during our little stay together we'll get to that eventually. Now, shut it before I make you be quiet. I was serious when I said I don't want to scratch this car, and also, you're a REALLY boring person to talk to. Is your vocabulary only limited to offers for sex and demands? Because if so, then I feel bad for you. Bet you're only an average lay too."
Chloe opened her mouth to say something else, but seeing Beca reach for her gun once more, she shut her mouth. Smirking, Beca revved the engine and continued to drive down the dirt road. Hitting a bump, Beca bit her lip to avoid laughing as Chloe winced in pain. Right, she'd knocked the bitch out, so her head was probably going to hurt for a while.
Smiling, Beca suddenly slammed on the brakes, sending Chloe's head forwards and crashing into the dash board. Suddenly accelerating, Beca chuckled as Chloe's head slammed back into her headrest.
"What that fuck? What the hell did you just do that?" Chloe screeched, straining her bonds to try to rub her head.
"Because I could." Beca said, shrugging her shoulders, DARING Chloe to keep arguing.
For a second, Chloe just glared at her and gritted her teeth. Glancing over at the red head, Beca just smirked and continued to drive, not at all concerned that right now Chloe really wanted to kill her.
Oh well.
Her name could be added to the list of people who hated Beca and wanted to kill her. She'd love to say the list was long, but it really actually wasn't. Usually, people on that list ended up dead. But meh, Beca didn't really care. She was like the honey badger, except, she didn't have fur, long claws, and she didn't eat snakes or shit. Well, no, there was that one time in, you know what, never mind. Beca just didn't care, happy? She really was a sick fucked up little psychopath, and guess what? She was DAMN proud of that.
Nearing the safe house, Beca once again slammed on the brakes, sending Chloe's head forwards once more. However, this time, she didn't suddenly re-accelerate. Instead, she simply undid her seat belt and took her jacket off. Smirking, Beca forced herself to keep a straight face as she saw Chloe's eyes fill with fear as she pulled a long, rather sharp knife out of her belt.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Chloe stammered, trying, but failing to keep her voice steady.
"Well, see, here's the thing princess," Beca said, running the knife down the side of Chloe's face, laughing as she saw the girl's eyes widen in surprise. "You can't see the safe house, and since we're almost there, I'm gonna need to blindfold you. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring one, so I'll have to make one. I suggest you sit still now, or else, I might accidentally cut you. Not that I'd really care of course, but hey, my Momma always told me to be nice to guests."
"Is that so? Did she ever say anything about not KIDNAPPING AND KILLING PEOPLE?" Chloe snarled, her fear momentarily forgotten.
"As a matter of fact, yes, yes she did," Beca laughed, amused with the feisty red head. "She said that if you're going to kill some one, do it right, and to make sure you've already got a good dump sight BEFORE you kill that person. Oh, and she also said to have fun while you work, because really, if you don't like what you do, what the hell is the point?"
"You're a fucking psychopath," Chloe growled, "And your mother was a sick twisted son of a-"
"-You know. .." Beca said, interrupting Chloe. She gently ran the point of the knife down the side of Chloe's face. "I really am a psychopath; absolutely insane darling. I LOVE to see people in pain, and I LOVE to be the cause of it. But see, I also love my mother. She's dead now, but I don't let ANYONE talk shit about her, so I'd choose your next words carefully if I were you. Now, what were you saying about my mother?"
"You're fucking sick," Chloe spat.
"Damn straight I am princess," Beca laughed, "And now-"
"-And you're mother was a fucking psycho bitch too!" Chloe spat.
Angrily, Beca lashed out and brought the handle of the knife down onto the back of Chloe's head. Immediately, the red head slumped forwards, out cold, but Beca didn't give two shits. The bitch did NOT just fucking go there. Grabbing Chloe's shoulders and pulling her close, Beca snarled.
"NEVER EVER call my mother that again," Beca growled, not caring that the woman in her arms was completely unconscious.
Breathing heavily, Beca resisted the urge to stab the bitch right then and there. Fucking hell. Angrily, Beca stabbed the red head's seat, literally only a millimeter away from the girl's head. Letting go of the blade, Beca forced herself to relax. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, right? Isn't what her counsellor said?
True, she DID stab the old guy, but he had a point. Breathing deeply, Beca closed her eyes and willed her rage to subside, at least for now. She needed the bitch alive for now, and a second of anger really wasn't worth her life. She could have all the fun she wanted with the red head later, but for now, she had to get the girl to the house.
And the bitch was going to suffer for making her damage the inside of her new car.
Smiling, Beca started the car once more. Yeah, soon, the bitch was going to know pain, and Beca was going to teach her. That would be fun. And hey! At least now she didn't have to make a blindfold or anything. Every cloud and silver lining shit, right?
Humming to herself, Beca drove the rest of the way to the house happily, already beginning to make plans for how she was going to make the red head pay.
AAAAAAAAND cut! So, how was that aca-bitches? Anyone else think Beca's a bit psychotic? I think so ... maybe I should move this to the humor category, because really, I find her character hilarious! No? No one else? Fine, be that way bitches! Your loss! You know what? Screw it, just on to my lovely mortals now!
Rizzlesmyiles: Hey babe ;) And mate, isn't EVERYTHING I do just awesome? And babe, we're not even at the creepy yet. I've got big plans, and we're only getting started here. And come on. Jesse? Really? No FUCKING way he'd have the fucking balls to do ANYTHING I have planned.
Whatizthiz: Alright, you're sadistic. But then, what does that make me? lol, but yes, to help ease you're curiosity, i will tell you this, and only this. You're not gonna find out anytime soon ;) And mate, don't even TRY to guess any of this. I'm doing this classic Alex style, and NOTHING will be as it seems. Might wanna get your seat belt on, because its gonna be a wild ride ;)
cxcxcx386: Mate, I'm not even sure if this will be your cup of tea. Probs not, but hey, its cool your reading this :) You won't find out for a while, and I've actually had to sketch some shit out to keep track of all the things I want to introduce XD
WillowyWitch: You know, i write this for you, and some random guest is my first reviewer, not you. I feel like I should be hurt babe. but then again, meh. I get it, you actually have a life. You don't have words to thank me, but I'm sure you'll think of SOME way to thank me ;) Hope this was a good enough chapter babe :)
Guest: Well, SOMEONE seems to like this. Done mate!
To everyone else: You're all a bunch of sadistic psycho fuckers, you know that? You all want to read about Beca torturing Chloe? Shame on you! lol, nah, thank you all so much for the lovely response, and I'll get back to this shit soon! You know, I'm a little torn on what to write next. More of this, DWH, LOAD, Revenge, or should I write some Bullshit? God, I seriously am doing WAY to many things right now. Reviews are great guys, and if you want this to get prioritized, just keep the great response up, and you'll definitely see another chapter soon!