Holy hell I love this chapter, I had a freakin blast writing this one way more than the previous two. It's long folks, fasten your seat belts for the DRAMATICA!
Note: Italics are POV, normal font is third person.
Warning: this chapter is very graphic and ruthless. Not for the faint of heart.
Amy Rose in: Bleeding Me Home Pt. 3
"FUCK FUCK FUCK! This son of a bitch is hard as a fucking rock!"
That was all that was going through her head, she was pinned down against the floor of her untidy bedroom. Something was seriously sticking into her back causing so much uncomfort she just didn't know what it was.
She tried to budge ferociously but once again luck was not on Amy's side, he was just too strong. "GET OFF OF ME! ...huh… WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER! I swear the first thing that I'm going to do when I'm done with you is dispose your corpse, secondly I'm going to clean all the blood and lastly throw it in a dumpster!" while leaning on her he watched her as she whined, burning tears were beginning to roll down her fragile cheeks.
"Leave that job to me Miss Amy Rose for I may be messy in my butchering ritual but I am a very tidy man and pay the utmost attention to decorum!" He hissed as his tongue flickered in the air, tasting her depravity and hopelessness, just the exact ingredients he was looking for. He cupped a single hand on her face wiping a trail of tear off her face.
"Don't cry..."
"Cooperate with me or things may hurt" she had no choice but to, enslaved and in the lair of the beast at her own home, this was her darkest hour. He took a roll of masking tape from his coat, Amy screamed as she saw him unroll a large piece of gray tape.
"NOOOOOO-MMMPH" His hand had muffled her clamorous screaming. She wiggled and gesticulated with such vehemence plummeting her energy. He had sit on top of her waist dominating her completely. With enough piece of the tape hanging from the roll he quickly tore a patch of tape with his cutting teeth and tacked it on her lips.
"Don't cry! Always love the one's you are to hurt for I am a passion killer with no time to mourn." He slapped her on her face, her skin quickly reddening in a pool of clear and healthy skin. She winced and let out a muffled cry.
"Time to bind you so you don't continue to be such of a hindrance, you seem to be wishing for a quicker death!" With that said he took out a sturdy rope and tied her hand, this time she was cooperating, cooperating in her infinite misery. "That's a good girl, like a lamb led to the slaughter"
Tears were now bursting from her eyes. Why her? She always thought these incidents always happened to other misfortunate people not her. The mind can fool and our judgments can be frivolous, sometimes we become so arrogant that we feel invincible, inviolable and with this mindset we continue to misjudge and gossip about everyone and everything, falling into a vicious cycle of mindcrimes. Accepting our minds as an apotheosis for correct behavior with our over inflated egos but when are victims we cry for innocence, standing alone and crying for help.
He picked her up as now he had bondaged her and sat her on her computer chair. He gave the chair a spin and watching her in episodes as she cowered and stifled, her tears glistening in ephemerality each time light refracted through each pure tear.
"Now, what to do with you" The beast of a lizard spoke as he leaned his head to a side while playing with his chin. He walked to the left and right of the room viewing all the trimming and trappings.
"I never thought you'd be such an untidy little bitch, but I surely enjoy the paintings. Are these done by you dear?"
She muffled trying to imply something. "What kind of answer is that? You unintelligent whore don't you know how gestures work? YOU NOD when you agree with something!"
She nodded…
"Such lovely paintings, we are both artists don't you agree? I'm an artisan of the morgue and a virtuoso of the visceral. Death is what delineates my picturesque! Our approaches are the same but for me the flesh is my canvas to carve at will"
He opened the side of his coat, holstered inside laid many sharp contraptions from precise mini scalpels to bulldog forceps glistening sharply under the lamp. Each was compartmentalized and located in custom straps and holders.
"You know what my favorite tool is? It's the lancet, attached by a No.18 blade! Used for deep cuts and scraping. But don't worry I don't like to butcher my victims, I like to dissect and reform and for that reason I represent you the No. 15C blade. Used for working with the chest during cardiac surgery and commonly used to make the distal arteriotomy during coronary artery bypass grafting. I like to tenderize my meat just like a chef would."
The tape patched over her mouth was completely soaked by her incessant sobbing and the pain from the gash on her abdomen which had tenderized. Traumatized and helpless time passed by as she breathed heavily her last breaths. What pain would it take to satisfy his abominable appetite?
The aggressor stretched his leather gloves like a surgeon would before a surgery picking up the bladeless scalpel and clicking the glaring blade into the slot, viewing it with complete mental keenness.
"eeny meeny miny moe
catch a victim by the toe
if she screams let her go
eeny meeny miny moe"
He sung the counting out rhyme while moving his finger in the air going randomly deciding which limb he would choose as his "canvas". "Ah, the right upper arm! A very juicy portion, wonderful for my blade to lick"
He ran the blade slowly on the flesh, constantly followed by the surge of blood flowing around the narrow confinement of her limb. She shivered as the burning blade run its course, the cut went from hot to cold, oscillating in pain. The next incision was long, without further delay and a hand on her breast he vertically guided the blade between her breasts and through the sensitive landscape of her milka flesh. Amy screamed in agony, his bestial perversions were arising and an astonishing rate, she was a living dissection. Her legs were shut tight for she abhorred the thought of the blade heading toward her vagina. He stopped right at her pelvis and took a stand back.
"Wonderful strokes, wouldn't you agree?"
She wimpered, didn't even have the nerve to look down into the crimson landscape. "CRITIQUE MY ART! BE GRATEFUL THAT I HAVEN'T SLIT YOUR GUTS!" She yelped as he ripped the tape off her mouth forcing her to look down. She sobbed vehemently seeing her vital fluids flowing freely "Please… Please… s-s-s-stop thi-this ma-ma-ma madness…"
"I feel nothing, the world has left me cold. The more I see, the more I hear it all leads me to believe in nothing. Existence is a stigma that must be eradicated and my misanthropy stems from my observances of my contemporaries. I am amused by their presumption, their vanity, their hypocrisy, or their unconscious villainy, by their intellectual and moral weakness. I am out to cull these pitiful beings, killing is the only pathway for salvation! For I cannot but conclude that we are the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the surface of the earth. I am not prejudice in my killing for it is everyone who I equally hate"
The outlook of the killer was maybe rather justifiable? Was anger the master of his plans he had rationally deliberated to carry on? This is his resolve, decisions that come about as a result of giving weight to resentment on one hand and sympathy on the other hand. Anger is in control of him, it is what gives reasoning to his killing.
"b-b-b-but what…wh…what…have…I…d-d-d-done?"
All of his claims meant nothing to Amy, how can she be justified to allow herself to accept her own death?
"That is what everyone says my dear, but people can't go on forever claiming purity and innocence can they?"
"Why do don't you just kill yourself! And rid yourself from the inhumanity that you speak of!" She spat in an acidic tone while sobbing even more.
"If I kill myself nothing will be solved, humanity will fester and rot and not a messiah to lead them! For I AM THE MESSIAH, the avenger of the weak and bedridden by the virus of the current state of events. Bringing forth a sacrificial annihilation, purification by fire!"
With truculence he incited his sacrosanct revelation, fury had enslaved his mind. For he was indoctrinated and blind. His calm tone had now shifted into that of a demon, the serpent was aroused by the blood he witnessed.
He took out the 18c blade and gashed her other arm. Amy couldn't scream for the pain was too much to bear, she felt like she was about to faint, she was losing blood and there was nothing to stop the blood, she needed a tourniquet.
"This isn't even half of what I'm possible of inflicting! In my book of torture there exists an apex of torture, it's an experiment. I'll start off by posing an interesting fact. Did you know that a decapitated head can see for about 10 seconds? My personal favorite is when I quickly take the head and hold it to witness its motionless body! You should see the look on such a face, it engulfs such lust in me!"
"I want to try something different, let's try something bigger and better! But seeing that I do not holster any big blades with myself I always tend to visit my victims kitchen where there is always a big chef's knife! No matter wherever I go it seems I like their kitchen best! I do hope you are a good cook for every good cook always uses the vastest of materials for a wonderful meal! Do you have any cleavers? Well I'd better go find out myself… don't run…" he gestured at Amy like a little child and finished his sentence with a jocose manner.
POV/TP SHIFT:
Ngh…I must do something fast! Amy, your life depends on how you act in these few minutes that you have! No…No time for suffering! What to do? WHAT TO DO? I have to untie this rope quickly then escape out the backdoor emergency flight stairs for I have no chance of beating this shit stain! Ugh, it's so hard to move, goddammit! Maybe if I just turn the chair I might find something on the table that is of use! There's always something on my cluttered desk!
Causing torque with her feet she barely managed to spin the chair 180 degrees to look for something. Suddenly something glistened!
My zippo lighter! YES! I just have to get up now, that coldblooded excuse for a living being has tied my pretty well! But little does he know that I'm a formidable fighter! A tough little rose who can be sometimes black as the night!
By luck she hadn't been bound to the chair. She struggled fiercely but managed to lift herself off the chair, looking at her abdomen and hands. She could see the blood dripping and sliding down from between her legs. She could feel tears welling deep inside her eyes.
No…No Amy! I…I mustn't… no time for tears, no time for prayers for, god has always neglected me!
It's good that I had that smoke today for if not for that my lighter would've definitely been lost in the back of the desk. Now to pick that thing up!
She knelt forward struggling to pick up the silver lighter, hopefully it was near the edge of her desk. Her hands had been handicapped to work with but she managed to hold the lighter in both of her cupped hands with blood running between her fingers. The steel had been stained by the running blood.
I just somehow have to burn the rope off my hands first. Fuckin' lighter, ah' there we go!
She repositioned the lighter in an upright stance ready to do some burn away the rope and breathed heavily.
I just hope I don't burn myself but I think I have gone beyond my threshold of pain so minor burns are nothing.
She flicked the lighter open and positioned her thumb on the wheel and gave it a few good spins. She sensed the heat as it gifted a sense of solace on her pale, cold and fear trodden skin.
Ok, now I just don't have to make a move and slightly cup my hands upward. Ngh…
The flame had caressed her skin causing her to recoil in pain but she held firm with all her will.
Yes that damn rope is burning, burn son of a bitch c'mon. Oww, a droplet of sweat just went into my! It burns! From cut's to burns, what next? Her forehead was meandering with streams of sweat, her body managing to recuperate into her current tribulation. Smoke billowed in the room as the flame burned its way reaching to the core of the stiff knot that held her hands captive.
FASTER! FASTER!
The flame had eaten its way into the core of the knot and was slowly about to determine her fate.
Fuck, I don't have much time! I think it's burned enough! Time to give things a tear!
With brute force she tore the rope and quickly tossed it aside. Fire was burning in her eyes, retribution was to be served… she looked at the her bleeding arm, the upper section of the wound had to be pressurized to prevent further blood loss.
I gotta tie that rope above my arm, it seems like the only way to prevent further blood loss.
She knelt down and picked up the rope using the table's ledge for support since her legs were still tied. Fastening the overhand knot with her teeth as she managed to successfully block the upper section of her arm.
This is just part one of my problem, how the fuck am I going to open that son of a bitch knot down there?
Suddenly she could hear clanking noises coming from the far end of her home. The killer was searching viciously for his prized possession, the cleaver for a body awaiting to be mutilated.
SHIT! I don't have enough time to untie that kidney busting knot! SEARCH AMY! SEARCH! There must be something here that could release me from the clutch of creeping death. I don't want to die, there is still so much I want in life, so many wishes and dreams, so many unfulfilled needs, and I must stay true to my promises I made to myself! I must live to live!
Abruptly she spotted her silver cigarette case, a thunderous bolt of thought blitzed through mind. Her eyes dilated in fear but relief at the same time, ambivalence washed over her.
SHADOWS GUN!
In a split second her mind analyzed that something was secreted in the secret compartment of her private safe where she took her cigarette case from. Her proposed plan to abscond didn't seem to be going to well, she had to kill for the first time in her life. Feel the embossed texture of a pistol on her hands and give the gift of death to her adversary.
Flashback
It was a few years back, when Amy and Shadow were together and of all the events and good times they had shared with each other today was of utmost importance. It was Amy's birthday and Shadow while not being the most sedulous party planner had managed to invite a good number of their good friends with the help of Rouge to gather around and enjoy her beloved's anniversary. He had reserved a night to party out at Rouge's club which was indeed one of the most salient spots to go clubbing and dancing.
At the height of the party everybody was on the dance floor, grooving and shaking to the blasting bass and captivating music of the hour. Amy had already danced her heart out to this point, so she was swaying back and forth gently beside the bar, taking sips from her Gin Ricky while the ice cubes rattled in the air as she signaled a cheer to Knuckles who had seriously burst out of his arrogant stubborn shell and was dancing the night away with Rouge. If there was one thing that could deactivate Knuckles recalcitrant mood it was alcohol.
"Hey baby, don't you want to dance some more" Shadow jived in
"Well look at you Shads, I never knew you were such a party animal" Amy said slyly as she put his arms around him.
"And I never knew how much the innocent Amy Rose was such an alchy!" He joked back, seeing that her cheeks had gone red and her breath nearly didn't smell as good as always and reeked of alcohol.
"Well then I guess it's at times like these we really get to know each other, don't we?" She said while tapping Shadow's nose.
"Touché, enough talking though woman! It's time to dance!"
"Oh! But Shadow my legs are about to fall off! Don't you wanna give your girlfriend some slack?"
"Slack? It's your birthday, if there's one person who should be out and about on the floor it's you! So stop being a party enema and get in!"
"Party enema? Hah! Look who's talking, Mr. Normally Grumpy I'm Too Cool to Dance!"
He swiped her off her feet cradling her in his hands and eyed her suggestively with the utmost authority.
"Hahahaha, Shadow! My drink is spilling everywhere!" She screamed and laughed with exuberance.
"Cedric! Take this drink, this girl complains too much!"
Cedric was Rouge's assistant at the club who worked part-time at as a bartender, famous for his dexterity and speed in creating the most explosive drinks. He was a hipster leopard with a beanie hat and funky sunshades, which everybody would tease him playfully for not taking them off even in the dark and dim atmosphere of the club.
"Yeah dude!"
"Oh my God! Is that Cosmic Girl by Jamiroquai? I freakin' love this song!" Amy screamed in joy!
With that Shadow carried her into the hodge-podge of the 50 plus guests who were getting down in the dance floor and mixed themselves in the festivity of the hour.
It was 3:30 AM and the party had eventually died down after the blowing of the birthday cake and the unwrapping of gifts and such, with nearly no one left Shadow and Amy left the club.
"I'll drive you home but there's something I want to give to you Amy" Shadow calmly said to her as he held her hands while walking towards his red Noble M600 sports car.
"Aw, Shads! You speak as if you haven't done enough for me! I'm really about to melt out of my indebtedness!"
"Hush, don't say that Amy. You are not in debt, love is not a contract of give and take. It's of unconditional love and everything I've done today is not because I'm obliged to, it's because I truly believe you deserve it."
"Awwww! Shadow! Let me give you kiss!" With that she kissed him on the lips and hugged him while she placed her head on his chest. "I'm really eager to see what else you have gotten me!"
"Sit in the car and I'll show you!"
They both got in the car, Shadow knelt and stretched his hand towards the glove box taking something in the form of a rather big and heavy looking black box with a red ribbon on it.
"Open it"
"Whoa, this is rather heavy. I wonder what's inside!"
With that said she eagerly opened the box as the moonlight shone off a shiny object in the box.
"Shadow… you got me a… gun!" She said in shock as her eyes dilated.
Inside the black case laid a Kahr P380 semi-automatic pistol which was customized with a small metal engraving reading "From Shadow to Amy"
Amy didn't know what to say, she was appalled and somewhat dismayed.
"Well do you like it?"
"Shadow…I…I…don't know what to say! It's a beautiful gun but I… I… Don't get me wrong Shadow, I'm trying to say this in the nicest way possible but a gun…a gun for a birthday present?"
"So? I use them all the time in my job. You don't how dangerous Station Square is, you need to protect yourself Amy while I'm not around. The city is filled with degenerates and low lives, rapists, killers and gazoonies."
"Yes… but Shadow… I don't know how I feel about this! It just…just…feels so foreign to me! I appreciate the fact that you care about me but I think you are over reacting."
Shadow was getting a bit angry with Amy's defensive stance
"Foreign? That's natural. I've signed you up for classes, from Tuesday you will come with me to the G.U.N. shooting academy. I will be your personal trainer. Everything's fine Amy don't fret"
"No, no, no, no, noooo you don't understand Shadow! A gun isn't an appropriate gift because it has a negative connotation! I'm sorry Shadow but I have to refuse your gift! And to partake in the shooting classes!"
With a sigh Shadow stared deep into the indefinite streetscape in front of him as he gripped the steering wheel in anger. An awkward silence had filled the interior of the car, specs of rain drizzled faintly on the windshield as a faint wind blew.
"Shadow… aren't you going to say something?"
He switched the engine of the car as it burst to life and smashed his feet on the steel pedal, the car accelerating fast.
"Shadow! Are you OK? What are you doing?!" Amy recoiled as she felt butterfly's in her stomach because of the car's powerful torque.
He gestured her to shush as he put his fingers on his lips!
"SHADOW! Would you at least drive SLOWLY! It's dangerous!"
"You don't know anything about danger! That gun is not the gift of death! It's a gift of life! You are too naïve to understand but I will show you now that you are gravely mistaken."
With that said he reached the intersection and performed a drift to his left then suddenly jammed the brakes and adeptly shifted the steering wheel to the right entering a sequestered alley.
"Get up!" His leather jacket rustled as he got out of the sports car. Leaving the car in a dormant state as its exhaust pipes roared silently.
Amy was shocked and frightened, was Shadow gone mad? She saw him walk forward near a dumpster and pick up a few empty beer bottles and placing them on a brick wall ledge. He walked toward her and opened the door.
"Didn't you hear me Amy? Get up!"
"Shadow what the hell are you up to?"
"Amy, can you at least in the course of these past 5 minutes listen to me for once! You know I will never hurt you, trust me!" He extended his hands forward in a welcoming but serious stance.
"Oh and before you do, bring your gun with you!"
Amy grimaced at Shadow "Ok... I just hope this thing doesn't fire by itself leaving me like a dead man on my birthday!"
"Don't worry, its safety lock is on. You don't know jack about guns Amy but I'm going to show you!"
She picked up the gun and gazed at it while it hung from her hand as she walked toward where Shadow was headed. It felt of alien origin but the compactness of the gun fit perfectly in her hands.
"Stand back and watch!" Shadow said as he stood a few feet away from the beer bottles. He fixed his feet and centered his positioning as he drew his SIG Sauer 1911 Nightmare semi-automatic pistol. Extending his arms he tilted his head for a sharp aim and fired 5 quick shots in succession shattering all of the bottles.
"YIKES!" Amy grabbed her ears in fright, flinching and squinting watching him fire the rounds with quick precision, she had never seen her boyfriend with a gun. "Damn, he's a pro!"
"Did you learn? I don't think so but in any case you have to test it here and now!" Shadow joked.
Amy gulped "Shadow! The noise! Don't you think it'll arouse suspicion? Besides I'm too scared!"
"Don't worry, I used to practice here when I was a beginner, most of the buildings are dilapidated and empty. That's exactly why I bought you a gun Amy, you are too frightened! You must shed your fear!"
With that said he picked up one big whiskey bottle and placed it on the center of the ledge.
"Now come here and give it a try! You won't understand if you don't give it a try won't you?"
"Ugh!...OK! I give up!" Amy said in a surrendering tone.
"Come and stand where I'm standing in front of, good, I'm going to show you how to properly hold a gun we'll go through details when we go to classes together but I'm going to give a general description. Carefully pick up your gun" Shadow explained as he stood behind Amy guiding her hand from behind
"90% of people don't know how to properly hold a gun. You don't need to extend your arms out fully and rigidly, that's what you see in the movies. When you draw your weapon your arm should be slightly bent to have some flexibility and to disengage easily, plus the longer you stick it out the more fatigue you'll feel in your arms which will affect your shot"
"What does disengage mean?"
"It means to bring your fire arm down and be on standby"
"As for hand positioning insert the grip of the pistol into the web of your dominant hand. With your thumb on one side of the grip, keep your middle, ring, and pinky fingers curled securely around the other side just below the trigger guard. Your index should be resting on the other side of the gun. It's as if you are impersonating the firing of a gun, much like a kid would." Shadow gave a discerning glance and monitored her position and fixed some of her errors.
"Good, now what you want to do right now is called marrying your thumbs. Bring your free hand and meet the thumbs right on the side of the weapon, make sure they are clear of the slide and hammer or you'll injure yourself. All you are doing is you are rapping your fingers around your other three fingers and meeting your thumbs. This action steadies your gun. Like this you see"
He showed her the proper method to hold the gun. Amy nodded in advance and emulated his hand positioning.
"Now I'm going to teach you how to keep yourself stationed while you want to fire at your target. First of all you don't want to open your feet wider than your shoulders. Your feet should be shoulder-width apart" Placing his hands on her hips "Your hip is your base and the center of gravity, you must be able to stand in a stable position because evidently you don't want to fall and lose balance and end up dead!"
"Uhum…OK" Amy said with uncertainty
"Secondly, don't stand flat footed! One can easily shove you! Stay on the balls of your feet somewhat like a boxer would. This gives you better movement and momentum. Bring one foot back and bend your knees and now your center of gravity has altered, now you can move and bend and counter. Combined with my first advice you can easily lean left and right and react to the subject's actions."
With that said Amy adjusted herself based on Shadow's descriptions, she was somewhat captivated and interested as she joked facetiously "Shadow I never knew you were such a fine and freak daddy teacher, just seeing you fire those bullets – while I literally freaked out – was really dangerous, in a good way!"
"Thanks for the compliment, and you are one fine attentive student! and may I say you look really foxy with a gun?"
"But you don't look foxy at all when you are wearing a cooking apron and acting like a total yutz in the kitchen with the cooking utensils. I'll attend the shooting academy classes on one condition!"
"And what may that be oh graceful rose?" he said to her as he put his head on her shoulder and whispered into her ear.
"I have to teach you how to cook!" Amy said as she eyed his head on her left.
"Bahahaha! You thought a gun was all badass, wait till you learn how to mince and dice with a kitchen knife without losing your fingers!"
"Ugh! What have I gotten myself into? OK fine, let's just get on with the aim!"
"Ok, listen up soldier! It's time to aim the gun. First you have to align the front sight with the rear sight, look with your dominant eye while closing the other. Hmm yes that isn't bad, just a little to the top"
"Develop you sight picture!"
"What does that mean?"
"Most people get confused on where should they focus their eyes? The sight or the target? The front sight is the most important part of the sight picture. The target and rear sight may seem fuzzy by focusing on the front sight, maintaining this sight picture is the most accurate way of shooting. The front sight should just be below the point of impact"
"Ok, is everything clear by now Ames?"
"I think so…"
"Fix your gun on the target and focus on the front sight"
"Load your gun, and unlock the safety at the left. Since your pistol is a semi-automatic you must load a round into the chamber. Pull back and release the slide, like this"
"OK!" Amy gulped, she was starting to sweat.
"Now to fire the gun!"
"Shadow…I'm scared will this thing fly off and hit my face?"
"No, don't worry, just hold still to your gun. It doesn't have a strong wallop, it's got .38 ACP rounds. And remember the bigger the handcannon the stronger the kick"
"Control your breathing, the best time to shoot is when you exhale so take a few deep breaths" Shadow said as he tapped on her belly.
"Ok Amy! This is it, squeeze the trigger firmly but before you do let me tell you that DON'T drop your posture after the shot and don't release the trigger too fast. Don't worry I'm right behind you."
"GULP! Ok, here I go world! Amy the assassin here to kill the evil whiskey bottle!" She felt like an integral part of the gun focusing fiercely as her hand slightly shaked.
BANG!
The gun went off Amy and Shadow both watched with amazement as she had actually managed to shatter the bottle! She kept her posture just like Shadow said as smoke and heat billowed from the gun.
"Oh my GOD! I DID IT SHADOW! I DID IT!" Joy washed over her face as she jumped up and do
"WHOA WHOA WHOA! LOCK THE SAFETY AMY!"
"Oh! Oh! I'm so sorry! Here, Here!"
"Don't sorry me, sorry the person who could be dead by standing next to you! But wow! You are one son of a gun Amy Rose, such a fast learner!" Shadow wasn't the type to get astonished too soon but he was genuinely amazed by Amy's sharp acumen.
"Shadow! It felt so strange but somehow I liked it. It gave me power, I felt like I was invincible for a second!"
"Don't get too cocky kid, think like that and you'll be at the morgue tomorrow" Shadow jocularly stated.
"Hey! That's mean!"
"Heh, don't worry we'll also go through reflexes. So what do you say? Wasn't as bad as it seems was it?"
"Well what can I say Shads, it was really energizing and dangerous! But I'm aroused by the danger! I like bad boys, and this gun is no different from you!" Amy said as she leaned and pecked him on the lips.
"Bad Boys? You haven't seen the stuff I deal with! Ever fired a grenade launcher?"
"Hell Nooo! I'd shit in my pants! I nearly peed in my pants just by a mere pistol" Both of them burst out in laughter
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Current situation:
With that the memory faded from Amy's mind. She snapped back as she could hear the killer tossing all her kitchen appliances all over the kitchen floor. "FINALLY! I FOUND IT!" he cackled ferociously.
With a burning and stern look on her face she hopped toward the open safe since her leg were still bound. The gun was behind a secret compartment, she opened the compartment and saw the gun glistening with a faint glow. She had never used her gun to kill anybody, this was her first serious use of the weapon. It had been a while she had practiced, she had hidden the gun because an emotional value was attached to the fire arm, and it reminded her of Shadow every time she saw it and instigated a feeling of emotional pain. She kissed the gun and held it in her hand as if she had kissed Shadow.
Check the magazine! It's loaded, yes motherfucker, yes! I'm going to call for blood! No tolerance you vile piece of shit!
She cocked the slide like a pro and hopped back into her seat as she tossed the tourniquet on her arm against the back of her bed. Blood had to flow, she had to seem authentic. Her hand was concealed behind her back
I know exactly what to do!
"I am coming! I hope you haven't ran away!" His sound vibrated through the hallway.
"Ah! Did you miss me? My, you have so many cooking appliances and knives! Seeing the extensive range I just had to pick the right one!"
She said nothing. He knelt before her, curious of her silence. "Why so silent my bleeding rose?" he extended his hands forward to caress her face
Amy! You remember how to draw? The quick draw!
"EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS MOTHERFUCKER!"
A look of terror had incited in his eyes right before Amy pushed the trigger
"NOOO-"
A spray of blood splattered on her face as chunks of brains and skull flew over the place some landing on her naked lap. Her body was colored by the blood of her tyrant, his reign of terror had come to an end. The body limply fell on her lap, she kicked the vomitous corpse aside as blood seeped on the surface of the floor. Now blood was gushing from the pulverized skull. Amy sat desensitized, full of shock, fear, victory and pain this was her bloodsoaked memory and the darkest hour of her life. Incinerating tears ran from her cheek she picked up her cellphone to her right.
Someone picked up on the other end of the line!
"Amy?! Is that you? I haven't heard from you in such a long time!"
"Sh-Sh-Sh-a-a-d-d-d-ow…." She couldn't speak anymore there was a lump in her throat the size of a boulder. She bursted in tears "aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"AMY! WHAT'S WRONG! ANSWER ME!"
"Th…th…th…tha-tha-tha-THANK YOU!"
"AMY I'M GOING TO VISIT YOUR PLACE RIGHT NOW!"
The phone fell from her hand into the pool of blood suddenly she remember what she had heard earlier today at the metro, what her favorite busker sang:
"What did I do to deserve such a fate
I didn't really want to get
Involved in this thing
Someone handed me this gun and I
I gave it everything
Yeah, I gave it everything"
CUT! I hope you enjoyed the finale of this chronicle. Please review and share thoughts!
Note: This part is optional but I wanted to talk about some of the themes I used in this chronicle and how they played an integral part in the development of the story.
1 - Amy is alone in the course of events. This reflects the ever growing isolation in our current society. What she has in her mind is only memory and it's the memory of her friends that have kept her functioning and sane.
2 - The theme of life and death and birthdays is prevalent in chapters 2 and 3. It's ironic how one can give a gun for someone's birthday and one can use that gun to give death. This extreme contrast was interesting to me.
3 - The killer tried to justify his hatred in a logical way. This means that sometimes while some actions may palpably bad our emotions can be given weight by our own reasoning. Emotions aren't blind.
