Hello, all! I'm trying to be good an remember to post these dang chapters (even though some are too short to really be called that) but I have the memory of a goldfish, so most of the time, they will be late.
ANYWHO, don't forget to review! It really helps with the writing process and makes me a better writer (which is kinda the career I'm steering towards)
FYI: this scene is all mine, it didn't come from Criminal Minds (which I don't own)
"You always try so hard, don't you?" He asked softly, power-spraying the gore and blood down the drain. The old man's glasses spun like a twisted version of spin-the-bottle.
She glared at him from her spot chained on the wall, but didn't bother to reply. He'd broken her a while back, but occasionally the fire would rekindle. But it was always stamped out once more. Finding her courage, she bit out. "He was only an old man—there was no way he could've made it." She defended.
"Then why did you even try? Why add more wounds to your collection?" he sneered, looking down his nose at her shaking form. There was a new bruise on her side the size of a small dog, he could see the purple and blue stains through the holes in her shirt. "It would've been so much simpler to just break his neck. I know you can do it. I've seen you."
Tears began to fill her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. "I can't do that again." She refused to cry in front of him.
"And why is that?" his condescending voice was her least favorite sound in the entire world.
"Because I'm human." She snarled. His words were only fueling her fire.
"Oh, my dear." He chuckled, eyes cold. "You have sunk so low, you'll never see the light again. You guide innocents through a maze that will only end in slaughter. You are their Angel of Death, my dear." He tapped his chin, studying the tools of his trade. "Now, we have to decide what your punishment must be. You didn't get as far as you have in the past, but you cheated at little. And nobody likes a cheater." She had long since given up arguing with him about what 'cheating' was. He was the one with the knife, not her.
He stroked the knives, not sure what size he wanted this time. "I guess I get another pair of shoes for my collection, but there wasn't much to his anyways." He chuckled sadistically.
"But you'll never get my shoes." She growled from her spot, pinned to the wall like a butterfly.
With a roar, he lunged at her, blindly grabbing any knife and plunging it into her arm. She screamed through clenched teeth. "Take it back!" he yelled into her face, spit splattering her dirty features.
Pushing down the pain, she raised her head, the fire still roaring deep inside her. "Admit it, the only reason you have me here is that you can't stand that I beat you, and I did it on my own." Her confidence grew with each spiteful word that flowed from her cracked lips. She felt blood trickle down her chin. "You are so screwed in the head you can't take the fact that a 15-year-old solved your torture maze with plenty of time to spare. You're always gonna be second best, and you know it." Her eyes glowed feverishly and her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, both from the pain and from her speech. She hadn't talked that much in a while.
Her screams soon filled the air as he went to work. She'd pay for that.
Ta-da! I know it was super short, so I might post the next one the same day. Please review!
