I know I shouldn't write chapters in advance but this kept nagging me and I had to write it out…Terribly sorry for turning your boy Allen into one of those psychopaths but it was fun. This if the fourth chapter and even I don't know what the hell is going to happen in here until I write it. Allen is quite the violent one when he's ready so please don't be surprised. This chapter is weirder than the rest and it was fun to write…I can't seem to stop!
Rated T for obvious reasons…Don't make me say it here
I don't aspire to own the series but as long as I can post this shit, I'm perfectly content
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"I'd...Are you sure you can show me things that James doesn't want to show me?" Allen asked.
"I am sure sweetie," she smiled. Something seemed terribly awry.
"I think I'll join you," he said untying her. Before he knew it, she had grabbed his wrist and held it tightly. Her grip was firm and like iron, he could feel his bones almost ready to break.
"I'm terribly sorry sweetheart, but didn't James teach you the rules? Never trust your victim…they can be deadly. And well sweetheart, I am deadly," she shoved him in the chair and struck him on the cheek, "I'm afraid, you'll have to be eliminated."
She hit him on the head with her fist and he hissed in pain. With one hand, she tied him to the chair before letting go. She looked at all three of them. They would be fun to kill. She wanted so many things from them. Sade wanted to hear their bones crack, maybe even snap. To hear them scream in pain; watch as blood ran down the corners of their mouths and to torture them slowly. She wanted to cut them up and watch their skin hang from the bone. To hear their muscles and blood vessels rip and see the blood run out from them. She wondered what their blood taste like. Would it taste sour or would it be slightly sweet? Oh the fun she could have with them. And she wanted to start with the little bastard accomplice of James. She picked her glasses up and put them on.
She reached into her pocket and took out a razor blade. It was dark and discoloured from use but it was sharp. But maybe sharp might not inflict enough agony on him.
"A razor blade? What can you do with a stupid thing like that?" Allen asked. Kanda and Lavi had learned to keep their mouths shut so they didn't even make a sound.
"I can do lots of things to you with this sweetheart," she came close enough to whisper, "I want to hear you scream…"
Allen sensed the smile forming on her lips. For the first time since his 'other profession' started, he felt a tinge of fear within himself. He looked straight ahead.
"I'll make sure to enjoy every moment of this," she stood straight once again, "I wonder what I'll do to you first?"
She took the razor blade in hand and went over to Lavi. Oh, she was going to have fun with this one. She touched the blade to his cheek and slowly brought it down, making sure to go deep within his skin. He gasped at the pain and she stopped at his jaw line. He could feel the blood running freely. Sade could see his blood drip down his jaw line and onto his shirt. She traced her finger along the cut, letting the nail scrape the inside of it. Lavi pulled away in pain. She licked the blood off her finger and stood still for a few moments before moving on.
"I don't usually do this to three people at the same time, so I guess you'll be the first to go but not without a little pain."
Kanda looked at her with shock. Nobody ever suspects the vulnerable, innocent little woman. She wanted to keep them alive for just a little longer; just until she was ready to deal with Allen. She pulled a pair of scissors out of her pocket and clutched the razor blade with the scissors. She took the strands on the left side of his face and cut them. She did the same with the right. She reached over and pulled his pony tail. Then she cut above the hair tie and let it fall to the floor. Why not give them a make-over before death. She closed the scissors and aimed for the arm. Sometimes it was a careful process, if not messy. When the aim was right; she stabbed him with the hair-covered scissors.
Kanda flinched; a sign of pain. But there were no screams of agony. She violently pulled out the scissors; she could her something rip; and then stabbed him again in the other arm. Yet still no screams of pain but she knew it hurt. Sade smiled…just watching him bleed made her excited. And when she was excited, bad things could happen. She bit her bottom lip; still smiling and pushed her index finger into the wound; scraping it as she went down. The warmth of the blood sent little shivers up her spine. She scraped at the wound when she took her finger out. Maybe a hiss of pain was enough…but then again, when was enough good enough? She stuck her finger into her mouth and tasted the blood. It seemed that blood varied in taste.
But she was just getting started. She laughed. It was the kind of laugh you get when something really funny happens; only this one had a twisted edge. But she had a heart, right?
"I'll give you two here a chance to join," she said, "You might even live…"
"I-I-I-I'll juh-join yuh-you," Lavi said nervously. He seriously thought he was too young to die. She turned to face him with an unreadable expression.
"Oh? And how would you plan to kill a person?" she asked.
Lavi gulped, "I would take a dull blade and slowly cut into them deep. It would take a while and I would get splattered with blood but it would be worth it. It would probably be kinda weird at first but I could learn to enjoy it. And when they are beyond the point of begging for death, I finish them off slowly…" he was just making things up as he went along but she seemed impressed.
"Who would you kill first? Allen or Kanda?" she asked again.
"I think I'd let the little one live to see how I'll be inflicting pain on him," Lavi shut the hell up after that.
"What?!" Kanda hissed. He was clearly trying to suppress the pain he felt from the stab wounds. But he made one mistake, his voice faltered. She smiled; she did manage to cause pain.
"Smart Lavi, very smart…But why should I trust you?"
She walked over to him and stood before him. Why should she trust Lavi? He was smart and he could be cunning. She sat on his lap and brought her face to his ear.
"Why should I trust you," she whispered, "After all, I have been betrayed in the past…"
Lavi felt nervous. The situation was extremely unnerving. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end and the fear was a little too much. His cut was bleeding profusely and Sade seemed preoccupied at looking at that and that alone. She wondered what it would sound like if his blood were to drip on the floor. Surely it would be fascinating…red everywhere. She got off Lavi and headed towards the door.
"Be right back…" she smiled and returned with something silver, "This is a barber's knife. It is barely used anymore but I got it as a gift."
She whipped it open and the blade gleamed in the dim light.
"I guess you're the first to go. It's been nice knowing you sweetheart," she walked up to Allen very slowly, "You would've made a nice accomplice."
"Wait!" he said, "It could still happen. Remember our plan? Kill James and become invisible; that was the plan-" A phone rang.
She went over and stuck her hand into his jacket pocket. Allen's phone was ringing. Sade smiled.
"Now, I'm going to put this on loud speaker and you'll tell him to come over. Say that you killed me and you want his help to expose of the body," she pressed loud speaker.
"Allen? Allen," James said over the line.
"James, it's me, "Allen answered, "I've got her and well…she's dead. You missed the fun. But I need your help to dispose of the body. I can't keep it in here any longer. Her other two friends will be coming soon and I'll be waist deep in shit when they get here."
"Okay Allen, I'm at your front door…house four was it?"
"Yeah," Allen silently gulped.
"Open you door and I'll help…this is what I've been waiting for…"
Sade hung up the phone and opened the front door, making sure not to show her face. James walked in. He was dressed in a blue jersey with a pair of jeans. His brown hair was in waves around his head. His cold brown eyes glinted. The door closed behind him.
"Allen, who's your friend by the door? Why the hell are you tied up and where the fuck is the body?!" James looked angry.
"The years haven't changed you…but the have changed me," Sade pushed him to the wall. James ended up hitting his head on a light. There was a three centimetre wide gash on his forehead. He cursed and felt something cold against his neck.
"What the hell is happening," James couldn't look around. He was spun around to face the person who held the weapon. He looked at the person confused. He looked at the thing against his throat and then it hit him.
"I think I know you…"
"JAMES, IT'S A-" Allen was silenced by a kick to the shin from the side. He didn't know where it came from and looked to his left, "You're seriously not on her side, right?"
"I can't say that I want to die so I'll do anything to stay alive…you see the sense in that, don't you?" Lavi asked him.
James had turned to face Allen and looked back at his killer. She was frowning and her dark brown eyes were cold and hard as stone. Her expression was serious.
"Sade Redd…" he said slowly.
"SADE REDD!" she stabbed him in the neck and rotated the blade in a circle. Then she pulled it out and stabbed him again doing the exact same thing. Blood sprayed everywhere, covering her face and upper body. It covered her in crimson red as she bared her teeth a bit. She tasted the blood that was in her mouth. It was disgusting and extremely sour. He looked at her with terror filled eyes. She closed her lips around her teeth to protect her from the blood that was running down her face.
"REMEMBER THAT WHEN YOU GO TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" she slit his throat in one fluid movement. His blood ran down his neck and into his jersey, soaking it. Satisfied she let his body fall to the floor and approached Allen slowly again.
"You think I'd seriously take you to be my accomplice after trying to help him," she pointed to the crumpled body on the floor, "You thought wrong but right. If you want to help me and gain my trust," she placed the barber's knife edge in his palm, "you'll have to torture that one."
She pointed to Kanda, who sat there in utmost silence. As Allen turned, she slit his palm. He hissed in pain and turned to face her again. She closed the knife and put in her pocket. She untied Allen and pressed into the wound, which bleed profusely.
"Bleed him," she said giving his the razor blade, "with this."
Allen smiled. Maybe he would learn a few tricks from an old cat. Sade put her hand on Lavi's head and stroked his hair. New accomplices were hard to find sometimes but she managed to snag at least one. Lavi shuddered under her touch. How could someone so damn cold feel so warm? It was creepy.
"You have a long way to go before can kill someone without leaving evidence." Lavi thanked God for letting him live but he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Allen approached Kanda very slowly, wielding the razor blade like a claw ready to strike.
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How am I doing? Like I said in chapter three about this…near the end gets kind of weird between the OC and Lavi…I don't know what I'm writing until I write it so I really guess it's probably the start of some twisted relationship. If you liked the story thus far, press the blue button that says review. If you hate the story thus far, press the blue button that says review. I take any kind of criticism so bring it on. Chapter five is on it's way so don't worry.