Err, so I'm back. I remember slightly what the premise of my chapter was that I was working on, but I decided against it. I am gonna rewrite a bit on the side as well. I got better at writing, I believe at least. I decided to explore this avenue instead. Expect LJ to make a return soon, and Jane too. That's for later though, Zalgo or Skin taker may be the next arc, we'll see. Let me know if you would like me to rewrite the previous chapters with this level of detail!
You may have notice a rating change. For my followers expecting a 'T' rated fic, it is no longer. It is 'M' now, for graphic violence and sex. I want to take on more mature themes. Remember kids, everything's about sex, except sex – sex is about power!
Now, TW for those who need it, graphic violence. And Sex. Lot of smut here. Lots. You've been warned.
Dani laid back on her bed, eyes closed - hands in prayer and legs crossed, reflecting on her own past. She thought about her mum, and how their lives went to hell.
Riley Ammons, 15, flirting with a handsome senior who wasn't going anywhere, despite her wishes to attend Brown.
Riley, 16, giving birth to a baby girl just days after prom, much to Freddy's dismay.
Reflecting on her first memory, Dani furrowed her brows.
Riley, 20 years old, tucking 4-year-old Dani into bed, comforting her daughter from the monsters under the bed while the real one was drunk outside the door.
Freddy Ammons, 22, bitterly yelling about their mistakes, yelling about shitty birth control and psycho bitches poking holes in condoms.
Daniella Ammons, clutching her tattered blanket as her mom shushed her, telling her it wasn't her fault; telling her amazing stories about her father's love for her as he pounded on the door. The door didn't hold.
Dani grew angry at the memory. "Disgusting." She murmured. She drifted away from home and toward school.
Seven-year-old Dani playing tag, her red hair flowing behind her as she climbed up the ladder, only to have her hair grabbed and yanked, acquainting her with the ground. Kids laughing as she spit dirt from her mouth and her tears wetting the ground.
Twelve-year-old Dani hearing sniggers about her ill-fitting second-hand jeans and tattered band t-shirt that was way too big. Teachers meeting about her 'home situation' and murmuring about 'CPS,' and how through all of this, she manages perfect grades.
Dani playing sports nonstop to keep from having to go home. Borrowing old cleats from other girls only added to the snickers.
Dani sneered at the memory of her mother's cold shoulder. 'Abandonment' was what Riley called Dani's extracurriculars.
YOU'RE LEAVING ME WITH HIM!
Dani's eyes flew open at the words her mother scorched into her mind when the news of Dani's full ride to the state university - 4 hours away - reached her mom's ears.
She sighed, pushing herself off the bed and primed herself for the hunt, no longer burdened by the past. She approached Jeff in the living room, grabbing his hand thoughtlessly; almost coldly.
"Sup?" He grinned, until he saw her face.
"I have...business to take care of. Care to join?"
"Of course." He let her lead him out the door. They walked to the car they stole the previous night, Dani taking the wheel as they sped off to a destination unknown to Jeff. Nevertheless, he trusted her. He understood where they were heading when they began rolling into the neighborhood they were in not a day ago.
"Are you sure…?" Jeff trailed off.
After some thought, a curt "yes" was heard. "I need your help. As much as I hate to ask for it- you know I do - I do need it. Unquestionably. If I falter, let me fail. Let her beat me senseless. I will succeed."
Jeff nodded. "What do you need?"
"A distraction." as they pulled up two blocks away. "Make them go to sleep." She pointed to the house next to her mother's. "Make them scream. Loudly."
They got out, and walked to the front of the car, surveying. Two men sat in an unmarked car outside the Ammon's residence. "They're your target. Lure them in, make them quiet."
"With pleasure." He grinned at her, manically. She grabbed his neck and forcefully pressed her lips against his; he responded by gripping her waist tightly before they separated to get the job done.
Jeff jumped through the window after sliding it open; sneaking through, he found it was a home to a young couple. He walked down the hallway, periodically tapping his knife on the walls and dragging it. He heard the bedroom door open at the end of the hall; his light footfalls suddenly became loud thunderous claps as he jumped onto the man.
"GO! TO! SLEEEEEP!" He roared, slipping the cool, unforgiving metal into the folds of skin and cloth that was the man's chest. The blade kissed his heart, the beating of which only deepened the puncture; the lungs quickening in panic as they deflated like balloons. The man's stomach, sputtering blood like shaken cola all over itself. Open and bloodied, Jeff was satisfied with the work. He looked to the shaking female in the bed. "Do me a favor?" He said, as he came in close to her. Her terrified, teary eyes pleaded with him as she nodded.
"Scream." He said, bringing the blade down onto her thigh. A high pitch scream echoed throughout the house as he twisted, her jerking motion only dragging the knife farther down the leg. Jeff grinned when he heard frantic banging on the front door. "Thank you." He said, dripping with malice. "Go to sleep." He said, unsheathing the blade from her thigh and ripping it across her neck.
Dani wasted no time when the men exited the car. She entered through the basement window she knew was always unlocked because it was broken. She slipped through the halls and headed into her mother's room. Dani looked down upon her sleeping figure.
It's too easy… the voice whispered. NOW!
Dani sucked in a bit of air, but too loudly. Her mother rolled out of bed quicker than one would imagine a 40-year-old would. She fumbled on the nightstand for the light, and froze when she realized who it was. "I knew you'd come back." She whispered, taking a step back towards the wall. Dani searched for words. Another step back from her mom. "You killed...all those people. I'm on the hook, for everything that you did. Millions of dollars in wrongful death suits. I owe it. Because of you." Dani's head dropped, hair covering her face. "And for what? I got nothing from you. No love, no gratefulness! You abandoned me. With HIM!" She screamed, reaching for the bat behind her dresser. She readied it.
"I NEVER MARRIED HIM! I NEVER ASKED YOU TO STAY!" Dani roared. "I was NEVER that weak." She growled. Her mother ran at her, and Dani couldn't force herself to move - to move against her mother. The other woman didn't seem to mind so much, bringing the bat in contact to Dani's stomach. Then her back as she fell to the floor. One more was added for good measure, barely cracking a rib. Her mother breathed heavily as her daughter lay there, unmoving except small breathing. The bat dropped to the floor.
SNAP! Dani chuckled; she predicted it would happened after all - her sanity broke. It was the push she needed. The giggle started low and became animalistic as she brought herself to her feet; wavering slightly, the pain only fueling her insanity. "Aha, hahahahAHAHAHA!" She laughed. "PAINT THEM RED! RED RED RED!" She screamed, jumping on the smaller woman, hands wrapping around her throat. Both hit the ground, Dani's hands wrapping tighter. Her mother clawed, scratched, kicked, flailed. Dani lifted her mother's head up and brought it down. Once, twice, three, five, ten, thirty. The skull was a bloody pulp before she knew it, the cerebral cortex oozing onto the floor. She scooped it out, spreading it out on the ground, just like a macabre finger painting. Out came the saw, slicing through the wrists, disconnecting each tendon with a snap, each vein with a pop; red dripped out in rhythm as the heart creeped towards exhaustion. Ankles were next; by then red dripped indiscriminately. She sawed into the sternum, cracking open the chest cavity and abdominal sac. She pulled out the intestines like rope, for the shit she was blamed for over the years. The lungs came out next for all the air wasted arguing. Lastly, the cooling, still twitching heart, clamoring for life; Dani considered it might as well have been ice. She rose, and walked out the back door, calmly entering the passenger seat, awaiting Jeff.
Meanwhile, Jeff waited for the front door to get knocked down, slinking into the shadows of the next room. He heard the thuds down the hall as one officer checked the man's body for a pulse, fruitlessly. He stood to look at his partner, but before that could happen, his frontal lobe tasted steel; death came from afar, as Jeff had gotten rather good with throwing his knife. Displease with how easily the first went down, Jeff charged the second, taking a shot to the shoulder. It only fueled his bloodlust; in a second the two men were struggling on the ground, the officer yelping as an antelope would under a lion. Jeff grabbed what he could and tore. Right ear? Gone. Neck? Clawed open like an animal. The officer gasped as air began to leak through the gushing blood in his trachea. Retreating only to get his knife, Jeff returned to fill the man's stomach with iron and copper, stabbing the knife down and dragging it the length of the stomach. Stab, pull, again. Stab, pull, again. The area once for digesting was mutilated into nothing more than a mix of flaps and mush, resembling a bowl of chili. Rising, he took pictures of his work, and exited the house. Glancing around, he saw Dani sitting in the car. He hopped in, and without a word, began driving.
"Any trouble?" She asked, a giggle bubbling.
"Not one." Jeff sang, feeling the gunshot wound already beginning to mend
"Beautiful. You're beautiful~" she sang in the same tone. She grabbed his hand, describing her venture, and his to her.
Upon return to the mansion, they were greeted by a few faces.
"What did you guys do?!" Masky asked.
"You were gone quite a while!" EJ piped up.
"Killed a bitch or five~" Dani sang dragging Jeff down the hall. Jeff gave them a thumbs up as they went down the hall and entered Jeff's room.
She pushed him forcefully onto the bed and climbed on top of him, the blood in their clothes mixing with one another. Crashing her lips onto his clumsily and hungrily, she ran her hands down his chest. Once at the hem of the hoodie, she struggled to push it up; Jeff sat up, answering her feral calls, only breaking the kiss to pull his garment off. Dani grinded into him as his hands explored her hips, forcefully gripping the handles and pinching her sides. The pain only encouraged her. They traveled up her sides, taking his torn t-shirt that she borrowed the first day with them, eventually going over her head.
He reached around, gripping her ass in one hand, her bra clasp in another; with a snap her breasts were free; she shrugged the garment off. Chest to chest they swirled together in tantalizing teasing, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts and hers unbuttoning his pants.
He gripped her backside for support, and stood up, taking her with him. Turning, he threw her on the bed, and sloughed off his pants; sensing his enthusiasm, she unbuttoned her own and tried to remove them herself, but not until he grabbed the ends of her cargo pants and slid them off her. His hands followed up her legs and grabbed hold of her underwear, sliding them off until there was nothing left. Being fair, he removed his own, taking down the obvious tent forming in the heat of this moment.
He went to climb on top, but Dani desperately wanted the lead; she wrapped her legs around him during a precious moment when his balance would be off, and yanked him down, enough so that she was now dominating the room. She pressed a kiss to his lips, distracting him while she aligned herself. Once satisfied, she lowered herself until she was at the hilt. She could help but to grin when the smallest gasp erupted from her psycho lover; for the time being, he was hers.
Gently she massaged his member with her own walls, allowing herself to adjust to his size; once satisfied, she moved up and down on him, riding him harder with every groan she got.
Jeff felt himself getting close, so he did the only thing he could - he pushed her off of him. Situating himself between her legs, he let his silver tongue do the talking as it explored the hidden folds. Her hand grabbed at his hair; he hummed in approval, making her pull his messy raven hair. He plunged his tongue deep into her cavern while playing with the sensitive nerve above, earning him involuntary spasms from her and a feral moan of pleasure.
Rising, he kissed her to make her taste herself, and plunged himself back inside. Pumping in and out while she was still spamming and clamping down seemed too much for him, and he released himself inside of her.
He rolled over on his back, and she laid on his chest; both eventually drifting to sleep, covered in blood and sweat.
