Hi all….I am back and now better then ever…I think! ^_~ Chapter 10 is
here!!: As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like….
excited! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Yay!, it about to get
even more gory, so keep reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~
AN: Final Chapter of Yamcha bashing! This will get bad, so Yamcha fans….don't kill me!! LOL
Special thanks to SSJPrincess and Midnight once again for helping me yet again with this chapters plot! You go girl! You're such a sweetie peep! ^_^ If it had not been for these two ladies, I would have been stuck for weeks on this one chappy.
Thanks to for all those who sent in 45+ reviews!
WARNING!: GRAPHIC SENCES AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AHEAD!! Bloody senses. All those who have weak stomachs, turn around now! Remember!, don't flame me, you have be warned!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Ten
Meanwhile…
Brit hummed to herself, brushing her golden brown hair. Feeling the soft breeze coming from the open window, Brit closed her eyes and thought about Yamcha. Her newfound lover who swept her off her feet the first time his smile fell upon her. Smiling dreamily, she finished with her hair with the thought of Yamcha still in her mind.
Going into her bathroom, she looked into her mirror and saw her flawless reflection looking back at her. Still smiling, but now in satisfaction, she pulled her hair into a bun and got ready for a hot bath before Yamcha came over. She didn't want to smell. Especially since tonight they were going to get frisky. Brit giggled at that thought. She did love it when he got frisky with her.
Pulling off the rest of her garments, she pulled on a robe and started the water. Stream
Came from the faucet as the hot water fell into the porcelain tub. While the tub filled, Brit went into the hallway to get a few towels that she would need for afterward. Pulling the robe closer to her naked body, Brit started to walk to her bathroom when all of a sudden a voice that seems to float into the room, filled her ears.
"1…2…I've come for you…"
Brit stopped dead in her tracks. 'What was that?' she asked herself. Turning around in the empty hallway, all she saw was darkness and a pale light from the streetlamp that illuminated from outside the house. Investigating further, Brit slowly inched her way to the door that lead into the living room. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rasps as she peeked her head into the living room. When she saw nothing, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Turning around, she headed for the bathroom, but she was cut short in her tracks again by an evil laugh echoing in the room. Brit froze in fear. Someone was in her house!
Turning around on her heels, she now faced the same door that lead into the living room, but something was different. Amidst in the glow of the dim light, a eerie shadow
Shown on the white wall that was in the living room. Brit took a step back. It was a figure of a man. Brit heart started to pick up the pace, beating faster as she watched the shadowy figure. Then it moved. Brit's heart stopped. It moved slowly towards the door. It seems like slow motion as the figure came into view.
"1…2… I've come for you," he said as he raised his ax into the air.
Brit screamed. As he approached, Brit legs grew less and less in active, but she found herself moving every step. The Watcher came closer and closer, an evil smile crossed his lips and he closed in on his victim. Brit's eyes widen as she found herself closed in. But she did have one choice, run to her room. In her room was a window. She could climb out and go for help. But as if he heard, The Watcher lifted a pale figure and did a mocking motion. "Na-uh! Bad little girl! That's not going to work," he taunted. Brit began to shake. 'Oh no…" her heart fell.
Finally coming to her senses, she turned and ran leaving a laughing maniac behind. Running to her room, she slammed it shut, locking the door. Breathing heavily, she leaned up against the door, trying to slow down her racing heart. Brit's fears didn't diminish, because when she was about to move, the ax cleaved into the wood, causing a piece of the ax to show through on Brit's side of the door. Brit screamed and stumbled backwards, trying to avoid the door. The piece of metal showing drew out of sight and hit again and again, causing the door to splinter from the seems. Brit shook as she desperately tried to find something to defend herself. She found nothing. Her heart raced and she began to sweat rain as she watched the door. Three more times the ax cleaved the fragile wood.
Holding her breath, Brit waited for more of the heavy bashing to her bedroom door. But nothing happened. Looks around, letting her break come out in shaky rasps, she felt uneasy in her room. When 15 minutes passes and nothing but the soft winded that shook the branches outside could be heard, Brit started to feel relieved. That is, until she felt hot breathe on her ear. "Scream for mercy which you will not receive" his hot icy voice sent frightening shivers up her spine. Brit's heart pounded 100 miles an hour as she screams and ran away, not looking back. The same evil laugh as before echoed and bounced off the walls of the tiny room.
But just when she was about to reach the door, something hit her hard it the back. Pain shot through her entire being. Crying out, she hit the floor with a thump, landing on her stomach, her entire body began to hurt. Blood seeped through her cotton robe and began to drip on the flush white carpet. Brit began to feel dizzy and weak, but will all her strength; she crawled out the door and through the hallway. She could hear The Watcher's footsteps following her in a mocking pursuit. Brit could hear voice. Jabbering voices race through her head. They were as clear as day as she listened with a clouded mind.
"Run"
"Hide"
"You're time has come"
"To late…"
These voices rang through her head even then when she fell into the living room. As she made her way, she left a thick trail of crimson blood on the ground in her wake. Brit's heart raced. She knew was going to die. She could see it now. Suddenly, lightening
flashed outside, causing all light to dim out all except for the streetlight glowing from outside. Feeling her insides tighten up, Brit tried to stand, but couldn't because of how numb her legs felt. All she could was struggle against the pain while she crawled with all her strength to get away from her attacker. Fighting against her throbbing back and screamed out in pain, she tired to stand again, only to fall down hard into the awaiting coffee table below her.
The Watcher watched as his prey struggled against all the odds to get away. He, even now, was impressed. He watched her stumble and fall into a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Raising the ax high, he aimed it for her skull, closing in for the final blow.
Brit looked up at her attacker, feeling herself grow weaker. When her eyes meant his stare, she saw him standing above him, ax in hand, preparing for the killing blow.
Her heart stopped and her own eyes filled with tears as she saw the ax rise up and come down with lightening speed. Before the ax cleaved into her skull, she whispered…
"Yamcha…"
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Yamcha pulled his coat tightly against his body, feeling the chilling breeze blow around him. On his way to Brit's house, Yamcha thought long and hard about his new relationship with Brit and the old one he have had with Bulma. He realized tonight he didn't love her, but he did care for her. He thought of all those years they had been together and what they have been through. He remembered the first time he saw her. She was so young and beautiful. Now, as a full grown adult, she was even more beautiful and electric then ever before.
As Yamcha walked up down the street, only a mere block from Brit's place, he heard overheard a clasp of thunder. "Oh no" Yamcha said with a frown. He didn't want to get rained on. Then it thundered two more times before the rain began to fall. Slowly at first, then it picked up. Yamcha pulled his jacket closer to him, trying to stay dry as possible. 'Man, why did I just take my hover car!' he scowled himself as he finally made it to Brit's. Freeing his jacket from the raindrops, he brushed his shoes off from any access rain, then just when he was about to know on the door, he stopped his hand in mid air when he saw the door slightly a-jar. Yamcha's froze. 'Why is her door open?' he asked himself. Then he thought of the unthinkable. Could there be a burglar in her house? Or maybe a rapper that had come while he was gone? Yamcha didn't like the thoughts that plagued him.
Running in, forgetting of the dangers that could be in the house. He scanned the small door hall that lead to the living room and the kitchen. Bypassing the kitchen, he crept into the living room. Peaking his head from the corner of the doorframe, he looked around. He saw, to is horror, blood everywhere. It had spattered on the couch, table, and a few ways. It was on the white carpet in small pools that has long since sunk in.
Yamcha moved into the living room more, looking around at the tragic scene in from of him. His mouth was wide as he looked around.
Turning around on his heels, he saw more of the crimson blood all around the area. He was in shock and horror. 'Who did this?' he wondered.
"Wouldn't you like to know…" a eerie voice graced the darkness.
Yamcha's heart leaped and his entire body froze in its place. "Wh…who's there?" he asked in a shaky voice. That same dark voice laughed a dry laugh that filled the entire room.
"I'm something else…" it mocked from nowhere, but somewhere that seemed far off.
Yamcha gulped. Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He could feel the eerie new figure's presents in the room, causing a haunting aura to seep to the surface.
He could also hear the figures rasps breath and hear its footsteps echo in the room like they were in a empty cave. Looking around it rasps breaths, Yamcha tried to find the figure, but only could see shadows and a faint glow of light from the streetlamp that was outside. Suddenly, a loud clasp of lighting brought a bright light into the room, causing Yamcha to take a good look at what was inform of him. When he saw it, he screamed. He saw a terrorably mangled lifeless body that belonged to his new lover Brit.
"Oh Kami no" he whispered in horror. He saw her body in all sliced up in sickening slices that cut so deep, it revealed the tissue underneath. He looked to see that her once beautiful face held a look of sere terror as she looked up at her attacker. Her skull was cleaved it, a big gash where something big looked as if it had been thrashed into her head. Blood poured from the wound, onto her face and down her body. Her belly, which had been sliced up from sternum to navel, was gashed open and pulled apart. The internal organs that once was held by the skin, was now hanging out of the body, blood dripped from the guts that hung loosely from the body. On the carpet underneath, there was a big puddle of blood that had seeped and widen to a 3 feet pool of still wet blood. Yamcha also saw that she was on the wall. When he saw what held her up, he choked. Four jaggedly serrated knives were punched through her hands and feet. Above her head, in letters in crimson blood, it read:
"THE WATCHER"
Yamcha held his stomach and felt it turn. He could feel the rising chunks come up in his throat. Bending down, he threw up all over the carpet. Seeing stars fill his vision, he looked up at Brit. Her body still in a froze terror as if she had watched him before she finally killed over after all the blood loss from all the wounds inflicted. "Oh…my God…what happened?" he asked out loud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His new lover he met just a few weeks ago, now hung lifelessly in a blood disaster. Hearing the rain fell hard outside, he turned away from the sight that was so gruesome it could make even the toughest man crumble.
Trying his legs, he stood up on wobbly legs. He felt so weak. He was about to fall to the ground, when the lightening from outside flashed again. He looked up again and saw a looming figure in the dim light from the streetlamp. It laughed, and then raised his ax, which was still bloody from his first victim.
"1…2…I'm coming for you" he horsed out, sending cold shivers up and down Yamcha's spine. Walking forward, The Watcher pounced.
Yamcha screamed, dodging the ax as it cleaved down in blinding speed. Instead of hitting Yamcha, it hit the ground with such force, the ground where the ax blade hit there was a huge hole where the ax penetrated the wood. The Watcher growled, and swung his ax again. Yamcha dodged, running for the door, he ran out into the rain and took off. As he flew off, he heard the eerie voice ring in the wind.
"I'm coming…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yamcha landed with a thud, causing himself to fall heavily on the ground. Soaked from head to toe, muddy from the mud, and sweat poured from him as he ran/crawled into his house slamming the door behind him, locking his door behind him with ever lock he had put on his door. Sliding down, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to get away from the horror scene he just witnessed.
A few minutes passed and he was calmer. Looking around, he knew he ad to call the police and tell them that there was a murder. So, getting up on shaking legs, he went to his phone. He picked it up and listened for the dial tone. There was none. It was dead. Yamcha frowned and put the phone back on the receiver. 'Hum, the storm much have knocked out the power' he thought.
"I don't think so Yamcha" that same eerie voice rang in his ears as if the guy was actually right beside him.
Yamcha's heart started to race. 'How…I mean how could he follow me?' he's eyes went wide as he turned around to face his aggressor. With shaking legs that seems to turn to putty, he saw the watcher looking at him, an ax in his right hand. The Watcher's black robe blew as if there was wind that drifted into the room, but all the windows and doors were closed and locked tight.
"You will never know…" he said, then he laughed. A Laugh that made Yamcha's blood run cold. Then, The Watcher lunged at Yamcha.
Yamcha was shocked at first, but then came in his senses. Dodging the ax, he ran into the other room. As soon as he turned the corner, The Watcher swung the ax. Out of instinct, Yamcha ducked. The serrated ax cleaved into the wall. The Watcher jiggled the ax, it wouldn't budge from the wall it hit hard into. The Watcher roared and let it go, leaving the ax submerged in the walls surface. Whipping out his knife, the watcher began his hunt again.
Yamcha was now in his room, hiding in the darkness. The rain that had stopped suddenly, slit the clouds and allowed a full moon's light to caress the room in an unearthly glow. It was dead quiet, all except for Yamcha's heavy breathing.
Suddenly, there was a might slam that mad rocked Yamcha's senses. The Watcher slammed his body full force against the wooden door, trying to break it down. Yamcha didn't want to power up in fear of killing someone nearby, so he stood near helpless in his bedroom. Finally, after 10 good hits, the door busted down and in came The Watcher. Yamcha was finally fed up with this chase. If he were to die, he would die looking at this attack in the eye. A warrior's death. Standing in front of his aggressor
And prepared to fight.
The Watcher laughed. "my my…what do we have here? A warrior trying to die nobly. What a pity. I was hoping for fear" He mocked a bow and said with a sneer, "Oh by all means…attack me Yamcha. But it's useless, I can't die" he said taking a step forward, coaxing Yamcha into trying.
Yamcha lunged forward, punching at the watcher. The Watcher laughed and help out his hand, causing Yamcha is hover frozen in place. Yamcha tried to move, but he couldn't budge an inch. "What did you do to me!?" he cried out.
The Watcher smirked then frowned, "Your mine boy…now die" he said with a hiss. Tossing Yamcha into the wall, Yamcha hit with a force that would make Freeza winch.
When Yamcha hit, he made a huge dent into the wall's surface. Yamcha got the wind knocked out of him, he saw stars and gasps for breath when he landed on the ground.
Yamcha looked up with half-open eyes. He saw the Watcher bend down and pick him up to face him.
I have decided" he started, "To spare your pathetic life. But oh, don't misunderstand. You're not going to live without getting mangled first." He then raised his knife. "But boy, you will wish you had of died when I got through with you." And with that, The Watcher brought down his knife in lighting speed into the terrified Yamcha. Blood seeped from the wounds as The Watcher cleaved into him. When the Watcher was done, he dropped Yamcha on the floor.
Yamcha couldn't move. The pain was unthinkably unbearable. Blood from the multiple wounds inflicted, began to cause a small pools around Yamcha's battered up body.
The Watcher looked down at Yamcha. Then raising his hand, he chanted a few words in Latin, the smiled evilly. "Sleep boy, for when you wake up, your doom will come" then he vanished.
Yamcha felt the strange energy come on him. It was hot a first, then it died down. Yamcha's eyes fell and he went into a deep, deep sleep-like state. Only to be bombarded of the more terror and gruesome things he could have ever imaged or comprehend.
Hi all you peep. * Whips away sweat * Whew! That was thee longest Chappy I ever did! Man! I am so tired! LOL So, tell me what you think!! Bad? Good? Awesome!? Wha?? Let me know. R/R welcome. Constructive flames are welcome too, but only if they are for constructive purposes only. Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~
AN: Final Chapter of Yamcha bashing! This will get bad, so Yamcha fans….don't kill me!! LOL
Special thanks to SSJPrincess and Midnight once again for helping me yet again with this chapters plot! You go girl! You're such a sweetie peep! ^_^ If it had not been for these two ladies, I would have been stuck for weeks on this one chappy.
Thanks to for all those who sent in 45+ reviews!
WARNING!: GRAPHIC SENCES AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AHEAD!! Bloody senses. All those who have weak stomachs, turn around now! Remember!, don't flame me, you have be warned!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Ten
Meanwhile…
Brit hummed to herself, brushing her golden brown hair. Feeling the soft breeze coming from the open window, Brit closed her eyes and thought about Yamcha. Her newfound lover who swept her off her feet the first time his smile fell upon her. Smiling dreamily, she finished with her hair with the thought of Yamcha still in her mind.
Going into her bathroom, she looked into her mirror and saw her flawless reflection looking back at her. Still smiling, but now in satisfaction, she pulled her hair into a bun and got ready for a hot bath before Yamcha came over. She didn't want to smell. Especially since tonight they were going to get frisky. Brit giggled at that thought. She did love it when he got frisky with her.
Pulling off the rest of her garments, she pulled on a robe and started the water. Stream
Came from the faucet as the hot water fell into the porcelain tub. While the tub filled, Brit went into the hallway to get a few towels that she would need for afterward. Pulling the robe closer to her naked body, Brit started to walk to her bathroom when all of a sudden a voice that seems to float into the room, filled her ears.
"1…2…I've come for you…"
Brit stopped dead in her tracks. 'What was that?' she asked herself. Turning around in the empty hallway, all she saw was darkness and a pale light from the streetlamp that illuminated from outside the house. Investigating further, Brit slowly inched her way to the door that lead into the living room. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short rasps as she peeked her head into the living room. When she saw nothing, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Turning around, she headed for the bathroom, but she was cut short in her tracks again by an evil laugh echoing in the room. Brit froze in fear. Someone was in her house!
Turning around on her heels, she now faced the same door that lead into the living room, but something was different. Amidst in the glow of the dim light, a eerie shadow
Shown on the white wall that was in the living room. Brit took a step back. It was a figure of a man. Brit heart started to pick up the pace, beating faster as she watched the shadowy figure. Then it moved. Brit's heart stopped. It moved slowly towards the door. It seems like slow motion as the figure came into view.
"1…2… I've come for you," he said as he raised his ax into the air.
Brit screamed. As he approached, Brit legs grew less and less in active, but she found herself moving every step. The Watcher came closer and closer, an evil smile crossed his lips and he closed in on his victim. Brit's eyes widen as she found herself closed in. But she did have one choice, run to her room. In her room was a window. She could climb out and go for help. But as if he heard, The Watcher lifted a pale figure and did a mocking motion. "Na-uh! Bad little girl! That's not going to work," he taunted. Brit began to shake. 'Oh no…" her heart fell.
Finally coming to her senses, she turned and ran leaving a laughing maniac behind. Running to her room, she slammed it shut, locking the door. Breathing heavily, she leaned up against the door, trying to slow down her racing heart. Brit's fears didn't diminish, because when she was about to move, the ax cleaved into the wood, causing a piece of the ax to show through on Brit's side of the door. Brit screamed and stumbled backwards, trying to avoid the door. The piece of metal showing drew out of sight and hit again and again, causing the door to splinter from the seems. Brit shook as she desperately tried to find something to defend herself. She found nothing. Her heart raced and she began to sweat rain as she watched the door. Three more times the ax cleaved the fragile wood.
Holding her breath, Brit waited for more of the heavy bashing to her bedroom door. But nothing happened. Looks around, letting her break come out in shaky rasps, she felt uneasy in her room. When 15 minutes passes and nothing but the soft winded that shook the branches outside could be heard, Brit started to feel relieved. That is, until she felt hot breathe on her ear. "Scream for mercy which you will not receive" his hot icy voice sent frightening shivers up her spine. Brit's heart pounded 100 miles an hour as she screams and ran away, not looking back. The same evil laugh as before echoed and bounced off the walls of the tiny room.
But just when she was about to reach the door, something hit her hard it the back. Pain shot through her entire being. Crying out, she hit the floor with a thump, landing on her stomach, her entire body began to hurt. Blood seeped through her cotton robe and began to drip on the flush white carpet. Brit began to feel dizzy and weak, but will all her strength; she crawled out the door and through the hallway. She could hear The Watcher's footsteps following her in a mocking pursuit. Brit could hear voice. Jabbering voices race through her head. They were as clear as day as she listened with a clouded mind.
"Run"
"Hide"
"You're time has come"
"To late…"
These voices rang through her head even then when she fell into the living room. As she made her way, she left a thick trail of crimson blood on the ground in her wake. Brit's heart raced. She knew was going to die. She could see it now. Suddenly, lightening
flashed outside, causing all light to dim out all except for the streetlight glowing from outside. Feeling her insides tighten up, Brit tried to stand, but couldn't because of how numb her legs felt. All she could was struggle against the pain while she crawled with all her strength to get away from her attacker. Fighting against her throbbing back and screamed out in pain, she tired to stand again, only to fall down hard into the awaiting coffee table below her.
The Watcher watched as his prey struggled against all the odds to get away. He, even now, was impressed. He watched her stumble and fall into a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Raising the ax high, he aimed it for her skull, closing in for the final blow.
Brit looked up at her attacker, feeling herself grow weaker. When her eyes meant his stare, she saw him standing above him, ax in hand, preparing for the killing blow.
Her heart stopped and her own eyes filled with tears as she saw the ax rise up and come down with lightening speed. Before the ax cleaved into her skull, she whispered…
"Yamcha…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yamcha pulled his coat tightly against his body, feeling the chilling breeze blow around him. On his way to Brit's house, Yamcha thought long and hard about his new relationship with Brit and the old one he have had with Bulma. He realized tonight he didn't love her, but he did care for her. He thought of all those years they had been together and what they have been through. He remembered the first time he saw her. She was so young and beautiful. Now, as a full grown adult, she was even more beautiful and electric then ever before.
As Yamcha walked up down the street, only a mere block from Brit's place, he heard overheard a clasp of thunder. "Oh no" Yamcha said with a frown. He didn't want to get rained on. Then it thundered two more times before the rain began to fall. Slowly at first, then it picked up. Yamcha pulled his jacket closer to him, trying to stay dry as possible. 'Man, why did I just take my hover car!' he scowled himself as he finally made it to Brit's. Freeing his jacket from the raindrops, he brushed his shoes off from any access rain, then just when he was about to know on the door, he stopped his hand in mid air when he saw the door slightly a-jar. Yamcha's froze. 'Why is her door open?' he asked himself. Then he thought of the unthinkable. Could there be a burglar in her house? Or maybe a rapper that had come while he was gone? Yamcha didn't like the thoughts that plagued him.
Running in, forgetting of the dangers that could be in the house. He scanned the small door hall that lead to the living room and the kitchen. Bypassing the kitchen, he crept into the living room. Peaking his head from the corner of the doorframe, he looked around. He saw, to is horror, blood everywhere. It had spattered on the couch, table, and a few ways. It was on the white carpet in small pools that has long since sunk in.
Yamcha moved into the living room more, looking around at the tragic scene in from of him. His mouth was wide as he looked around.
Turning around on his heels, he saw more of the crimson blood all around the area. He was in shock and horror. 'Who did this?' he wondered.
"Wouldn't you like to know…" a eerie voice graced the darkness.
Yamcha's heart leaped and his entire body froze in its place. "Wh…who's there?" he asked in a shaky voice. That same dark voice laughed a dry laugh that filled the entire room.
"I'm something else…" it mocked from nowhere, but somewhere that seemed far off.
Yamcha gulped. Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He could feel the eerie new figure's presents in the room, causing a haunting aura to seep to the surface.
He could also hear the figures rasps breath and hear its footsteps echo in the room like they were in a empty cave. Looking around it rasps breaths, Yamcha tried to find the figure, but only could see shadows and a faint glow of light from the streetlamp that was outside. Suddenly, a loud clasp of lighting brought a bright light into the room, causing Yamcha to take a good look at what was inform of him. When he saw it, he screamed. He saw a terrorably mangled lifeless body that belonged to his new lover Brit.
"Oh Kami no" he whispered in horror. He saw her body in all sliced up in sickening slices that cut so deep, it revealed the tissue underneath. He looked to see that her once beautiful face held a look of sere terror as she looked up at her attacker. Her skull was cleaved it, a big gash where something big looked as if it had been thrashed into her head. Blood poured from the wound, onto her face and down her body. Her belly, which had been sliced up from sternum to navel, was gashed open and pulled apart. The internal organs that once was held by the skin, was now hanging out of the body, blood dripped from the guts that hung loosely from the body. On the carpet underneath, there was a big puddle of blood that had seeped and widen to a 3 feet pool of still wet blood. Yamcha also saw that she was on the wall. When he saw what held her up, he choked. Four jaggedly serrated knives were punched through her hands and feet. Above her head, in letters in crimson blood, it read:
"THE WATCHER"
Yamcha held his stomach and felt it turn. He could feel the rising chunks come up in his throat. Bending down, he threw up all over the carpet. Seeing stars fill his vision, he looked up at Brit. Her body still in a froze terror as if she had watched him before she finally killed over after all the blood loss from all the wounds inflicted. "Oh…my God…what happened?" he asked out loud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His new lover he met just a few weeks ago, now hung lifelessly in a blood disaster. Hearing the rain fell hard outside, he turned away from the sight that was so gruesome it could make even the toughest man crumble.
Trying his legs, he stood up on wobbly legs. He felt so weak. He was about to fall to the ground, when the lightening from outside flashed again. He looked up again and saw a looming figure in the dim light from the streetlamp. It laughed, and then raised his ax, which was still bloody from his first victim.
"1…2…I'm coming for you" he horsed out, sending cold shivers up and down Yamcha's spine. Walking forward, The Watcher pounced.
Yamcha screamed, dodging the ax as it cleaved down in blinding speed. Instead of hitting Yamcha, it hit the ground with such force, the ground where the ax blade hit there was a huge hole where the ax penetrated the wood. The Watcher growled, and swung his ax again. Yamcha dodged, running for the door, he ran out into the rain and took off. As he flew off, he heard the eerie voice ring in the wind.
"I'm coming…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yamcha landed with a thud, causing himself to fall heavily on the ground. Soaked from head to toe, muddy from the mud, and sweat poured from him as he ran/crawled into his house slamming the door behind him, locking his door behind him with ever lock he had put on his door. Sliding down, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to get away from the horror scene he just witnessed.
A few minutes passed and he was calmer. Looking around, he knew he ad to call the police and tell them that there was a murder. So, getting up on shaking legs, he went to his phone. He picked it up and listened for the dial tone. There was none. It was dead. Yamcha frowned and put the phone back on the receiver. 'Hum, the storm much have knocked out the power' he thought.
"I don't think so Yamcha" that same eerie voice rang in his ears as if the guy was actually right beside him.
Yamcha's heart started to race. 'How…I mean how could he follow me?' he's eyes went wide as he turned around to face his aggressor. With shaking legs that seems to turn to putty, he saw the watcher looking at him, an ax in his right hand. The Watcher's black robe blew as if there was wind that drifted into the room, but all the windows and doors were closed and locked tight.
"You will never know…" he said, then he laughed. A Laugh that made Yamcha's blood run cold. Then, The Watcher lunged at Yamcha.
Yamcha was shocked at first, but then came in his senses. Dodging the ax, he ran into the other room. As soon as he turned the corner, The Watcher swung the ax. Out of instinct, Yamcha ducked. The serrated ax cleaved into the wall. The Watcher jiggled the ax, it wouldn't budge from the wall it hit hard into. The Watcher roared and let it go, leaving the ax submerged in the walls surface. Whipping out his knife, the watcher began his hunt again.
Yamcha was now in his room, hiding in the darkness. The rain that had stopped suddenly, slit the clouds and allowed a full moon's light to caress the room in an unearthly glow. It was dead quiet, all except for Yamcha's heavy breathing.
Suddenly, there was a might slam that mad rocked Yamcha's senses. The Watcher slammed his body full force against the wooden door, trying to break it down. Yamcha didn't want to power up in fear of killing someone nearby, so he stood near helpless in his bedroom. Finally, after 10 good hits, the door busted down and in came The Watcher. Yamcha was finally fed up with this chase. If he were to die, he would die looking at this attack in the eye. A warrior's death. Standing in front of his aggressor
And prepared to fight.
The Watcher laughed. "my my…what do we have here? A warrior trying to die nobly. What a pity. I was hoping for fear" He mocked a bow and said with a sneer, "Oh by all means…attack me Yamcha. But it's useless, I can't die" he said taking a step forward, coaxing Yamcha into trying.
Yamcha lunged forward, punching at the watcher. The Watcher laughed and help out his hand, causing Yamcha is hover frozen in place. Yamcha tried to move, but he couldn't budge an inch. "What did you do to me!?" he cried out.
The Watcher smirked then frowned, "Your mine boy…now die" he said with a hiss. Tossing Yamcha into the wall, Yamcha hit with a force that would make Freeza winch.
When Yamcha hit, he made a huge dent into the wall's surface. Yamcha got the wind knocked out of him, he saw stars and gasps for breath when he landed on the ground.
Yamcha looked up with half-open eyes. He saw the Watcher bend down and pick him up to face him.
I have decided" he started, "To spare your pathetic life. But oh, don't misunderstand. You're not going to live without getting mangled first." He then raised his knife. "But boy, you will wish you had of died when I got through with you." And with that, The Watcher brought down his knife in lighting speed into the terrified Yamcha. Blood seeped from the wounds as The Watcher cleaved into him. When the Watcher was done, he dropped Yamcha on the floor.
Yamcha couldn't move. The pain was unthinkably unbearable. Blood from the multiple wounds inflicted, began to cause a small pools around Yamcha's battered up body.
The Watcher looked down at Yamcha. Then raising his hand, he chanted a few words in Latin, the smiled evilly. "Sleep boy, for when you wake up, your doom will come" then he vanished.
Yamcha felt the strange energy come on him. It was hot a first, then it died down. Yamcha's eyes fell and he went into a deep, deep sleep-like state. Only to be bombarded of the more terror and gruesome things he could have ever imaged or comprehend.
Hi all you peep. * Whips away sweat * Whew! That was thee longest Chappy I ever did! Man! I am so tired! LOL So, tell me what you think!! Bad? Good? Awesome!? Wha?? Let me know. R/R welcome. Constructive flames are welcome too, but only if they are for constructive purposes only. Ja ne!
