Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 2
As the wind whipped violently through the trees and howled, making the night seem even more sinister than it already was, the man stepped out of his car into the bitter cold. The only light was that of the moon shining above him as it cast an eerie glow on the otherwise deserted street. The man hummed as he quickly reached his hand into his long black coat and pulled out his keys, the moonlight reflecting off of them. He thrust it into the keyhole and turned the lock, letting himself into his home. He turned on the hall light, causing eerie shadows to spill into the living room. His boots echoed noisily throughout the house as he stepped onto the hard wood floors. Calmly, he walked into the kitchen, and reached his leather clad hands into the kitchen drawer before finally pulling out the sinister looking knife, the serrated blade glittering menacingly in the poor light. He laid it on the counter before taking off his coat and removing his tie. Making his way into the bedroom, he quickly removed his dress shirt and pants, leaving on the black leather gloves, and donned a pair of old jeans and a work shirt, not wanting to stain his good clothes. Satisfied with his attire, he quickly glanced at himself in the mirror before moving back to the kitchen and picking up the knife. The feel of it in his hand sent a spark of pleasure to course through his body. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of it in his hand, delighted in the sense of power that coursed through his veins. He sighed in pleasure before opening his eyes and glancing at the door which led to the basement. "It is time." The man decided before walking to the door and pulling it open. Nothing was going to stand in his way.
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The woman had been asleep, exhaustion finally having settled over her, but the sound of the footsteps moving above her caused her to jolt awake, her terror instantly returning. She quickly tried to sit up and pulled at her bonds in desperation, the rough cord causing her already abraded wrists to open up and bleed once more. The woman froze in dread as she heard the basement door open. The man's heavy footsteps could be heard as he slowly made his way down the wooden steps. As the door to the cellar was pulled open, the light from the basement filtered into the pitch-black room. The woman saw the man walk down the steps, his shadow reflecting on the wall before her. She closed her eyes in dread, not needing to see the sinister weapon he was holding in his hand, instinctively knowing that her time was up.
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As the man placed his foot on the last step, he fixed his cold eyes on his captive. The sight before him caused a shiver of anticipation to travel down his body. He quickly turned on the light forcing her to open her eyes and take in the monster standing before her. Her eyes widened in terror as she took in the man before her, his eyes glittering madly. At her expression, his face twisted into a sick smile as thoughts of what he would do to her filtered through his brain. He shivered once more in anticipation and slowly made his way towards her, soaking in every moment, not wanting to rush anything, the pleasure far too great. He smiled at the sight of the woman's renewed terror as she struggled before him with her bonds. He tightened his grip on the knife and moved it from side to side, loving how the light bounced off of it, marveling at its beauty. He stood in front of the woman lying helpless before him, before plunging the knife downwards, her muffled shriek causing him to plunge deeper once more. Thoughts of how she had betrayed him fueled his insanity as he continued to stab her. He was oblivious to the spray of her blood, the vicious fluid, as it splattered across the room and on him. He basked in the sound of the crunch of bone as his knife plunged deeply. Happiness coursed through his body at the knowledge that now he would be free to pursue Angela, the actual love of his life. Still angered that the bitch before him had deceived him, he continued to stab her, furious at being played for a fool. Finally, his arm slowed and he quickly pulled the knife out of her, staring down with detached eyes at the mangled corpse before him. He slowly got up and grabbed a towel beside him, wiping the blood from his face as he took in the blood-soaked room. He sighed as he thought of the hours it would take to rid the room of blood. He quickly gathered several garbage bags and used them to gather up the body. Once she was effectively bundled, he changed his clothes and hauled her body outside as he made his way in the dark to his car. He made certain that no one was watching before placing the corpse in his trunk. He double-checked that his front door was locked before starting up his car and driving away to dispose of the body, his thoughts on how to clean up the mess. Soon however, his thoughts moved onto Angela and a warm tingling sensation overcame him. "Soon." He whispered as he drove in the early hours of the night. "Soon, my love." He said, his mad laughter echoing throughout the car.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 2
As the wind whipped violently through the trees and howled, making the night seem even more sinister than it already was, the man stepped out of his car into the bitter cold. The only light was that of the moon shining above him as it cast an eerie glow on the otherwise deserted street. The man hummed as he quickly reached his hand into his long black coat and pulled out his keys, the moonlight reflecting off of them. He thrust it into the keyhole and turned the lock, letting himself into his home. He turned on the hall light, causing eerie shadows to spill into the living room. His boots echoed noisily throughout the house as he stepped onto the hard wood floors. Calmly, he walked into the kitchen, and reached his leather clad hands into the kitchen drawer before finally pulling out the sinister looking knife, the serrated blade glittering menacingly in the poor light. He laid it on the counter before taking off his coat and removing his tie. Making his way into the bedroom, he quickly removed his dress shirt and pants, leaving on the black leather gloves, and donned a pair of old jeans and a work shirt, not wanting to stain his good clothes. Satisfied with his attire, he quickly glanced at himself in the mirror before moving back to the kitchen and picking up the knife. The feel of it in his hand sent a spark of pleasure to course through his body. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of it in his hand, delighted in the sense of power that coursed through his veins. He sighed in pleasure before opening his eyes and glancing at the door which led to the basement. "It is time." The man decided before walking to the door and pulling it open. Nothing was going to stand in his way.
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The woman had been asleep, exhaustion finally having settled over her, but the sound of the footsteps moving above her caused her to jolt awake, her terror instantly returning. She quickly tried to sit up and pulled at her bonds in desperation, the rough cord causing her already abraded wrists to open up and bleed once more. The woman froze in dread as she heard the basement door open. The man's heavy footsteps could be heard as he slowly made his way down the wooden steps. As the door to the cellar was pulled open, the light from the basement filtered into the pitch-black room. The woman saw the man walk down the steps, his shadow reflecting on the wall before her. She closed her eyes in dread, not needing to see the sinister weapon he was holding in his hand, instinctively knowing that her time was up.
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As the man placed his foot on the last step, he fixed his cold eyes on his captive. The sight before him caused a shiver of anticipation to travel down his body. He quickly turned on the light forcing her to open her eyes and take in the monster standing before her. Her eyes widened in terror as she took in the man before her, his eyes glittering madly. At her expression, his face twisted into a sick smile as thoughts of what he would do to her filtered through his brain. He shivered once more in anticipation and slowly made his way towards her, soaking in every moment, not wanting to rush anything, the pleasure far too great. He smiled at the sight of the woman's renewed terror as she struggled before him with her bonds. He tightened his grip on the knife and moved it from side to side, loving how the light bounced off of it, marveling at its beauty. He stood in front of the woman lying helpless before him, before plunging the knife downwards, her muffled shriek causing him to plunge deeper once more. Thoughts of how she had betrayed him fueled his insanity as he continued to stab her. He was oblivious to the spray of her blood, the vicious fluid, as it splattered across the room and on him. He basked in the sound of the crunch of bone as his knife plunged deeply. Happiness coursed through his body at the knowledge that now he would be free to pursue Angela, the actual love of his life. Still angered that the bitch before him had deceived him, he continued to stab her, furious at being played for a fool. Finally, his arm slowed and he quickly pulled the knife out of her, staring down with detached eyes at the mangled corpse before him. He slowly got up and grabbed a towel beside him, wiping the blood from his face as he took in the blood-soaked room. He sighed as he thought of the hours it would take to rid the room of blood. He quickly gathered several garbage bags and used them to gather up the body. Once she was effectively bundled, he changed his clothes and hauled her body outside as he made his way in the dark to his car. He made certain that no one was watching before placing the corpse in his trunk. He double-checked that his front door was locked before starting up his car and driving away to dispose of the body, his thoughts on how to clean up the mess. Soon however, his thoughts moved onto Angela and a warm tingling sensation overcame him. "Soon." He whispered as he drove in the early hours of the night. "Soon, my love." He said, his mad laughter echoing throughout the car.