So you people are happy with the Torn Prince Chapter even though it wasn't scary unlike my other chapters. Also since I didn't see the Ghost Files on the DVD you people could fill me in on all the names, but I just had to make up one for her.
Reviewer's Response:
Satan's Mistress: Yes I'm ok, it was just that developed a severe allergy to red meat, and I had to have my tummy pumped… *cries over her beloved Whopper*
Cloud van Dyk: Coolies? Yeah, I have bad news. I'm gonna leave this thing alone for a few days, but don't worry!! I'll still, or try, to put up some chappies!!
Doped Out Bunny: Hammer? You wanna see the Hammer dude, well, I'm having a little trouble with that dude, maybe you and Satan's Mistress could help me on that one. My e-mail's sweetkitty33@hotmail.com or ChocolateKitty02@yahoo.com take your pick.
Nataku: Whoa! Don't go to far!! Yes we all love you too, I think… j/k. Thanks for you reviews and is it just me or is The Torn Prince cute? He just need some surgery and some healing…
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The Angry Princess
Dana Brown stared at her pay check. Seven-hundred and sixty four dollars, just for annoying people on the phone. That's what telemarketers did anyway.
She threw her rich brown hair over her shoulder and walked to the blue carpeted staircase and waltzed down.
Her bright smile told anyone that she had gotten her paycheck.
She tossed her light brown hair back and swaggered to her apartment. She slowly climbed up the steps looking for her keys, when she bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch it!" said a harsh deep voice.
Dana looked up to see a pair of cold gray eyes staring at her.
She didn't say anything but dodged around him and kept walking and looked for her keys.
She could still heard the man's muttering even though she was one floor away from him.
"Where- did I- son-of-a…"
She pulled out her hand a saw a tiny cut in her index finger.
She gazed at the tiny droplet of blood that was slowly making a wet trail, along her index finger.
She was standing there not aware of the strange looks she was getting from passing people.
The blood reached the palm of her hand when a voice said, "Er… you're in the way. Again."
She turned and saw the same pair of gray eyes looking down at her.
She moved out of the way and walked back down.
She walked to her door and opened it carefully.
Setting her bag on the small tabled beside the door she climbed into the shower, and stayed there for a long time feasting on the feel of warm water running all over her body.
She slid out of the shower only one hour later, ready for a good shopping trip so she put on a blue blazer snug fitting pair of shorts, wrapped a band ad around her cut finger and walked back out only to find the same pair of eyes in front of her.
"You dropped something. " He said holding out the envelope which held her paycheck.
Dana snatched it out of his hand and said a very small thank you and continued to walk to the mall.
She knew that the man was following her, so she quickened her pace and nearly ran down the staircase.
Feeling edgy she kept walking until she saw the familiar granite building with the huge sign reading: 'Northbrook Mall'
Giggling like a little girl on her first shopping trip she walked inside and drew in a breath.
The smell of fresh clothes greeted her, she ran into Express and half an hour later came out with two pairs of heavy bags and a smile.
Never noticing the gray eyes man following her or watching her every move.
Sitting at the food court he watched her eat and remembering that time when they were in their sophomore year.
He remembered the way she had hurt him, the way her brown eyes shone with satisfaction at his humiliation, remembering that he changed. his mind no longer worked properly, he only though perverted things, and he thought up gruesome ways for girls that had stood there laughing when Dana's voice mocked him, and made him feel like garbage. He remembered their name's the way they looked and since them he had been following they around planning to take his revenge at the right moment.
The TV in the corner switched to the news and it reported that the woman 'Anne Manson's' body was found lying in her bed naked.
His latest victim.
Anna Manson had stood there that day, laughing along with the others, but she mocked him along with Dana.
He killed them in order, from the ones that did him almost no harm to the ones that made him change.
Dana was the last one, and her death was gonna be the most gruesome one, and perhaps his mind would go back to what it once was.
In his brain there was one tiny corner where sanity lay asleep and only woke up when he was killing.
The other 95% of his brain ignored the women's cries while the corner took them in and sunk his brain deeper into despair and thought of revenge.
He had killed so many that his brain was almost damaged beyond repair.
The shocking amounts of drugs he took wasn't helping him. It helped him think up ways of how he could die.
One of them was to force someone to slit his throat with his plastic butter knife.
Not very nice.
Listening to the TV he heard that the police was doing everything they could to find the mad man.
Mad man?
Yes he thought, he was a mad man, but with a reason.
He loved to seduce his victims first them kill them slowly using anything he could get his hands on. Nothing could stop him from jamming a burning candle through his first victim's bellybutton and then making her drink her blood.
Noticing that she had stood up to go home he walked to the counter and ordered some chili cheese fries.
He had to know her schedule to make his move.
He always took one week to figure out their schedule and then he would make his move.
With Dana he already knew half her schedule and it went almost the same thing everyday.
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I'm sorry for not updating in so long but I had to stay up for hours just find the right 'thing' for this chappie, anyway I spilt this chapter into parts but don't worry I've got his planned out exactly!!
