All right, here's chapter three!
Author's note: This story contains swears, gory stuff, and sick things. There is also some shounen-ai/yaoi (which means boy/boy love). If you find this wrong or feel uncomfortable about shounen-ai/yaoi, please do not read this story. (People who feel a bit uncomfortable about this…don't worry, there won't be much shounen-ai/yaoi)
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Yugioh' characters, but I own the killer...or maybe not. Eh, the killer doesn't matter...if you want to use this 'killer' in your story...go ahead, I'm not stopping you. Well, on with the story.
The Killer was Smiling
***--***The killer's POV***--***
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
I love this song. It's sexy. Very sexy.
I've hit the jackpot. Yes…there are many, many people out here tonight. Many beautiful people. Look at them. Dress in tight clothing…leather, halter-tops and fishnet stockings. Makeup covering their faces and glitter covering their body. What a beautiful sight.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and came face with a girl. Red streaks running down her blonde hair. She glanced her green eyes to the floor for a second, batted her long eyelashes and licked her lips nervously.
"Um, hey…you wanna dance?" I looked at her and a smile slowly appeared on my face.
"…Sure." Her eyes shimmered and her smile widen. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I took her hand and escorted her to the dance floor. As a different music began to play, she turns her back towards me, my hands are loosely placed on her waist and she sways her hip. Three words. Bump and grind. Bump and grind, baby. [a/n: I can't do dancing scenes…*sobs*]
"So tell me," I whispered into her ears, "what's your name?"
She giggled and flicked her hair. "I'm Brittney."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." I said after I kissed her hand. She's blushing now. Awww…isn't that sweet. She's so precious.
We settled down for a drink and we began to talk to each other for a while...until the girl's words began to slur. How she got drunk so quickly is beyond me. She only had two Red Stripes, Bacardi Silver and a Smirnoff. It's not even strong. Weak girl…
The girl, Brittney, grabbed my gloved hands and dragged me out of the club. I took her into my car and asked her where she lives. It may have taken five minutes to understand her, but I did it. I drove her home. It's sad to see this pretty girl drive on her own and end up in a car accident. It's very sad.
Once I came to her stop, I helped her out of the car and led her towards her door. I turned around to leave, but she grabbed one of my arms and pouted at me.
"No, no. Come inside." She demanded. I felt excited all over…but I tried to hide it. I did not want to create my artwork. Not when Brittney is drunk. It's not fun when my 'art' are drunk, unconscious or aggressive. I tried to walk away, but she keeps pulling me into her house. I signed in defeat and went in following behind her.
***--***Yugi's POV***--***
I yawned and looked at the clock. It's only 9:50 and I'm already sleepy. I usually fall asleep around 2:00 o'clock in the morning. The reason why I sleep at that time is that I have so many thoughts flowing inside my head. This is why at times; it's hard for me to wake up in the mornings.
I unremittingly changed the channel. Nothing was really on, so I turned off the television. I sat on the couch in silence, having thoughts wander around in my head. I turned around as I heard footsteps coming into the living room. It was Yami.
"Hey Yami," I hesitated, "I have to tell you something."
Yami sat down next to me and nodded for me to go on.
"I'm scared," I continued, "I'm afraid of myself."
"How come, aibou."
"Something is wrong with me. I-I must be cursed or something."
"No aibou, nothing is wrong with you. Why do you say that?"
I looked down on the floor and nervously licked my lips. "I'm seeing things. I sometimes see blood on the walls…on the floor, in different places. I don't know why I see them. And I wish I never had seen them."
"When had all this happened?" Yami worriedly asked.
"It happened way earlier today. At noon. I was in the bathroom." I stood up and walked upstairs to my room with Yami behind me.
As I entered my room, I started to feel light headed and my eye vision was getting blurry. I glanced to my right and looked at the wall. My face paled and my stomach was feeling funny.
"Yami. Can you see it? It's right there. Blood is dripping from the wall." I pointed at the wall frantically. Yami shook his head. I looked to my left and saw the word I hate that's written on my window.
'Not again, not again. Stop.' I thought. I crawled onto my bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute. I closed my eyes slowly, and then opened them. I looked at the window to my left again. I hate this. I hate this so much. Why is this happening?
What am I going to do? Cry?
I felt something wet streaming down on my cheeks. I wiped it away furiously, but more of them keep coming. I'm crying. That's all I can do. Cry and cry…and cry until I can't cry at all. Yami sat next to me on the bed and hugged me close, whispering to me that I'll be okay.
I'll be okay…
***--*** The killer's POV***--***
"Aarrg…damn headache." Well, well, well…pretty Brittney is okay. She got over her drunkenness quickly. I wish I could do that.
"Hello Brittney." I piped with a small smile on my face. Brittney sat up from her bed. For a moment she looked at me questioningly, then grin at me.
"You sta-"
"I couldn't allow you to hurt yourself, 'Britt." I interrupted. She was drunk as hell. Really, I couldn't let her hurt herself. I want to hurt her…and watch her bleed.
Brittney lay back down on her bed and closed her eyes. I walked out of her room and entered the bathroom. I grabbed the alcohol and the razor from the bathroom cabinet. I walked downstairs into the kitchen and searched for a knife. However, to my luck, I found a butcher knife. Oh, happy day. I entered back in Brittney's room and watched her. She's so lovely. The only thing that's hideous about her is that she's breathing. Well, I can change that.
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out two long, shiny red ribbons. I tied her hands and legs together quickly and silently. I'm all set. Now the only thing that's left for me to do is wake her up. I tickled her ribs, which got her to open her eyes. I looked down at her and smiled.
"Why-why am I tied up?" The girl asked, anxiously looking around the room. Such a naïve girl. Poor naïve girl.
I grabbed her tied up hands, and sliced her wrists with the razor. I deliberately slice all over her arm. I watched her red sweet blood slowly roll down her arm. Do you hear that? That beautiful sound Brittney is making? I love it. I love the way how she scream and beg for me to stop. So beautiful.
My hands reached down to her waist and pulled down her black mini skirt. I spanned up for her laced up corset. I'm looking down at her body. Moreover, it's gorgeous. Her lovely legs, her soft round breasts, her cute lacey white panty. So cute, so cute.
"Brittney…why are you crying?" I asked, "Stop crying. It's not going to help you." I sliced right over her nipple…her thighs…so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty.
"No, no. Stop. Please stop." She begged. I tilted my head to the side and stared at her with a small frown on my face.
"You're bleeding…a lot. I'll fix that." I grabbed the alcohol and gradually pour it on her cuts.
"Aaaaaiiii!!! Stop, s-stop!!! Please!" she sobbed.
"Brittney, Brittney, Beautiful Brittney." I sang as I played with the butcher knife.
"Don't do it. Don't."
I shook my head. "Brittney, what are you afraid of?" I grabbed her hand and chopped off her pinky. She's crying. She's screaming. She's pleading. Wonderful…
I hacked off her middle finger. More screaming. I did the same thing to her other hand. More crying. This is fun.
"What are you afraid of?" I repeated.
"You." She painfully responded. I nodded my head at her answer.
"I see…" I thought for a moment and I truthfully added, "I'm afraid of myself. You are scared of me and I am scared of myself. I don't know who I am anymore."
I really don't know who I am. When I kill, I am whole new person. I'm not the same guy I use to be. It scares me.
I looked down at Brittney and smiled at her.
"I'll miss you Brittney." Then, I raised my arm up plunged the butcher knife into her neck. Look at her. Missing her pinky and middle fingers, cuts all over her arms, wrists and legs and a butcher knife stuck in her neck. Lovely.
I planted a kiss on her bloody lips and walked away with a smile on my face. It's not just a smile. Not a plain regular smile. It's the killer's smile. My smile.
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Sorry, sorry, sorry. Please don't hurt me if I took long to update. I was planning to post chapter 3 way earlier, but I didn't have time. I didn't save my story on a disk and I had to leave because I was going to Florida. Now that I am in Florida, I didn't sit down and type this story right away because I was having too much fun… Anyway, as I was finishing typing…I was waiting for my cousin Dondrell to get his Internet up (it's been about 3 weeks for the disk that access to the internet, to be mailed)…I could have post this story up earlier but my other cousin's computer is really, really slow. Sorry!
(And that song up above is called 4 my people by Missy Elliott…)
Okay. This chapter was more focused on the killer…yeah. You know…I was started to like Brittney for some weird reason…and I killed her. Eh, Brittney was dumb…she trusted the killer…now if I got over my drunkenness and saw this guy still in my house…I kick his ass out. ^_______^
Okay, once I post this up, I'll start on chapter 4, okay?
(Oh, and I did not really edit this story, I just typed whatever came to mind.)
Anyway, thanks for reviewing. And for the people who didn't review, but read this story, thank you too. I would respond to you all, really. But it's late and I'm kind of tired. However, if you review chapter three, I will respond to all of you when I put up chapter four okay, thank you and goodnight…err… good morning (it's 2:00 in the morning now) ^__^
