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Chapter 8: Realization and... Death?
"Henry? You? You are the murderer?" I said in a daze, can't believing what I have just seen. It is really too sudden. How could the man, who is so gentlemanly and caring, be a cruel and cold-blooded murderer? This isn't true, I tried to convince myself, it can't be true...
"How right you are! Me, Henry Kinsman, the serial murderer who made the news! How satisfying!" Kinsman said, with a strange glint in his eye. He seemed hysterical, and was laughing evilly. Is he going mad or something?
"What made you kill Heather and Nancy?" I demanded, telling myself that he is not what I thought him to be. "Oh, they had the same treatment like now like what you are experiencing, and then they refused to be my girlfriend, so I had no choice to... kill them!" Kinsman said, and waved a small pocketknife at me. I shivered.
"What treatment?" I asked, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Oh! That! Didn't you know? I just told you! The 'deflowering'!" he said, and advanced towards me once again. He REALLY is mad! He actually calls rape... deflowering? And also, he kills someone just because they doesn't want to be his girlfriend? He should go for mental therapy...
Kinsman came closer to me than ever and said, "Shall we have... some fun together?" he asked, lust in his voice. Oh no! I almost forgot! He wanted to do the same to me as well! Fred! Shaggy! Anyone! Help!
Kinsman then pounced on me, but I quickly rolled away before he could do that. He is serious! What am I going to do? If I am raped, I might as well jump off this building right away! I looked around, and saw that all the windows in that room was all sealed. Heather and Nancy must have tried to jump out of the window as well. He now had experience...
"Ah!!" I screamed. That horrible man had just pounced on me, and proceeded to tear my dress. He is such a pervert! I slapped him hard on his face and he abruptly stopped and stared at me, angry in his eyes!
"How dare you! Who do you think you are? You should feel honored that I fancy you!" he said, and started slapping me as well. I shrieked and struggled against him, but it is of no use. He is too strong for me! The feeling of terror returned when I felt something hard against me...
My dress is half gone by now. It is no use! I am powerless against him. I started to think of all the things that I have done in my lifetime. The moments with Mystery Inc., and all the joy I felt every time we solved a mystery, and the terrible feeling of how I am going to die on this one...
The moments I spent with Velma, Shaggy, Scooby, and Fred. They were my best memories! The intimate moments with Fred, how he had saved me time and again, and how he had been there for me every time I was feeling sad or angry, and the regret that I didn't have the chance to tell him how I feel...
I had loved him... I was too stupid to realize that, but at the very least I finally come into terms with it before I lose everything...
A sudden feeling of power rose inside me. I have to save myself! No one even knows I am here! So the only chance I have left is to save myself. But how? This pervert is too strong for me!
"Crash!" Kinsman wobbled a bit, but still remained conscious. I had taken a vase from the tableside and whacked him over the head with it. Blood flowed down his forehead. "You bitch!" he cried, and went on on whatever he was doing, faster this time. Stupid choice!
As soon the dress was off me, he octopus hands starting to roam everywhere. All this time, I had struggled, but he had ignored it. Kinsman started kissing me, and I didn't enjoy it at all. Ew! His lips were so wet; he is practically slobbering over me.
I gasped. I felt his hand trying on my panties. I started crying. "Please stop! Please! Let me go! I didn't do anything to you! Why must you treat me this way! I don't love you! So please don't force me! Please Henry..." I pleaded with him. "Ha! Nothing you say now will have effect on me!" Kinsman laughed, and continued.
"Crash!" Who is that? "Let go of Daphne!" a voice called out. Fred! It is really him! Am I dreaming or something? He is really here!
"Why! It's Mr. Jones, who has come to the rescue! How awfully touching! But too bad, you are just going to see me have fun with your sweetheart!" Kinsman said, and went on on his deed.
Fred ran over, and pulled him off me. Finally! But wait! The two of them had started fighting!
Fred punched him several times, and slammed him against the dresser. Kinsman then fought back, knocking Fred to the ground and kicking him. Fred then got up and immediately delivered a really hard punch on his head. Kinsman shook, and then fell to the ground.
"Daphne? Are you alright? Has he done anything to you?" Fred came over and asked. "I'm... I'm quite...quite okay... how... about you?" I stammered, and leaned against him. "Here's your dress. Wear it, or you will catch the death of cold!" Fred said, and passed my purple dress to me.
I blushed. He had seen me with almost nothing on! However, I was not embarrassed at all. I quickly pulled on the dress and...
"Bang!" a gunshot was heard. Fred fell to the ground, a hollow look in his eyes. "How careless can he be!" Kinsman's voice was heard again. "Fred!" I screamed, and crawled over to him. His head was bleeding, but at least he's still alive. "Now... to continue my deed..." Kinsman said. But he is cut short by...
"Not so fast!" an unfamiliar voice was heard. I turned. The police!
Kinsman was taken into custody and I was saved. Velma was rescued from the dark room and all of us were safe except for Fred... he was sent to hospital immediately and had gone into the operating theatre for quite a long time. But when he was out, he was in a coma.
The doctor shook his head when he talked to us, "Better be prepared for the worst..." and walked away. Tears splashed down my front.
No!!!!!!!! Oh god! Save him!
This couldn't be! I haven't told Fred that I loved him... I had always loved him all this time but I was too stupid to realize it! What if he... then what am I going to do if that happens!
A few hours after the operation, all of us were allowed to visit him. Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby left me alone with Fred. They could tell that I wanted that. I sat by Fred's bedside, talking to his unconscious form, or sitting there just looking at him.
I was very tired myself. As I looked at Fred, I started to feel sleepy and fell asleep by his side... Then, I heard something.
A long continuous beep.