Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: Evil person view in the beginning! And then there's the little line things that separate stuff and then the fic like zooms out or whatever and it's third person view. (hope that made sense)
Author: K then, let's get started! :scans fic: Let's see here, well it looks like there's a bit of stalking and um, someone dies, :shrugs: so watch out fer that (kinda gory). I admit the first part is kinda boring but keep reading and it will get better (I hope). Please continue!
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animeprincess1452: :grins: Well I'm glad yur having some type of fun, I'm thinking of adding a couple new chaps :sweatdrops: hopefully I can think of some. Thanks fer the review!
Erica: Yep, the famous killing scene, :laughs: the first of many. I'll try to keep it interesting for those of u who have read it already.
devilburns: :sweatdrops: Yeah, I know it was so close. :sighs: Now I'm gonna hafta add new chaps to make it longer though. Bleh, hopefully yu'll stay interested though. Always luv the reviews, thanks again!
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Forever drowning in the consuming darkness, the heart of the wicked, forced to bear witness to the corruption of their own souls.
This is my fate and I have accepted it, I will live, I will go on with my pathetic life.
Am I a monster? Can I seriously be considered evil for what I have done? The lives I have destroyed in my own helpless desires, the sacrifices I have made, would I consider changing my approach of action?
Probably not, I care little for others so long as my thirst is quenched, my passionate hunger sated. And as for the sacrifices, they will be worth it in the long run, the prize at the end of this race will be far greater than anything I have given up.
I may have once felt compassion for these beings of earth and I may have rethought some of my choices if the circumstances were different. But not now, I have seen the wickedness that they have the power to create, I have seen the hate they feel for each other. Such weakness is not acceptable.
At times I think myself weak, for constantly hiding in the shadows, for lurking in the darkness. But then the small rational part of my brain argues that I must be cautious in my hunt for Trunks, warning me against the hidden dangers that lurk at the edge of my thoughts.
But such thoughts are also amusing, if I were to come out of hiding would anyone believe it? A few might, but would they take me seriously if they knew how deeply my obsession ran? No, they would think me wrong for such thoughts.
This does not concern me at the moment though, all that matters is the silent form before me.
I watch him through the darkness as I always do. Sleeping peacefully, face shining innocently in the moonlight that bathes his room in a soft glow.
Who was it that I watched so lovingly? Why my purple headed prince of course. He is most innocent in his sleep and at such times of rest I truly feel warm at heart.
I also feel what can only be doubt weighing down my thoughts. I know and understand that he could never love me, the thought might even disgust him.
But I push such thoughts aside, he will learn to love me. With my power any would desire me in the end.
I smile and turned to leave him to his sweet dreams but in a matter of seconds things suddenly were not so peaceful. A sharp intake of breath alerted my attention to his bed once again and I frowned at what could be interrupting his dreams.
I stepped closer to his resting form and hovered above him curiously, watching him carefully for any signs as to what plagued him.
His angelic face was marred by a grimace of what seemed to be fear and his breathing was beginning to become erratic.
Ah, I smiled, he is having his nightmare again. My poor Trunks, but this is the price for being so close to that fool Goten.
Undoubtedly that damn Son was having similar dreams, thanks to my little visit and present I had left for him it was no wonder he had such nightmares. The only regrettable outcome was that by some twisted turn of event my poor Trunks witnessed these same terrors that that crazed boy thought up.
"Do not cry little one, I'm here." I soothed softly.
I caressed his forehead, gently wiping away the nervous sweat that beaded at his brow. I felt a rush of pride, feeling all mighty, and able to do anything. All because I had the power to chase away his fears.
His brow furrowed yet his tense muscles began to loosen as he relaxed. I smiled in awe at such innocence and continued to brush my fingers through his silky hair.
"Be at peace Trunks, I will watch over you." I whispered close to his ear.
He sighed and sank into the covers, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Such beauty, and it was all for the taking. How could I resist when such a delectable creature was spread before me on a silver platter.
"I love you Trunks." I murmured, leaning closer to his flushed cheeks.
I pressed my mouth against his lusciously plump lips and gently sucked on his lower lip, demanding access to his warm mouth. His lips parted unconsciously in sleep and I slipped my tongue in swiftly.
I caressed his tongue with my own, sucking on the digit slowly and sensuously, wrenching a moan from my own throat. It was as though I was trying to suck out his very essence and I pulled away reluctantly panting, a mad glint in my eyes.
Would I steal his innocence and make him like me? Such thoughts crossed my mind but no, I couldn't, that is why I forced myself from his side. Away from the temptation his smooth skin brought and away from my desire.
As I made move to leave his eyes opened slowly and I froze above him. His eyes were filled with sleep as he smiled softly at me.
"Goten." He mumbled sleepily.
I trembled in anger as I waited for his hazy orbs to close once again. They did so, ever so slowly and he moved to lie on his side, facing away from me.
I seethed silently. Goten?! I shoved myself away from his side, managing not to wake him again. The anger consumed me and red filled my vision. Goten. It always came back to him.
Why didn't I just destroy him if he caused me such trouble? The simple fact was I understood Trunks felt close to him and I did not care to see Trunks displeased.
I growled in frustration, I needed some way to take out my anger. Someone would pay this night for my maddening thoughts, someone that linked to Goten.
I grinned as a face came to mind, my next victim.
Ah yes, she would do nicely for what I had planned. That woman had become a hazard to my plans, she had the potential to harm what I had so painstakingly thought out. Yes, precious Videl, I will come for you.
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"Pan, go to bed!" Videl barked at her young daughter.
"But mom, I want to wait for daddy!" The little girl argued.
"Panny, you know your father had to work late at school grading papers." Videl sighed.
Sniff. "But he promised he would tuck me in." She pouted.
Videl glanced at her watch tiredly. "Pan, it's ten thirty, go to bed." She said firmly.
"I hate you! You never let me stay up late or have any fun!" Pan yelled as she ran up the stairs to her room.
"Kids." Videl sighed.
She made her rounds around the house, making sure everything was clean and all the locks were in place.
She cocked her head with her hand on hip. "Well everything is secure down here." She said to herself.
She continued to move around the house, making sure all the odds and ends were where they were supposed to be just as any overprotective parent would, fearing they had forgotten some minute detail.
Because of this she did not notice the dark shadow as she passed by the closed window nor did she hear the click of a lock being forced open as she stepped into the kitchen.
The shadowy figure slipped through the window quietly and stretched to his full height as he climbed into the house, making sure no one sensed his presence. He silently moved to the darkened hallway, smiling viciously as Videl stood in the kitchen.
He stealthily crouched amongst the shadows, his element. He was after blood this night, not the blood of an innocent. No, this creature was far from innocent, she was a minor flaw in his plan toward madness, she was an interference.
One that would soon be dealt with.
Unbeknownst to her, Videl was being watched by the steady gaze of a killer.
As she turned to head up to her room the flicker of movement caught her attention just at the edge of her vision and she turned sharply, raising her fists in a pathetic attempt of defense, heart clenching in fear.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" She demanded.
The man stood from the shadows and stepped into the light, smiling and holding up his hands mockingly.
"I surrender." He chuckled.
Videl frowned at the familiar face and lowered her arms. "What are you doing here so late?" She puzzled.
"I came for a visit." He said pleasantly.
"A visit? If anything you should be visiting Goten, poor soul never sees the people who are supposed to love him." She accused.
The figure raised a mocking eyebrow. "As you have? I've heard that you've been teaching him to speak again." He said in a disapproving tone.
Videl raised her chin defiantly. "What of it? I can do as I please in my free time." She snapped.
"Well you see, normally I wouldn't care what you did in whatever time you had, but this is affecting my plans." He smiled sweetly.
"Plans?" She questioned.
"Yes, my plans to claim Trunks and dispose of Goten." He said proudly.
Videl's jaw had gone slack with shock. "You're kidding me right?" She gasped.
The man before her remained calmly silent. "I find nothing funny in that statement." He replied.
Videl backed away in disgust. "You sick pervert, I can't believe you would even think of something so horrible!" She accused.
"And when exactly am I supposed to care what you think of me? I could care less what runs through that annoying brain of yours." He hissed.
"Fucking psycho, get out of my house now." She said angrily.
"Now that isn't being a nice hostess, not when I came especially to visit you." He said stepping closer.
Videl scampered to the counter behind her and quickly scrabbled for something unseen, upon turning she held out a large butcher's knife. "Stay the fuck away from me." She growled.
The shadow's eyes narrowed. "Now, now, be nice Videl. I wouldn't want to hurt you." He warned.
"That's a laugh, why the hell would you come here then? You told me your sick plans and now you're going to try and kill me, I know how you psychos think." She sneered. "Don't try and be coy, I know that's what's running through you perverted mind now."
"Fine, if you want the blunt truth I've come to kill you for interfering." The man shrugged.
Videl froze at his words, all cockiness leaving her. "K-kill me? Interference?" She whispered.
"Yes, interference. If you continue helping Goten the way you have been he may just get up enough courage to try and escape that mental institution his loving family has locked him away to." He said softly. "That wouldn't do well for my plans now would it?"
"You bastard, why are you doing this?" She began to cry.
"I've already told you and now I tire of having to see your face." He sighed.
"In your dreams!" She screamed as she lunged with the knife, praying that she would hit him.
He nimbly stepped from the path of the sharpness and shook his head mockingly as she faltered and dropped her weapon.
"That won't do it human, you'll have to try harder if you wish to live." He chuckled.
He dashed forward and knocked her against the wall, wrenching a gasp of pain past her red lips as he pushed her higher up toward the ceiling fan that lay a few inches from her pretty little face.
"Would you like to die this way Videl? With a simple spray of blood your pain could be over." He whispered seductively.
Her face paled considerably. "N-no!" She squealed.
"No?" He said thoughtfully as he lowered her to his face level. "How would you like to die then?" He grinned.
"Go to hell!" She cried, butting her head forward to hit his face.
There was a loud crack as her forehead came in contact with his nose. Blood immediately spurted forth and drenched her face and his own in the sticky fluid.
"You bitch!" He snarled, dropping her forcefully to the ground and bringing a hand up to tenderly wipe at his nose.
She made a hurried move toward the back door but a swift kick was aimed at her gut and she gasped painfully as stars filled her vision. She fell to her knees immediately, wincing in throbbing agony as she curled in on herself, gripping her side and trying to hold back the tears of weakness. The man hovered over her, draping his shadow across her form as he blocked the light.
"That hurt you bitch." He whispered angrily.
"It's what you deserve." She panted as she tried to fill her lungs with much needed air.
He sneered at her cowering form. "You think you're so high and mighty because we welcomed you into our group of fighters. Well it's time for a wakeup call darling. You're weak." He said harshly.
He slowly slid his hand behind his back and Videl's eyes widened in horror, holding her hand above her fearfully as he stood over her.
"And now you should learn your place woman!" The figure hissed.
With a crazed laugh he brought forth the butcher knife that she had so carelessly dropped and grinned as it glinted in the dim light.
"Now what should I do with this?" He taunted darkly as he twirled it in his nimble fingers.
"N-no, please! Please just stop!" Videl hiccupped in fear.
He remained above her grinning maliciously and Videl clenched her fists angrily. Her eyes flashed as she felt a burst of adrenalin go through her, feeling the desperate urge to live as all humans gained when thrown into the hands of danger. She screamed and kicked her foot forward, catching the man in his most sensitive area, his crotch.
There was a moment of utter silence until his eyes rolled into his head and he choked in absolute pain as her heeled foot connected with bruising force. He stumbled back to one knee, wheezing painfully, and giving Videl the chance to catch her bearings.
"Did you think I would just sit back and let you try to kill me?!" She spat in disgust. "My father is Hercule, and believe me I do know how to fight in my defense!"
He panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned, raising his head from its bowed position. "I know that well." He grinned.
"I don't know what your problem is buddy but you had better get your ass out of my house before someone comes to check on me!" She said angrily.
"I don't think so." He whispered.
"It wasn't an option you asshole!" Videl screamed as she ran towards the door again.
With a feral growl he shot forward and attacked, aiming for her legs and pulling her down under his weight.
She fought back wildly, hitting his shoulders with her fists as she tried to escape his bruising hold on her body. He growled as her knuckles clipped his temple and he angrily pushed her back against the cold tile as he restrained her.
"Gohan! Oh god, please Gohan!" She was screaming for help as he held her arms down and straddled her waist.
"Shut up." He snapped, slapping her face to the side.
"You bastard!" She hissed, spitting in his face.
The spittle slowly dripped down his cheek and he raised a calm hand to wipe it away. Just as suddenly his mood shifted and he hit her head against the floor with a resounding crack, her head bounced from the impact and when her eyes refocused he was leaning in close to her face until his breath was hot on her lips.
"You've pushed me too far bitch." He said calmly. "And because of it, Pan will also die."
Her eyes widened in terror. "Y-you fucking bastard." She sobbed. "Leave my baby out of this."
"Hey, it was your choice and you decided to scream your heart out." He shrugged. "Undoubtedly you've waken your "baby" and she is now curious as to what is happening to her mother. In all truths I'm surprised she hasn't come down to investigate yet, but then again she takes after you more then her father."
"Please don't hurt her." Videl pleaded.
Her captor merely smiled. "Half-breeds like her shouldn't live. And because you were the one who spawned her, you shall pay in blood." He informed her lovingly as he stroked her cheek.
"W-why?" She moaned.
"Because I'm tired of your constant interfering!" He snarled.
He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and ripped her head back, baring her throat to his ministrations.
"Gohan!" She screamed for the one person who could save her in a last pathetic attempt to escape her fate.
"He's not going to come for you this time bitch." He chuckled.
He sat upon her chest and brought the knife forward, ignoring her cries of fear. Her insistent whimpering was soon silenced though as he deftly ran the blade across her exposed neck, a grim smile of blood widening as he continued to wrench her head back with tiny tears of the fleshy skin.
A wet gurgling sound bubbled forth from her opened mouth as blood spurted past now pale lips, running down to cover her murderer's hands in the steamy sweetness.
With a forceful jerk the last sinews of skin holding her head in place snapped with a spray of blood, coating his upper body in crimson and leaving the corpse headless.
"Heh, that ought to shut you up." He grinned maliciously.
He released his tight grip on the dark locks of hair and the head rolled to the floor with a soft thud, Videl's lifeless blue eyes staring at the ceiling while her mouth continued to slowly drip blood and stain the floor with her essence. He looked at his hands as though for the first time and grinned, bringing them up to his mouth to taste the sweetness of the fresh blood.
His tongue darted out to capture the crimson substance and the coppery taste filled his mouth, heightening his lust for more. He shuddered in pleasure as he continued to lick his hands clean of the gore, of the evidence.
He then rose from the decapitated body and mutely backed away from the scene of the crime, once again blending in with the shadows and absently brushing off his shirt from some unseen menace.
"Mommy?" A small voice called into the eerie silence.
He slowly glanced up toward the ceiling and his eyes glinted murderously in the dim light.
"Next up, little Pan-chan." He smirked, heading for the stairs.
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Author: Um, did I mention before that I like evilness? Sorry for the whole killing Videl thing but she had to die. :laughs evilly: More people must die! :checks list: Let's see here, who's next? :sighs: Well I hope I didn't scare u guys off, please review!
-Red-