Well, seems im going to start chapter two. Im not saying much only enjoy!
Chapter two: Raymond Killer
"Do not stand up… do not get up from the couch."
"Why the hell can't I get off the couch?" Matt rolled onto his side, disobeying the voice repeating in his head.
The time was 7:30pm, and night was but surely creeping in. Matt began pacing away from the couch but he suddenly halted standing firm. A knock signalled from the door. He frowned answering.
"Mighty fine house you got here." The moonlight reflected into the stranger's eyes. His hands tucked in his pockets, a set of black pants. He tilted forward his hat also black and brushed down his black jacket covering a white work shirt.
Matt coughed arching both eyebrows puffing up his cheeks "Umm… ok. Thanks." He stopped pressing his lips together, eyes vaguely shifting "Ok then. Goodbye."
"Wait here one minuet. I come all the way down here and you repay me by shutting this here door in my face Mr. Ishida?"
Matt swallowed hard reopening the door "How do you know my name?"
The stranger tapped his foot grinning, "Why wouldn't I know who you here is?" his accent really started to piss Matt off but held a concealed expression towards it.
"Look im really sorry… what ever your name is. I have nothing you could possibly want, im a harmless author. And you… just probably woke up on the floor and hit your head too hard." The wind brushed his torn sleeve making him shake slightly. "So… maybe if you just hop back on your pony and ride on back home" Matt smiled biting his lip after demonstrating a horse act "we could just go back to what we were both doing."
"You don't understand Mr. Ishida. I read your story and I absolutely hated your ending." He shook his head in disapproval patting down his collar.
Darx jumped down off the couch walking over to the door "Oh, there's one thing we agree on. But you see, about that, im rewriting the book. This time the ending will be absolutely… astonishing. I just need an idea to being with. Darx get back inside!" the dog beside him, whimpered away sulking back to the couch.
"Ok Mr. Ishida, I'll make you a deal. You have five days to write that there ending. If I read it and I like it, consider yourself free to go. If by some chance you do not complete the ending, then you may as well damn yourself to hell." The figure tilted his hat further forward chuckling "the quicker you get it done, the less suffering I'll put you through. While you're at it, consider my ending." He held a paper in his hand torn and damaged, which Matt displeasingly accepted. "You see this here one?" He turned up his nose "fix it."
The wind whistled again as the night grew more intense. Matt closed his door the paper held firmly in his grasp.
Matt watched from the window as the stranger strolled out his driveway. The room had been as trashed and littered as before, nothing had changed. He approached his bin dragging his feet along the floor "Take it to the police. Burn it. Throw it out now, before you drag yourself into this game. He want's you to play you know? He's slowly moving forward, but you wont realize that until you loose more and more against him."
"I wont loose anything against anyone." He gazed aimlessly into the bin his fingers loosening on the paper.
"Is it right? Or does he just want you to throw it out? Maybe he knows what you're going to?" Matt gritted his teeth turning to face his kitchen table where he would occasionally sit down to eat a hopefully cooked meal. He slammed down the text pulling into a chair.
The paper blew a little, but held down by his hand. On the cover the title 'Corrupted by…' under in bold print 'Raymond Killer' his heart beat faster the word plagiarism dripping through his ear like a leaking tap. Each word sounded identical to his. The paper brushing past his eyes under his finger, he skimmed each paragraph faintly "He copied my story! That Son of a bitch! He-" Matt's voice died turning to the last page, it wasn't perfect at all but it was the exact material Matt was looking for. His finger trailed the words "As below, the woman squirmed in agony. She was the one to cause him such pain. He decided to kill her. The woman he loved dearly as she did a flower patch that grew in her garden right by her back door. His home his life his family, lost to this woman. He hid her body below his feet, where the house hid her in its bitter darkness. For weeks they searched but no proof of her death, even to himself her existence was only a scratch to the world and now only a faint scar in his mind." Matt breathed easily lowering his head into his hands.
Darx lowered his head studying the blonde walking through the room with the paper in his hand. He threw down the paper on the coffee table and rolled onto his side "Back to what I should be doing… wake me up in an hour Darx."
"What about this?" Mimi screamed, "It's so cute, and it's your colour!" Mimi held the outfit over Sora placing the garments in her hands piled on a selection of other clothes.
Sora rolled her eyes "Every colour is my colour according to you Mimi, and aren't we supposed to be getting you clothes?"
"Of corse not silly, you would never have come shopping with me if I said we are going for you." Mimi handed another selection of clothes to Sora. "Gee." Mimi panted wiping her forehead "this is hard work for one girl. All these pretty colours make my head spinney."
Sora reached over the clothes to study the watch on her wrist "Oh! Mimi, I forgot, I have work tonight so do you want to get something to eat now?" Mimi screamed cheerfully dragging Sora along.
Sora lined up in a McDonalds line next to order. Mimi jumped forward, mouth dropped in awe "You aren't serious Sora! This greasy food place only sells processed chicken fat, and cows liver!" Mimi held her hands over her mouth "And their nuggets are just pulverised chickens, head and all!"
"They taste damn good then." Sora announced blithely. She stepped forward grinning. "Ok, can I have… a McChicken burger, medium fries, medium coke and a McFlurry?"
"Yeah, will that be all?" the server asked. Sora responded with a reasonable nod handing an appropriate amount of cash to the man, turning to face Mimi.
"Ewe! You're about to eat a processed chicken! And french-fries that have been bathed in oil. And coke! You didn't even get diet coke! Just coke!" Sora groaned picking up her tray with her food neatly presented taking a handful of french-fries. "That's going straight to your thighs!"
Sora sat down, Mimi sitting opposite her. Sora unwrapped her McChicken, Mimi bickering about crap in both ears; she wiped her mouth and held out her hand "Ok Mimi! Calm down, its not going to your thighs is it?" Sora smiled to Mimi's absolute silence "That's right so shutup."
"Eating fatty foods is a sign of depression."
"Im not depressed." Sora responded casually and opened her mouth taking another bite of her meal "Im eating cause I know when I get to work, im gonna be stuffed busy and as usual Tai will be sitting on his fat ass eating, so im evening the scores a little."
"Tai? Oh how is that cute hottie?"
"Does a pain in the arse satisfy you?" Sora finished off her meal wiping her hands on a napkin "Well, what do you wanna do?"
Mimi cringed at the empty wrapper over Sora's half of the table "Well… it's eight and I really think you could do with a new wardrobe! Which is why im getting you an outfit before you go to work. Cause those clothes look sort of boyish."
"Are you calling me a guy!" she screamed now standing.
Mimi shook her hands covering her ears "Ok, ok! You're not. You are a very pretty girl, you just don't show it." Oh plan of the century! "You want Matt to like you right?"
"Mimi, don't play this shit with me, im seriously not in the mood." Sora grumbled.
Mimi pouted, frowning "Well, if you let me get to what im absolutely great at, I can make you one hot date even Matt will fall for!"
Sora sighed raising her eyes to the roof "I'll do it for you, it can be your type of fun, and I will stay however you make me, clown, joker, hot date whatever! For one day and then im back to me and how I am."
"Im about to turn Sora into a princess!" Mimi clapped her hands together jointing her fingers "Sora a princess, Matt a prince. It's so beautiful…" her voice trailed off with a deep sigh.
She grabbed Sora's wrist dragging her into a beautician. "You can't expect me to sit with all these low life people?" Sora whispered and tried digging her heals into the ground only forced harder through the door by Mimi.
"Ah Mimi!" the man at the register screamed "And who is this?"
"Oh this is Sora. She needs the special treatment. Big time." Mimi signed a paper smiling at Sora "Don't worry Sor, this will be so much fun!"
"What are they going to do to me?" Sora asked. She almost sounded like she was going to cry.
The man responded in place of Mimi, "Make you absolutely gorgeous! My dear." He laughed pushing the young woman into a seat. "Now all you have to do is relax, and go with the flow."
If there is someone up there that loves me they would strike this guy with a thunderbolt! Sora smiled, "Yeah sure whatever."
Matt suddenly shot up. He had miraculously moved from the couch to his bed. All lights were dead and everything was completely silent. He leaned forward rubbing his eyes, 8:00pm? "Darx? Here boy." He whistled only replied with a deadly silence he whistled again calling for his dog. "Darx? I asked you to wake me up boy, but you didn't did you?"
He sighed and stepped out from his bed "He's been. I warned you, but you didn't listen. Do you ever listen? No. You don't." Matt ignored it. His breaths became shaky slipping into his dressing gown.
"Darx? Where are you boy?" he tunefully whistled softly sighing as he left the room. It was darker now, and he had a clear view of the house. It was empty. He called once more for his dog walking down the stairs cautiously.
"You're paranoid. Can't you tell?" he swallowed hard turning left then right.
In the corner of his eye he could see his fireplace, lit. "I didn't turn that on." In front lying across the coffee table, a chainsaw with blood covering the razors. His heart almost completely stopped noticing the front door was wide open.
He approached warily gazing into the fireplace. In it's centre he found the head of his dog burning in the flames furry. His leg was close by and his tail on the floor beside the coffee table. "Help!" he bellowed louder "You prick! I'll kill you!"
He dropped to his knees, he couldn't bare look at the dog again only shook behind the couch reaching nearby for the phone.
What could happen next? Who could Matt call? What about Darx? What about Sora? What about my poor wrists! Oh well please review and tell me what you think! Hope you liked it! Oh that was soo short sorry i promise the next chap will be three times that. Thankyou!