YAY FOR UPDATES! Okay, this is chapter 6 of my longest running fiction ever!
(See other chapters for disclaimer) Another reason for my supposed quick update is because my best friend Suzy (under the pen name secretoftetra, read her fics, she kicks major RaexBB ass!) was being a pain in the ass. (If you don't know who that is, read my bio, her bio, her fics or read her review, then you'll have some idea of what I have to deal with, oy..) Well, okay, I hope you like this chapter (it is ultra short, I'll try to update as soon as I have more stuff to work with).
One more thing, thanks for voting on the options, and due to popular demand, Option 3 it is!
'I won't hold you back
let your anger rise
and we'll fly and we'll fall and we'll burn
no one will recall, no one will recall...'– Muse 'Stockholm syndrome'
She jumped out of the helicopter stealthily and crouched in the grass. The rain was still falling onto the house in the darkness. She walked across the yard to the door and rummaged through her pockets. Not finding what she needed, she cursed under her breath and looked up. Thunder rumbled and broke the eerie silence. She stepped closer to the house; after checking her surroundings she started climbing. She was far too tired to do this, she sleepily reached for the next rainwater covered ledge with her gloved hand.
The booming thunder brought her back to reality, and it also scared her, but that didn't help the fact that the sides of the house were hard to keep a grip on in the rain. She yelped loudly in panic. Her pulse raced, she was now hanging off the side of a building twenty feet off the ground. A split second after she missed the ledge, she lost her footing. The one hand holding her up started slipping, she would never do this again.
Pulling out her grapple gun with one hand, she aimed it at the roof. She quickly climbed up to her window once the rope was secured. Wrapping the rope around her waist, and then tying it, she reached up over the top of the window and pulled out a crowbar. The closed window wouldn't stand in her way; she took the crowbar and pried the window open, then pulled it up more until there was enough space for her to climb inside.
After she got in, she untied the rope and pulled it down off the roof, she wound up the grapple gun again and placed it on the windowsill. She closed the window as soon as she could, she didn't want any rain to get into the room. She leaned her forehead against the window, her heart beating wildly. She stood there for a moment.
Kim then collapsed on her bed out of pure exhaustion.
Malicious laughter rang in her ears, she couldn't move. The rope burned her wrists when she struggled. She felt the cool blade trace a pattern along her neck, she gasped for a breath. The shock almost made her heart stop.
The constant laughter, she struggled more. She screamed as loud as she could, but no one heard her.
No one was there..
The blade stopped after it finished it's pattern. No hands were holding it up. The slit skin broke slightly, blood started trickling down her chest. She kept screaming, and screaming.
But she felt no pain...
To Be Continued...