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Chapter 2.
Five months later, and twenty six more deaths, she was onto her final victim.
The one that at first made her laugh and smile, the one that then made her life hell, the one that made her suffer, that made her cry, scream, hurt, the one that ruined her whole life.
Catherine Belabed.
She sighed lazily from where she sat on the soon-to-be-dead-sluts roof and ran her finger over the tip of her knife, a habit she had gotten into a while back.
She planned on savouring this one as much as she could, make her scream until her vocal cords broke and her throat dried up, make her bleed until her lips turned blue and even her heavily made up face wouldn't be able to hide the paleness of her skin.
Ellie was brought back out her thoughts when she heard Catherine walking up the driveway with her phone on one side and Jonathon walking next to her on her other side.
Ellies scowl darkened even deeper as she watched them interact, his mouth kissing her neck and her perfectly manicured hand on his ass, and a sudden slideshow of memory passed through her head of how they used to do that, way before Catherine came, and they were extremely happy. ' the best days of her life' is what she used to describe them as, and in some way, they were.
She snapped back out of her thoughts and a small smile formed on her ivory coloured face as she remembered how happy they used to be, how nice he was to her, how romantic and loving and caring he was, but her delicate smile turned into a slightly menacing grin and she chuckled darkly.
How her night had gotten better, now she would be able to get to both of those betraying bastards and have her revenge once and for all.
She vanished from sight a split second, before reappearing inside Catherine's house, sitting on one of the 'comfortable' pure, cream coloured leather sofas that her 'oh-so-perfect' family could afford with their many millions in the bank.
" ...and then I said to her' screw you bitch! I'm not cleanin it up!' and she sooo totally flipped, but I just said ' Go fuck yourself you whore!' and left her there...oh yah ...I know! she's so annoying!... well, I gotta go, Johnny-babe is treating me to a night of kinky sex for my birthday... yah, I know I'm lucky bitch no need to remind me!...ok Trish! mwah! get me something expensive!" Catherine said, and un delicately flipped her pink, diamond studded flip up phone down and chucked it on the sofa, before turning around and pulling Jonathon into her arms and kissing him with as much violence she could muster.
Ellie gagged and turned away, her smirk that was still plastered onto her face seeming to grow as she once again ran her finger along the edge of the blade. This, she decided, was going to be fun.
She could imagine it now, ' Rich teen found dead in family home' would be on the front cover of every newspaper, and it would describe how much of a lovely child she was, beautiful, caring and trusting, but it was taken away from her as her boyfriend of 7 months ruthlessly tortured, raped, and finally killed her.
Ellie wouldn't kill him, she had already decided that 5 months ago, instead she would just make him seem insane and blame him for the murder.
I mean, who would believe a 17 year old teenage boy with a criminal record and pot smoking friends that a violent ghost did it?
" Where do you want it this time?" Jonathon asked between kisses and Catherine trying to get his shirt off.
" The table" she said letting go of him and walking deliberately slowly backwards until her back hit the table, and she smiled seductively whilst unbuttoning the front clasp of her yellow and orange patterned halter neck tank top and Ellie watched, repulsed as he licked his lips and stared at her way too big breast implants as her top hit the floor, before rushing over to her and taking one into his mouth, earning a moan that seemed like a sickening scream to Ellies ears.
She finally couldn't take the insane itching of her hands anymore and she got up from her seat, walked over to the disgusting sight in front of her with a revolted frown on her face and got the sharp knife poised directly at Catherine's throat, before a blinding light came through the room, followed by a strange chanting.
Catherine screamed and pushed Jonathon off of her, successfully hurting him as he landed on his ass and she wrapped her arms around her naked chest, while Ellie kept her determined expression on her face, although the chanting was somehow pulling her outside. The knife in her hand started to tremble slightly, which then erupted into a violent shake as she continued to force herself to do it.
She was about to slit that bitches throat, get rid of her once and for all, when her mind and body couldn't take it anymore, and she followed reluctantly the sound that the chants were coming from.
Her eyebrows creased in pain and concentration as she walked through the door and the light assaulted her ghostly senses even more, but after a second she could clearly see about twenty men, dressed the same with strange glasses, an old man dressed in an expensive suit with, what was presumably a cane and a taller man standing next to him, looking pretty nervous.
With what little control she had left, she smirked and disappeared, only to reappear behind a man and slit his throat, laughing uncontrollably at how all the other men started running round screaming bloody murder.
Once she was satisfied with 6 more deaths, she focused to where she was heading to.
All laughter and fun died down and was replaced with a shrill scream of fear as she stared at a big, glass container with various words marked all around it, in what she thought was some kind of foreign language.
She tried to stop herself, to force her body to stop and turn around, but the chanting seemed to hypnotise her somehow, willing her to step up into the cube and she had no choice but to obey.
Once inside the cube, the door shut firmly and the chanting stopped, she was once again able to control her own body.
Ellie looking around frantically trying to find a way out, a crease, a hinge in the doors that was faulty, but it was no use.
" I hope you rot in HELL!!" she screamed at the man who seemed to be in charge, but he didn't seem put off as all he did was walk casually up to the cube, staring at her dead eyes through his spectre glasses and looked her up and down, making her feel rather insecure.
" You won't believe how many times people like you have said that to me" he replied back, that same menacing smirk plastered on his face.
Ellie definitely knew something was up with these people.
Her old self started to kick in and she started to panic and started scratching at the walls with her knife, hitting the doors, screaming at the men, and trying again to find a way out.
But, yet again, it was pointless. The inscription written around the box seemed to keep her sealed in, and she jumped when the box began to move.
She came to the conclusion that she was being lowered onto a truck or some kind of lorry.
Ellie realised that the evil man was using the other one, the one that looked so worried and nervous as he gulped down a pill of some sort, and laughed to herself even though she was supposed to be confused or scared.
' obviously a drug addict...' she thought to herself, feeling a sort of pity for him, but she knew, or deduced, that he was just acting that way so that she'd pity him and not kill him.
That made him her first choice to kill when she got out of this fucking box.
As she was about to leave though, she looked back at Catherines house, and what she saw nearly made her scream in rage.
The man, the vile one that captured her, was talking to Catherine, giving her and Jonathon a pair of the strange glasses, and she was looking straight at her.
Before the doors of the lorry closed though, and being Catherines worst enemy, and wouldn't ever want to miss a chance of seeing her scared out of her plastic shell, she smiled wickedly at the both of them, and with the hand that was holding her knife she wiggled her free fingers at them as if to say hello, and laughed out of her skull at how Catherine fainted and Jonathon's usual tanned complexion turned almost as white as hers and he kept his hands on either side of the glasses.
Even though her revenge had been ruined, this time anyway, she thought that THAT had to be worth anything, and knew that she'd keep it with her for the rest of eternity.
Even thinking about it made her laugh even harder, and as they shut the doors and felt the truck start, she finally asked herself that one question she should've asked before.
" What the fuck was all that about?"
YEAY! chapter two! whoop!
sorry I haven't updated in a while, you won't BELIEVE how much writers block I've had, but now that it's the summer holidays i have as much time as I want. Ever. lol! R&R! Flamers are welcome! i'm goin now cus my bros bein weird.xxxxxxxxxxx