I hope everyone is enjoying this as I was quite pleased with the feedback from previous stories. The name for the story comes form an awesome song called Crimson Day by Avenged Sevefold that can be found on their newest album Hail To The King. When I write a chapter in word the spelling is fine but when I upload it and then read it later some letters have either changed or dissapeared or both. Does anyone else have this problem or am I just going stir crazy? Anyway On with the story...
Special thanks to Tinkerbell2511 and DakotaLee for reviewing and following my story
A further two punches followed causing spurts of blood to spatter over the stone cold, evil walls. Tintin let his head droop forward as blood dripped from his nasal cavity and from his mouth. Still so defiant, he was standing his ground as much as he dared as he was convinced that if he didn't, the more likely he would be to die. Muller pressed the knife against Tintin's thigh, slowly dragging it across his smooth, soft skin slicing it effortlessly through the thin black trousers. He grunted in pain, watching blood drip from his hair and silently drip upon the hard floor. Dr Muller stared at him furiously.
"What is wrong with you? You should be screaming, begging me to stop or better yet, begging me to end it by killing you" He yelled menancingly.
He gritted his theeth trying his best not to give Dr Muller the satisfaction of screaming. Blood glinted against his white gleaming theeth. Dr Muller circled Tintin like a vulture and then grasping the top of the chair pushed the chair backwards onto the floor causing Tintin's head to hit off the stone let his head fall to the side and almost immediately pool on the ground growing slowly and his side. He felt dizzy, like he wanted to fall asleep and wake up somewhere else. He couldn't give up now and he wouldn't, ever.
"This is as much for you as it is for Myles, You both deserve what you get"
Upon hearing his brothers name he raised his head of the floor and turned ever so slightly to Dr Muller.
"Oh! You heard that now didn't you!"
He pressed his foot against Tintin's neck causing his breath to catch in his throat.
"Why are you doing this?" Tintin breathed, pain radiating through his words.
"Because quite frankly you deserve it and that brother of yours is just as bad. When the time comes I shall thoroughly enjoy killing you and I'm just going to love seeing the look on Myles' face when he finds you"
Tintin buried his face in his hair trying his best to ignore Dr Muller's obscene phrases. A single tear found it's way out and dripped along his bloody nose, mixing with the thicker liquid sublimely before hitting the floor. Dr Muller pulled his foot off Tintin's throath and watched as he inhaled the vital element known as oxygen but as soon as Tintin returned to ordinary bodily functions he found yet another pressure point to probe the jornalist with. Tintin watched as Muller placed the knife back into the bag and hoped that now would be the stopping point. But unfortunately this wasn't to be as just as Tintin thought he was done he suddenly brought his hard shoe against Tintin's chest resulting in the most bone wrenching crack in existance and the resulting scream was terrifying. The sharp scream bonced off the walls like it was concrete, reflecting straight into the gleeful ears of Dr Muller.
Muller brought his foot back up against Tintin's chest again, cracking a further two ribs in Tintin's ribcage. He screamed out loud again, unable to control the pain again. He gritted his theeth as he began to feel blood reaching up his throath from his lungs and when the coughed to try and get rid of the sensation blood began to coat his mouth, making his lips taste of metal.
This was even worse than when he was kidnapped and tortured by Rastapopulus. All the pain was begining to come around full circle and it was hitting him right were it hurt.
thanks for the support I'm really enjoying writing this story. I have no idea where I get these god awful ideas from but people seem to be enjoying it so i'm just going to try and think of more cracking good but terrifying ideas. Please keep following and reviewing if you like. I like the idea of Tintin having a brother so this may not be the last story in the Nightmare series, I've been having some Ideas for another sequel so... Maybe just maybe... there might be one in the making. I'm also trying to work on an orginal idea as I just adore writing stories and I've got Logeria (Compulsive Writing) which makes things so much easier, and I would like to put my writing to good use.
