URBAN LEGENDS

Flashback:

The door opened slowly. Her eyes locked at the being in front of her. She was shocked beyond anything else. She covered her mouth with her hand to fight the scream from coming out. Her eyes widened upon realizing who the shadowy person was. She couldn't believe it.

'No! This can't be!'

CHAPTER 3

The shadowy person's eyes glistened with malice, lust, and death. He grinned and stepped inside the room. They were at an arm's distance when he held out his hand towards her. It was beckoning her to come to him. She shivered and bit her lip. Afraid was an understatement of what she was experiencing now.

'If this person is here…this means… Oh my! No! My husband…he-he can't be…dead…'

The intruder reached out to her and caressed her cheek. She flinched from the contact of their skin.

She grabbed the nearest object she laid her hands on and hit the man. It distracts the man and she ran for her dear life. She just reached the railings of the stairs when she was grabbed by the hair and was thrown on the floor. She immediately shot up and backed away from the psycho man. She grabbed the vase and threw it at the man. The psycho just continued to come forward. She continued to back away but reached a dead end. The shadowy person grabbed her hand and pulled her to his body.

He had let go of her hand and now he's holding her waist making their bodies intimately closer. He smirked at the face of the young bride. Oh how he wished she were his bride and not some bastard's. He deserves her and no other man does. She's only his forever. Though now she's not a virgin anymore, well, it doesn't matter to him. How he wished he was the one who got into her and made her feel pleasure. Yes…-the dear sweet pleasure of the flesh. He's a man and needs to satisfy his body's longings and to satisfy that, the answer is with him now. No one can stop him. The bastard of a husband is dead. She belongs to him now. He smiled lustfully at her. His eyes were conveying worldly desires.

Her eyes widened when he crashed his lips on hers. He was hungry for her. Too hungry. She tried to push him but it didn't work. He was stronger than she was.

She continued struggling but he did not budge at all. So she kneed his crotch with all the strength she could muster. His hand loosened around her and fell kneeling on the ground. She took this as her chance. Her one and only chance to escape hell's spawn. She grabbed a baseball bat and hit the psycho man over and over again not bothering where her hits were landed on.

Then she heard the sound of breaking glasses coming from below. Her first thought was her husband. She dropped the bat and ran downstairs. She found him lying on the shards of glasses at the living room. He was gravely wounded. He was a broken doll colored in red ink of his own. She knelt beside him crying.

"Wake up! Honey, wake up!"

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her. He reached out to touch her face.

"Come on, honey. We need to go now!" she said.

"O-kay… Help me up will you?"

"'kay…"

She helped him up and put his left arm over her shoulder to support him in walking.

"Where's he?"

"Upstairs… I think… I-I almost killed him…"

"Sshh… Never mind that. Let's go."

She nod and they continued their way out with him limping beside her. They were almost out when a gunshot was heard. Her husband fell on the floor. His left leg was shot. She turned around and saw the psycho man. He scowled darkly and then grinned.

"Run! Go now! Run!" her husband shout. "Save yourself! GO!"

She looked at her husband and ran her way out. She was near. Near to her safety. She opened the door and ran outside. She heard gunshots but she continued running. Clad only in a towel, she sprinted at their lawn desperately hoping that she will get help and her husband still live.

"HELP US! HELP! ANYBODY! HELP US!"

She tripped and fell on the pavement. There were cuts on her knees but she ignored them. She continued running and shouting for help.

'Damn this neighborhood to be so still when some people are dying! Damn you all! I'll never live in this town again when I lived through this night!'

"HELP! HELP US! HELP-"

She blacked out.

Everything was black. She didn't know what happened. She was just running away and screaming for help when darkness overcomes her.

"Aahh… ohh… So good… Aah…"

She opened her eyes but everything was blurred. She can see a shadow hovering over her. 'This doesn't make sense… What's happening?'

She was being pushed down and up and down… It became repetitive. She felt someone licking her ears then her throat and down her breasts. She tried to move but realized she can't. She squint her eyes and blinked. Slowly, clear images were forming back. She looked in front of her gasped. The psycho was raping her! She squirmed underneath him. He looked at her and gave her a sinister smile. She tried to scream but her mouth was gagged and her wrists were tied together at a post. Her ankles were tied apart exposing her womanhood before him. He continued to ravish her. She continued to struggle. Tears were forming in her eyes. He laughed. He continued to ram his manhood in her.

He went in and out. Slow and deep. Fast and hard. He was crazed by the pleasure he was feeling. He had imagined him inside her was good but he was damn wrong. He felt so DAMN GOOD! He didn't experience this from any whore he had sex with. He gives them credit for being good in bed but this woman was the most appetizing of them all.

"Aaah… Damn! You're so good! Aah… Aah… I should've done this long ago. Aahh… Aahh… Ohh… DAMN!"

She cried while struggling.

'NO! Please stop him! Help! Someone help me! God, please… I'm begging you…'

SMACK!

The psycho fell off her. She looked at her savior and saw her husband. She cried even more. 'He's alive! He's alive!'

"Honey!"

He untied her wrists and got the gag out of her mouth. She embraced him.

"You're alive… You're alive! Alive, my dear…"

"Shh… Yes… Come on…"

He had untied her left ankle when the psycho man got up and throw himself at her husband. Both men were caught up in a brawl on the floor punching and kicking each other.

She untied her other ankle and took the gun on the floor. She shot the psycho man on the shoulder. She fired again and hit him at his side. Her husband gave him a straight punch on the face. She stood there shaking. Her husband got up and hugged her. He smiled and then red liquid dripped from his mouth. Then blood gargled inside it that went oozing out. She looked at him horrified. Then he fall face down. A knife was sticking out of her husband's back. Blood continued to ooze out of his body.

"You thought you'll have a happy ever after with him? Wrong. DEAD WRONG."

-END OF CHAPTER-

A/N: See? I told you, guys, NOT for KIDS. PEACE OUT! :)