When Morgan finally came around, the first thing her senses picked up was the fact she was chained up. On a wall. What the hell? The next thing was the sound of someone screaming, loudly, agonizingly. She remembered thinking how damned annoying it sounded, but she would never have admitted it. Because good people don't find the sounds of death and agony simply annoying. And she was good. Or she liked to think. Yes, so annoying... Multiple voices screaming death in her ears; but the worst part is when they just stopped.
"Huh. Guess you're awake." A new voice remarked. "Well, don't be rude. Open your eyes." And that voice was familiar to her, now. Did he do this...? That man? She struggled to open heavy lidded eyes to stare at her savior-turned-captor. She saw how he was coated and splattered in red. It was fresh. "Oh, this." he quickly checked his shirt and his expression turned to disgust. "This is what I hate about the job. All these fucking bodily fluids. This is my Sunday shirt, too!" His laugh was humorless. Obviously, this man didn't do much church-going.
"So, now that we're past that, time for introductions. I'm Johnny, but you can call me Nny for short." She blinked. Wasn't that already short...? "WELL? Are you going to say your name or what?" He half-shouted, seeming agitated. She could tell he didn't have much patience. Or any patience. She stuttered, but finally got out her name.
He smiled, pleasant again. "Morgan, huh. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan..." he toyed with the name for a moment. "Well, how about I carve your name into your skin? Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Your last name, too. Wouldn't want you forgetting it, like I did. Be happy, little Morgan. I'm doing you a service." He laughed again, and it was grating on her ears. He picked up a blood-coated knife and advanced on her with a wicked grin. She started screaming, too, and tried kicking, punching, anything to get him away, but the chains still restrained her. He tugged up her shirt a bit, and growled. "Stop squirming, or I might kill you." She quieted, but her breath still hitched. He pulled at her shirt a bit more, exposing her side. "Hm..." he paused. "How should I go about this? Pretty script for pretty skin. Hehehe. Details. Maybe a little bunny. What do you think?" He looked up at her, almost considerately. She swallowed, and began shakily. "You want to know what I THINK?" He nodded, irritated. "Yes, that's what I just said! Now give me a fucking answer already." She glared daggers at him.
"You want to know what I think? I think you're an insane psychopath with nothing better to do than kill people! For no good reason other than they irritated you? You just-" He cut her off, looking bored. "If you want to insult me, you'll have to do better than that. I've heard far worse from lower pieces of shit than you, and you're just stating the obvious." She sat back, not resisting against the chains, incredulous. No reaction whatsoever, other than boredom. Johnny raised the knife, and made the first cut...
It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. Her skin burned where the knife made its mark, but she knew it could've made it a lot worse, had he wanted to. He wasn't quick about it, though; staring at her skin like a canvas, the knife his brush, the blood his paint. The only time he spoke afterward was to ask for her last name, and waited for minutes before she gave in and told him. Maybe if she just did what he wanted, he'd let her go-... God, what kind of joke was that? When some of the screams died down, he paused in his work to freshen their pain and a new batch of agonized death cries rocked her body. She just squeezed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth as he went back to his work, shutting out the noise, concentrating on the pain in her side. Finally, there was a metallic thunk on the basement ground, and Nny had stepped back to admire his handiwork. She craned her sore neck to see, too.
It was in a jagged script, Morgan Chase. As promised, a little bunny with X's for eyes was drawn into the O. It looked almost dead... "That's Nailbunny." he had said proudly. "He's on the wall upstairs. Although..." he added slyly. "It's not as if you'll ever see the upstairs." Her breath froze, and she said tiredly. "Does that mean you're going to kill me?" He thought for a moment. "Hell, I kill everyone eventually. It's just a matter of when, Morgan." With that, he suddenly turned, and climbed the stairs to the upper level.
"W-wait... You're just going to leave me?" she cried out. He paused, and turned his head to give her a bland stare. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be back to get you soon." With a cackle, he was gone. Just like a cheap B-movie villain, she thought incredulously. She began working at the chains, twisting this way and that, trying to slip something out-
"That won't do you much good, girl." someone spoke quietly. She whipped her head around to see a middle-aged man in a blood-stained suit, hanging from a mounted pole like a captured animal. She felt horror wash through her, but he still appeared calm. "I've been here for a while, girl. And I know what that man will do. Just look at the way he has us all bound, without even a whiff getting to the police. I've seen him kill many people with my own eyes, and there was undoubtedly many more before me. I'm sure I'll meet my end here, soon, too." At this, he gave a small laugh, then coughed. " I suppose I shouldn't be too morbid... But you're in danger here, honey. Those chains are damned near impossible to wriggle out of unless you're a snake or have they key. Neither of which are going to come true very soon." He looked at her doubtfully. She shook her head and pushed everything else away, trying for a bright smile. He wasn't fooled.
"Honey, don't try to fake it. You're in Hell now, it's okay to scream or cry or whatever you have to do." He seemed kind... She wondered what he could've done to be dragged here like this. As if reading her mind, he gave a hollow laugh and his expression became blank. "You might think I'm kind now, girl, but I wasn't always this way. Being here has given me a lot of time to reflect on myself and try working things out. Lot of good it'll do now, huh?" He twisted his head to get a look at the still-bleeding name-tag on her torso. "Morgan, hm...? That's a very nice name, hon. It means Bright Sea, right?" Seeing her expression, he smiled good-naturedly once more. "I'm sort of a name enthusiast. Mine means Heard By God. Samuel. Well... if only God could hear me now." She noticed he talked a lot about being here... Maybe that's all there was to talk about in this place... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud creak of the door opening, and heavy steps coming down the stairs.
"Well... What have we, here? Chatty, aren't you?" Johnny observed. "Why don't I just cut out that wiggling tongue of yours? I've let you live for too long, anyways. It's about time the wall gets your blood." He strode over to Samuel, knife in hand, and grabbed a hook of the wall next to him. An ice-cold rock had dropped into Morgan's stomach as she watched him pry open the man's mouth with the hook, she heard him screaming, terrified. She couldn't watch anymore, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to drown out the screams, and worse, when all he could manage was a garbled moan of agony... She heard a wet splat and something dripping into a bucket. Johnny chuckled. "Well... one down." The clicks of steel-toed boots approached her, and she gritted her teeth, shutting her eyes even tighter, until he said quietly. "Look at me." She shook her head until he roughly grabbed her chin and forced it up.
"Listen... There is no reason I shouldn't kill you right here and now. But hell, I'm a reasonable guy. So... I have an assignment for you. If you don't want to die right this instant, I suggest you comply." The still-wet knife glittered dangerously in his hand. She swallowed hard, then nodded. Morgan hadn't said a word since he had left the basement before. He stepped back for a moment and studied her, just like he was when he considered how to cut her. Except this time, he was looking at her face, not her torso.
"Be grateful, little Morgan. Normally I wouldn't offer anything of this sort. Which is why, the second you make a wrong move, you're going to die. Do you understand?" After another nod, he continued. "That damn wall has become more and more demanding over the years. Even I've realized I can't handle it if it needs even more blood than usual. Which is why I'm willing to offer you a deal."
She opened her mouth, just a bit, but thought better of speaking. He glared at her, irritated. "What is it? If you've got something to say, say it." She shook her head and motioned for him to continue. He frowned. "Fuck, it's not like you're the one that got their tongue cut out." He shrugged, but spoke again.
"What I want is for you to become my partner. You're helping me find people to feed the wall."
A/N: Ooooh, what will happen next? . Sorry for the wait, you guys . I've just been trying to focus on Kuroshitsuji Oneshots and all that... Gomen~ Hope you enjoyed~ Review and tell me what you think ^^