A mixture of emotions go through the head of a young Rachel Valentine who sits down still on her bed. The look on her face shows fear. It ate at her soul everytime she thought about it. If only she couldn't feel anymore. Her body is very still and potrays a calm and peaceful girl even though there's so much going through her head right now. It's ironic seeing as the girl is only dressed in her undergarments which may have been because of the fact that she had just had sex. She lifts her head to look up at the door due to a sudden noise. It's him again.. he's here? But what does he want from her now? She gets out of her bed and walks towards the door still trying to conceal her inner weaknesses. Placing her hand against the door she can almost feel the banging inside of her. It gets louder and louder each time. She pulls her hand back at looks at it then looking back at the door. It won't be too long that the knob on that door will fall off and let him inside.
What am I? she thinks looking inside of a mirror. Yes she has now made her way to the bathroom. She looks into the reflection of her own cold blue eyes trying to unfold some sort of truth about herself. All her life she had been living a lie. Tears run down her cheek while she's trying to grasp the last few moments of her life. Is this it for her? The banging on the door is still growing louder as time flys by. She throws her fist at the mirror immeditaley shattering it into peices which fall onto the floor. She gets down on her knees and picks up one of the peices holding it to her left wrist. Soon she presses the sharpest end of the broken mirror into her wrist so that she's able to cut her veins out completely. Blood soon starts to flow out of her wrist and there's lots of it. She drops the peice feeling a sudden headache. Now face in both her hands she begins to cry out loud. After a while she picks up some sort of green liquid and with a swab dabs it onto her open wounds.
But it still won't go away. What has she done this time? Wasn't he already done with her? Didn't she not put up with enough of his bullshit? Or has she not already gotten her share of torture for the day..? Not that she couldn't do anything about it.. it's just that she didn't have any courage to stop it. She was like a sheep to him. But why? Why must she not wish for her own death before he manages to kill her. She could end it right now. All of the objects that he used to torture her with were left inside of this room. She could use one of those to take away her sad, sorry life instead of just waiting for death when it wishes to take her. Suddenly it hit her. There was a knife behind the mirror in the bathroom.
She rushes towards the bathroom and there it is. Right infront of her very eyes. Why didn't she see it before? She takes the knife in her hand and all of a sudden she has this new found confidence in her. She slowly walks towards the door that is about to break and opens it for herself.
[:/ Daddy: There you are..
He says in that same voice he used when he repeatedly raped her several times in that room.
[:/ Daddy: Come to daddy.
He adds smiling with dirty thoughts and bad intentions. She walks towards him making sure he doesn't see the knife in her hand. She smiles a little and this time she has finally let go of all the suicidal thoughts she had before. Why do you think she brought this knife out? He did it didn't he? Yet she felt some sort of sorrow in her heart for him. He must have taken her soul away from her but he was still human. In the back of her head she still had some second thoughts.. but then again he deserved this. Daddy wanted his precious little girl to grow up and be thee most selfish bitch she could be... and thats exactly what he got. His torture was hurtful but she swallowed the pain and it only made her cold once it hit her heart. But there was one thing that would shock him. She was more of a cunt than he expected her to be. All these years of training her to be the angel at his left hand had not failed but she happened to take advantage of it. He helped her bring back the heartless side of her that she put to rest when her mother died. You know what they say.. like mother like daughter.. and Rachel was about to take on after her mother.
[:/Rachel:This is for my mother.
She whispers loudly taking out the knife from behind her and pushing it into his balls. At once he lets out a scream but that doesn't stop her frm what she's about to do. She grabs his throat and delivers a kick to his groin pushing it in even further. Blood and a lot of other things spill out of his pants. He falls to the ground in pain. She lowers herself with him still grabbing onto his throat.
[:/Rachel: You killed her didn't you? and then lied to me.. I can see it in your eyes.
She pushes his head onto the floor still not letting go of his throat. He refuses to look into her eyes for he cannot bear the pain he caused her all these years. Suddenly he feels guilt for what he had put her through. She pulls the knife out of his crotch and then shoves it into this mouth. He lets out a slight groan not being able to show all of the hurt he's feeling inside. She pulls it out of his mouth and then stabs him in the chest several times. His pleas are worthless for she only hurts him even more when he cries out for help. She finds herself not being able to stop until he's dead.. or even after he dies. After about two minutes of stabbing she realizes that there is no sound coming from him. Placing her hand on his chest she feels no heartbeat.. one that was beating so fast before she slayed him. All of a sudden her conscience comes into play and she realizes what she has done. She must fled the scene to ensure her own safety.
... a few years later
It was a dark night outside the arena of the BUD headquaters. Wind blew in every direction sweeping away light weight objects along with it. While paper bags or leaves weren't swaying in the air, you could hear the sound of the wind blowing against the windows. It would be a terrible night for someone to step out of the house but people had no other choice rather than to just go about their business and those of us who could stay home just did. The coast was clear, not a single soul in sight. Except the fact that we could see this shadow of a woman walk back and forth outside the arena. She stood on the wrong side of the moon and you could tell she was female because her hair was blowing with a gust of air every now and then. A ray of light reflected on the grounds as a small door was opened up. A male figure walked out of the door and approached the woman calmly.
[/: Man - You can come in now.
He says in a deep voice. With the least amount of light that is available you could see his name tag. It read 'Thomas'. The woman leaned in and you could see a smile on her lips, but her face was still not fully visible. She swept the blonde hair behind her ears because they seemed to be dangling in her face.
[/: Woman - Thank you very much, Thomas. I shall give a good word or two for you in there.
He stretched his arm out behind her and she proceeded to walk past the doors. She stoped for a minute to look to the side and you could only see a black figure due to all the bright lights surrounding her. The door is shut as she makes her way around the hallways. We still have no clue who this woman is. She wears a black tight fitting dress in the silhouette of an hour glass reaching a little below her behind. Her long legs are adorned with black gucci boots while her blonde hair drapes below her shoulders. She turns as soon as her eyes catch something. Walking towards the door, she just kicks it open and makes an enterance. A few small spiders follow her inside the room as well as an orange kneed tarantula. The door is slammed shut behind her and you hear the screaming of a man as the scene fades to black.
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