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NOTE: My writing is mostly detail with few talking
NOTE: Some may be graphic, so viewer discretion please!
Also NOTE >.< This chapter did not recieve any revisions from me yet (meaning, I have yet to go through it and see what I can add to it and such.
NOTE: This chapter has recieved some major changes, but I'm not going to post the changes...to bad cause it was an awesome change ;D
//////Chapter One is on the Next page\\
CHAPTER 2
Ty watched as the cops flew right past her as she walked alone along the empty street, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was still covered in blood. But, hey, what they did not see could not hurt her one bit. She smiled widely as she brought the key up to eye level - it shined from the sun’s reflection. “To think!” She could not control her excitement, it was far too much to contain, nothing good ever happened to her, “To think…that I actually got the key!” She positioned herself on a park bench, trees blocking the limelight from her eyes and body, leaves gliding within the air. “But now….I have to find where he hid the documents…it won’t be easy,” Ty sighed a bit. She had just killed her brother and he was the only one that knew of the documents location - her father always did trust him more. Ty balled up her hands, and closed her eyes in disgust as she turned her head to the side. Night soon dominated the sky and still she sat, the stars highlighting the atmosphere in an array dance of mystery. The killer was calm now, the night always seemed to do that to her, even if she was covered in bloody clothes from the previous aftermath.
“Mother,” Ty’s voice sputtered to the heavens, “…I miss you, why?” Ty pulled out the knife from before and stared at it for what seemed a year. Her reflection appearing within its blade, a sliver of blood ran down the middle of that same reflection. Ty slammed shut her eyes, and growled at the thoughts pacing throughout her mind and shot the knife straight into a gliding butterfly’s’ wings; pinning it to a nearby oak tree, blood dripping from the sides of the knife. Ty fell to her knees, the remembrance of her mother becoming too much for her current mental powers to withhold. A single tear fell from her eyes as she looked up at the butterfly’s form; it flapped its wings one last time and died right there. “URGH!”
Some time later, dawn had finally come, the sun against the eastern horizon made the forms of that the environment held contain an ominous appearance. People from who knows where began filling the park; playing with their kids, their dogs, their family. Ty stood, an expressionless emotion plastered across her face, she began walking, then running. “Oh, please…NO!” Someone off in the distance screeched, it sounded like a young girl, about the age of seven or so. Ty stopped in her tracks and placed her back against a thin but tall oak tree. Another scream from an unknown girl, all Ty could tell, was that it was not going to be pretty. “HELP!” The sound grew louder as Ty made her way to the source of the sound, and then she saw it.
A man holding a young child by the arm, as the kid constantly provoked her taker by pounding her small legs to his shins. “Bah! Don’t you know it’s useless kid! No one cares for you! People are idiots, if you‘re not their kid, then they won‘t help you!” he grasped the child by the neck and lifted her off the ground, a devilish smirk formed around his face. The young girl was too frightened to kick or scream anymore, she knew she was powerless. The man tossed her to the ground like an old ragged doll and kneeled down at eye level toward her, “Do as I say, and you won’t get hurt…girl.” The little girl began sobbing as she nodded her head, fearing too much for her life to allow herself to be killed by some monster. Ty’s eyes gleamed with both anger and detest, and she focused her eyes upon the half-witted enemy.
Ty walked toward them, seemingly unaffected at the sight, “Hey! What are you doing?” she questioned, acting more caring than usual. The man turned around to reveal large black eyes and a surely intimidating six foot four inch frame. He snarled out at Ty for a number of identified reasons. “What’s it to ya?” the man blurted out, standing now. The man glanced over to the crying girl, then back toward Ty. “Though, I’d be glad to let her go, if you’d take her place,” a goofy, perverted smile washed over the smirk from before. Ty gave a quizzical look, and then peered at the small girl; she was bawling.
“I have a better idea, dude,” Ty mocked; “How about you go to hell!” she revealed a switchblade and instantly appeared behind the man. “Girl! Get out of here,” Ty nodded toward her and gave a simple smile, “this isn’t going to be pretty.” The young girl stumbled wildly as she went to find someone to help her. Ty sited the blade closer to his neck. “Trying to hurt a little girl, you will pay for that my dear,” she whispered into his ear, “Now, do this world a favor…and die.” Ty dug the knife into the man’s neck, the tip shooting through to the other side, she twisted the knife a few times, ripping the esophagus then the vertebrae, cutting off any given hope of life. Blood trickled down his neck to the ground in massive amounts.
“G-God, for- forgive me,” he pleaded as Ty yanked out the blade from his air pipe. Ty sneered at the man’s pathetic and futile attempt to cover his crimes with God’s all-knowing and all-forgiving ways. Ty then watched as he fell toward the ground. A pool of blood forming around the villain. Ty glanced around, no sign of life, she looked down at the man, certainly dead, and sirens filled the air, surrounding the park. She kicked the dead carcass with such might it moved a good few feet; Ty turned her back to the body and smiled then darted to make her escape from this murder.
 chidorilash · Fri Apr 17, 2009 @ 11:03am · 0 Comments |
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