Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Please Just let me die! ❯ A Fucked Up Fairytale ( Chapter 2 )

Hello little children, I'm back with chapter two. Though this chapter is a bit longer than the first I'm afraid it's still quite short. My apologies, but I'm trying to extend a very short story over a handful of chapters. Once again I'd like to say that this story is not meant for the faint of heart. It's not just sad, just… unpleasant. So please consider weather or not you wish to read it carefully.

 

wolf000 = Hey, and thanks for the review! I was hopping that the summary would draw people in, but I really wasn't sure that it was working. I was honestly thinking about changing it, but I will keep it the way it is for a bit longer if your into it! Here is the next chapter, hope you like! Is there physical violence? Is the sky blue?! But I'm afraid that the really gory stuff won't be until the very end. Most of the story is just a build up to the very ending, so you'll have to be a bit patient. God bless you as well!

 

Thank you to my readers from the bottom of my heart, weather you choose to review or not.

 

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Chapter 2

A Fucked Up Fairy Tale

 

“Cunt!” A gruff and drunken voice rang out, cutting through her sleep like a living nightmare. “Little Cunt get you ass out here… Come on, you make me come after you and you'll regret it.”

 

Erin almost cried, just one night… why couldn't she have just one night without the bastard calling for her.

 

When she walked out side there he stood, her beloved father waiting for her. He was standing over the nude body of her mother. She was unconscious and bleeding out of her nose. Her father held a golf club over her exposed chest, ready to strike her.

 

“Well it's about god damn time!” He smiled laughingly. He took a step forward, then thought better of it and brought the club down on her mother who screamed, but thankfully stayed unconscious. “The old bat tired out on me. Seems like only a young pussy like yours will do me now a-days…” He dropped the club and walked towards her hands extended…

 

Erin jumped in her sleep, startled awake by the sound of a car idling next to her. “Fuck…” she sighed, not bothering to open her eyes just yet. If it was trouble it would be better to wait and let them think she was still asleep, or even dead until they came closer, and let down their guard. And if it wasn't trouble then, “Shit, like it would be anything but trouble for her.” She thought, being careful to keep her muscles relaxed and still as she heard the tell tale scrape of heavy boots coming towards her.

 

She focused on the sound as it moved painfully slow, coming at her inch by inch, hesitant to come closer but compelled to do so none the less. Mentally she relaxed a little, it couldn't be a pimp or another hooker, come to knife her like she had feared. And it wasn't anyone from any gang come to take back some territory either. No these were too… too unsure. Someone who knew the streets knows to move fast and sure, take the enemy down in one quick motion and be out before they know how dead they are. No this was something else, a cop maybe. Here to move the trash out of the way and out of the view of the good little boys and girls who lived in the city. Not that they didn't have their fetishes too. How many hundreds of uptight office workers, and perky little housewives had she seen in her life who wanted whips and chains, gags and rapes behind closed doors? How many of them had beat her bloody by the end of the night? Good wasn't real, true love and happiness were fake and romance was as made-up as Santy Clause. Life was too fucked up to be a fairy tale.

 

The steps came to a sudden, almost jerky stop only a few inches away from her. Erin's body tensed before she could stop it as a strong deep voice called out, “This one's not spoiled yet.”

 

“Great,” she growled in her head, “A man.” Erin listened intently to the boots scraping the ground as the man squatted down next to her. “And from the noise he's making shit if he isn't a fucking giant!”

 

“Yes, I already knew that, but what of the mind?” an equally male voice called out from a few feet away. “What of that?”

 

“Shit! This is bad… I have to move now or else it will be too late.” Erin thought, fighting the urge to panic and bolt away. Slowly she slid the hand opposite to the man into her pocket reaching desperately, but discreetly for her blade…

 

The man in front of her began to speak, but she couldn't hear any of it over the sound of adrenalin pumping through her body, over the blood that rushed to her ears. She had to hurry and do this before the other guy got any closer, she wasn't sure she would be able to handle the freak in front of her, let alone two.

 

Moving as fast as her weakened body would allow Erin jumped to the balls of her feet, her knees bent so that she squatted at the same level as the man now dead in front of her. While she pulled the blade out of her pocket with her left hand and launched it up and towards were his neck should be. She couldn't risk relying on a stab to the gut just slowing him down.

 

She watched delighted as the knife move closer to his throat. Pushing forward in what felt like slow motion she was so weak. She hadn't killed anyone in ages, she hadn't though she would ever need to again, but the world be damned if she didn't love this feeling. Yeah, she admitted it freely, she was a monster without regret.

 

Suddenly the knife stopped a mere quarter of an inch away from the man's tanned skin, instantly breaking her out of her adrenaline laced thoughts. The man's hand was wrapped around her thin wrist, his nails digging painfully into her skin. Terrified she looked up into his face to see, nothing… no emotion, no rage, no threat of death, just nothing.

 

“As I said, her mind is perfect, strong enough to consider knifing me at any rate.” He said, his lips barely moving, and his voice as stoic as his face.

 

“Well let the poor thing go then. I'm sure you've scared her half to death!” The other man said. He stood a ways back, with a… a very pleased look on his face. As if she were a new toy he had just found and couldn't wait to play with… she hated him instantly. Both men were well dressed in some sort of fine suits, the man who held her wore grey while the other stood draped in black. The car was by far the nicest she'd ever seen, these guys were not the kind of people who should be in her territory…

 

Before Erin had time to think anything else the grey man suddenly jerked his wrist forward, and flung her backwards and back into the wall behind her in one smooth motion.

 

“What the fuck do you two want from me?!” Erin screamed breathlessly.

 

“Nothing but you yourself.” The man in black smiled.

 

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So tell me, what do you think of Erin now?

 

How is my writing style?

 

How is the story itself?

 

Please review and tell me what you think, and I will be happy to respond to you in the next chapter.

 

Oh, and sorry any weirdness this chapter may have caused, I'm having a hard time loading it onto MM.