Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Murderess ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Keys:
Dreams
'Thoughts'/ Inner Voice
‘Sound’


Finally… home… I thought as I rested my head back. It has been a long night. I felt tired and out of energy. Though, of course that is the price you pay for working from 6pm to
1am. I have been working in this job nearly a year now. My mom has been working on
this for more than a year, yet has not complained about it. Not once. So why am I complaining? Simple, kids in my age complain about everything. I turned my head towards the window. I never noticed how beautiful the midnight sky or the moon looked.
“Hey mommy, doesn’t the moon look beautiful?” I asked.
“It sure does.” my mom spoke softly.
“Just wait until a full moon, it looks even better!” I stated enthusiastically.
She laughed. I smiled and turn to look at her. My mom had always been a young looking beautiful woman. For a woman that?s turning 46 years old in a few days, she sure still looks very young. It’s funny how people think of us as sisters and not as mother and daughter. My mother was driving down Manchester blvd as I slowly drifting into a sleep.

“Mom?….”
“Mommy is gone now. I„m the only one you have now…”
“Mom!”
A girl ran to her mother. She was on the bed, lifeless. Her mother had her neck ripped open, and a huge cut on her stomach nearly taking up the entire front part of her and her internal organs were pulled out and ripped into piece as if an animal had been eating them to fill its hungry. The girl gave into her weak knees and fell beside her mother’s bed. She held her mother’s cold hands in her own. She lowered her head and placed her head onto her mother’s icy cold hands. “Come on my dear sweet child.”
A hand was held out in front of her. The girl merely looked up at the man. She didn’t know whether it was her dad or a psychopath. A killer. Someone that took the only person she ever had in her life. Deep down she knew he was no longer her father but a killer.
“No! I don’t need you in my life!” She shouted with rage.
The man laughed. He reached to her, grabs her by the wrist and pulled her up towards him with force.
“Are you sure about that you worthless child?” He asked heavenly. The girl turned away from him. His breath smelled like alcoholic.Right away she knew he had been drinking as always. Although, he never committed a crime like this before. The father pulled her, away from her beloved mother. She struggled to get away from him. No use, his grip on her had been too strong for her to break free.

I open my eyes. Although, my vision was blurry, I could still make out my mom ?s face. Brown eyes, Black mid long, semi curly hair. She smiled down at me, and giggled. “Come on, Kate we’re home.” She spoke gently.
I nodded my head. I rubbed my eyes a bit before unbuckling my seat belt. I grab my
black iPod, T-Mobile G1 phone and my keys. As I got out of the car, I began to walk into the house, next thing you know my four lovely furry friends ran out the in front door as if their lives depended on it. I made my way up the stairs. I could hear the dogs barking. I simply smiled to myself. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I realized that my dad wasn’t home. Odd.Why? Because every time I come home from work, I could hear him snoring. Tonight was dead silence. That is something that’s not normal, especially in this house. I took a deep breath before entering my room.
“Don’t be stupid! You know something is going to happen! This isn’t normal!” The little voice in my mind shouted. I ignore it.I began to stripe off my clothes. The shirt went first then the jeans. Now I’m standing in the middle of my room in my black laced bra and black panties. Wondering what happen to my large long black and white sleeve shirt I crossed my arms just right on my breasts. Soon enough I found what I was looking for. I slipped it on then started to crawl into bed. That’s when I had a surprising visit from my German Shepard mix bread, Pantera. I chuckled lightly as she jumped onto the bed. She wagged her tail happily as he began to lick my cheek.
“Alright, alright. I get it! I missed you too buddy.” I spoke between giggles. Soon enough, she lies down beside me and fell asleep. I looked at Pantera, I began to doze off into a deep sleep.

“Why? would you do this?”
She merely stood over the person.
“Why?” She spoke softly, “WHY?! You ask!”
She was filled with rage. She already knew what she had become. A monster. No longer human. She didn’t feel pain. All her emotion vanished in the thin air. Yet, she found herself wondering.
“After all we have been through. You decide to take this path. Why? I thought Iwas your father.”.
“A father?” She asked, “Don’t you dare give me that. You a father? Never. You turned me into this monster.”
She placed her foot on his neck. He groans. He was in pain already, No human can ever take this much of pain that she will bring upon him. She pressed her foot on his neck, which caused him to scream in pain. Her plan was to give him the same amount of pain he had given her a year ago. As he continued to scream, she pulled out a kitchen knife. She placed right above his head. She stared down at him.
“Who are you?” He asked between groans.
“Who am I? I’m the same little girl that you consider a daughter, I’m the girl that you took away everything she ever had. But now, I’m no longer the little girl you knew.” She spoke as she sat on his chest and started to stab him right between the eyes. The man didn’t have enough time scream or to do anything vocal action. The girl left the knife between his eyes. She held the knife in a good strong grip. From between the eyes, she started to pull the knife down with good force. At that moment, blood began to drip out, and then the blood came out much quickerrunning down from his face. From his face the blood came from the neck, the chest and so forth until the man was cut into half from the eyes to the genitals. The body of the man has been surrounded by blood. The girl stood above him. Hand dripping blood, holding the knife from the grip hold.Just staring down at the body. The eyes of the girl began to change from chocolate brown to crimson red.

I found myself sitting up on my bed. I stared straight ahead, as if something was right in front of me. Sweat was running down my forehead. My mouth felt dry. My breathing was a little irregular. Who was the girl? And that man...Why does it look like my dad?I took long deep breath until I felt back to normal. So many question rose from within me and little answers were given. Then, something out of ordinary seemed to give me an uneasy feeling. Pantera wasn’t in the room and the door was slightly open as I turn to look at the door. The moon still high in the sky, gave a dim light through the bathroom window. It shone through small window and into the hallway. Slowly and quietly, I slipped out of bed. I slipped on my slippers, grab my slipknot sweater. As I was walking out of my room quietly while putting on the sweater. I realized everything was too quiet. Too quiet for comfort for me, something wasn’t right. As I walked down the hall and down the stairs, I could fairly make out to what appears to be a figure. Could it be a robber? My mom? Or could it be my own dad? The moonlight didn’t shade much light through the window of the kitchen that was just above the sink.
“Mom???” I asked as I began to approach the figure.
Soon I felt a sharp pain go through my heart, I felt sick to my stomach on a sudden notice.I froze as I saw the figure move through the darkness of the kitchen. I took a deep breath. As I placed my hand on wall, feeling the smooth surface as I walked along the side of the wall. Searching for the light switch that will be able to shine upon the kitchen to show what was hidden in the darkness. Get out of here! It’s not safe! The little voice in my mind warned me. I ignored yet, again. I stop in my track as I felt the switch underneath my figure tips. I held my breath, shut my eyes and switched the light on. Don’t open your eyes! You must see what’s before your eyes! Just run out of there! I open my eyes very slow and scream. My body reacted with my emotion. My knees weakened. I dropped to my knees, quickly caught myself with my bare hands. My breathing became irregular. It was hard to get the air into my lungs. Tears streamed down my face. The site was unbelievable. Unbearable, hard to get it through someone’s mind. The images kept popping into my mind. I slowly raised my head, breathing irregularly, now gasping. Tears still streaming down my cheeks, I couldn’t help it but stare at the site. In front of me, lied a poor defend less animal. A four-legged companion, the companion I called my pet, Pantera. Throat was slit open, the legs were cut off, its jaw ripped out. Surrounded by a pool of a crimson red liquid called blood.Who would such a heartless crime? I slowly rose to my feet, still shook by the site; I slowly began to back away from the sense. My back turned towards the living room as walking backwards. I didn’t want to believe it, I wished it was a dream but I knew deep down it wasn’t a dream at all. ‘Thump’ I stop.Everything must have frozen in time. Right then and there I felt something dripping onto my head. As my placed my two of my figure tips on the liquid that landed on my head. I slowly ran my two-figure tip across the liquid and bought my figure tips about eyes point. Blood? But was it impossible for it to dripping from the ceiling? I swallowed then looked up. A couple of drops of blood dripped from the ceiling and onto my face. Faintly, I saw it. I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Horrified, I step back. And there they hang. A tan Chihuahua, a mix breeds Terrier and a Husky type dog. My three dogs that I loved as well, although their names are a little unusual but I still loved them to death. But death has them now. My tan Chihuahua named Oso, in the middle was my Husky type dog, Fredricka and lastly, my mixed breed Terrier named Naruto. I closed my eyes tight and ran out of the kitchen, to the stair than up the stair. One thing ran into mind and that’s check on her. My mom. As some I reached the top of the staircases.I saw the dim light from the bathroom shine into my parent’s room. I swallowed again, the lump in my throat didn’t seem to go away. I started to walk to the room, with one hand on my mouth and the other around my stomach. I felt like I was going to vomit. Once I entered the room. There, another horrible sense. This time, I felt alone, lost, confused. My mom lying down on the bed. Dead. She had her throat ripped open, her internal organs pulled out. The sheets that were once pure white were now stained with blood. And standing over her bloody corpse stood the man that I thought was my dad.
“Mom?”
“Mommy is gone now. I’m the only one you have now…” “Mom!”
I ran to my mom. She was on the bed, lifeless. My mom had her neck ripped open, and a huge cut on her stomach nearly taking up the entire front part of her body and her internal organs were pulled out. I dropped to my knees beside my mom’s bed. I held my mom’s cold hands in mine own.
“Come on my dear sweet child.”
A hand was held out. I merely looked up at the man. I didn’t know whether it was my dad or a psychopath. A killer. Someone that took the only person I ever had in my life. The person I cared about it the most. Deep down I knew it was no longer my father but a killer.
“No! I don’t need you in my life!” She shouted with rage.
The man laughed. He reached to her, grabs her by her wrist and pulled her up towards him with force.
“Are you sure about that you worthless child?” He asked heavenly to her. The girl turned away from him. His breath smelled like alcoholic. Right away she knew he had been drinking as always. But he never committed a crime like this before. The father pulled her, away from her beloved mother. She struggled to get away from him. No use, his grip is stronger. I continue to struggle; I wasn’t planning to give in now, not ever. I kicked him in his testicle. With that he let me go and I dashed for the window. I opened the window. I started to climb out.
“Come back here you worthless girl!” He shouted as he started to run for the window. I hung onto the edge of the window. I looked down. It was at least two stores off the ground. If I let go there could be a high chance that I either died or broke a bone in my body. Though, if I stayed long enough for him to catch me, I could face the same faith as my mom. Either way, I’m pretty much screwed, or I knew that. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a glare. I gave him a glare back and let of the edge of the window. ’Thump’ I hit the ground. I was staring up at the sky. I felt no pain on my right arm; I felt the cold air pass by me. I was alive. I lied on the ground. I couldn’t move. I was doom. My vision became blurry and all I saw was a shadow looking down at me. I
groan softly and soon enough the darkness consumed me, And I, I lied still on the ground with my eyes close, floating in the darkness knowing this was the end of Kate Widows. Everything was taken away from my mom, my pets, and my life.
To be continued...