Everyone dies

Raebus · 09-12-2007, 03:45 PM

This is the first part of possibly a three chapter story or more, comments please. It contains a few adult bits.

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An old film in a run down theatre played, the sounds of chattering kids set against a black and white film resonating off the walls and then it died, gun shots shattered the silence and a body slumped to the ground, the body of a child. This wasn’t just a movie played for the sick thrills, no action junky would have gotten a hard on from watching children being pumped with bullets but instead, it was the real footage of a massacre that took place in a town, the home town belonging to the only person watching a seemingly ancient piece of footage in the theatre and even if it pierced his heart like a blade with just a single showing, he had to remember and never forget and he had a key role in every scene, it was like rubbing his ego, almost.

It’s been Six years to the day since his home town had once stood, not a ruined town but a hectic one. Compared to the Ruin it is today, it was poles apart with boundless happiness. Sure, it had the odd moment of violence but it barely made a difference to the jubilant atmosphere. Located within the northern part of England, it was away from the violence taking hold of other parts of England. Rumour says that a massive outbreak within London had occurred, that death smiled at every living soul still working in that accursed city but any other “Fact” beyond that is merely speculation. Luckily, they were miles apart and nothing would go wrong, or so he thought.

It all changed that one day 6 years ago when a stranger walked into town. Suspicions arose of her identity. She was a mystery, having no name or barely speaking of where she came from. Outlandish rumours of her being part of the Mafia and seducing them with promises of sex and biting away their Libido amongst others ran rampant. Whilst they certainly sounded believable, one person in particular; a local, put on his detective hat and robe and set about a chain of events that would lead to the destruction of his home town and the deaths of hundreds.

For the first few days everything was pretty normal, people went about their daily lives, thugs beat up innocent civilians for change and we can’t forget the rapists, they did their part in society. Stories begin to pop up in newspapers about bloody murders that seemed unrelated; it couldn’t have been a mere coincidence that all this begin the moment that stranger walked into town. The only local brave enough to find out the facts, to push aside the pile of rumours gathering and to quench his thirst for knowledge had no qualms with donning his detective suit to follow the stranger night and day.

After numerous deductions and the odd chances to play the part of the peeping tom, he decided that it was a girl. Shocked as he was, he wouldn’t let this distract him. Even when he was going through the laundry she dropped off at the dry cleaners, getting a more intimate look and sniffing the scent of her pantaloons to aid his dog like sense of smell naturally, he could stand the hard ship and his dedication was truly admirable.

After days upon days of snooping around and getting nowhere, he was almost as it his wit ends when fate led to a strange occurrence. It was late and exhausted, the detective trundled along the side walk, whistling a tune he’d heard on the radio in the local co-op when suddenly, a scream pierced the dead of night. His mind started racing at speeds unheard of, “What could it be?” and “I wish I’d taken my taken my camera during the Peeping tom...Stake outs”.

Less waste and more haste as his grandmother once said and his legs took on a mind of their own and raced off towards the source of such a common sound now. The worn soles of his Adidas trainers slammed hard onto the side walk with each rather sluggish movement of his legs. Moments from buckling over with his legs unable to take the strenuous exercise, luck intervened. The voices of a young girl and a guy possibly in his 20’s reached his ears and he halted with an exaggerated effort, almost tripping over his own untied relics, and turned on spot to face an alleyway.

A young sultry girl stood in the alley way. Her face powdered with make up that would have put a clown to shame and half of the whores walking the streets. Beside her a young guy and from the looks of the hard on he was sporting, incredibly horny began to strip off and she followed suit. Her hands grasped around the top of her skirt and pulled them downwards in one swift motion, which crumpled on the gravel beneath her feet, her fashionably torn top joining the now slightly wet skirt on the ground. She’d taken the liberty of not wearing panties and now stood completely naked, smilingly sultrily she motioned towards the ground and whoever she was with didn’t need a hint at what she had in mind.

It was almost comical in a way, the sight of a now completely nude girl straddling herself upon the man’s groin and sensually moving her hips to the slow rhythm of her breathing. One of her hand’s reached into the pile of clothes messily placed beside them and pulled out a common kitchen knife from the clothing and violently penetrated the her lust filled victims stomach, now no longer bathing in the pleasure but screaming in absolute pain.

“It could have been worse, at least the blade hadn’t gone lower than his stomach” the detective thought from safe distance as the blade twisted and twisted inside the now dead corpse.

He hadn’t seen anything like it in his entire life; well apart from the imported films from Asia and even then the ass hole film censors usually cut the most gruesome parts, they always lost that touch when the scenes with genital mutilation were missing. Panic set in as soon as he realized he was alone with the murderous and au natural lass. Even if she hadn’t noticed him yet, she soon would and dying a horrible death or having sex with an under age wasn’t too high on his priority list.
If he could just make a quiet exit, everything would be okay and soon he’d forget such a sick and quite arousing memory but the eyes of another girl caught his own as he turned on the spot, the stranger he’d been tracking all the while. She was still wearing the same black cloak and a bemused look on her face from what he could distinguish beneath the velvet hood.

“You enjoyed that? Pervert” Her voice caught him off guard; it could have been the voice of an angel with an undertone of compassion.

“I...what the hell is going on? The alleyway sex is pretty normal sure but the murder? And I wasn’t aroused; it’s a crease in my pants” His voice shook, with half excitement and half fear.

The street lamp nearby erupted in light and for the first time, he saw her Brown eyes looking over his shoulder towards the still naked young girl rasping in delight. She didn’t answer straight away, silence being the only prisoner escaping from her lips. The closer he looked the more he noticed the sadness etched into her face, none of it diminished her beauty though.

“It’s... disease or even an epidemic, like a cancer spreading throughout the world and it’s all because of me, everyone’s going to die and it’s all because of me!”

A mixture of anger and sadness took hold of her. Her delicate hand shot into a pocket and grabbed the hilt of a knife. She pulled the antique dagger out and handed it to the dim witted detective with a vague sneer .If it was a gift then it was a pretty lousy gift. He hadn’t gone hunting since he was a boy and even then he’d be too much of a pussy to kill the wild life, more like pet them and hint at his closet gayness.

“You’re different from all the others, you might be a pervert who sniffed my undergarments and a dim witted fool but you don’t deserve everyone else fate, kill me please! I can’t do it myself...I just can’t”

The smirking of the detective at a random perverted thought stopped immediately. It isn’t everyday that a random girl asks you to kill her, or even when any girl chose to talk to him. At first he thought it was a joke that everyone was in on, even the dead guy and dying like that wasn’t too bad; it’s sex after all. The more he thought about her request, the more he recognised the amount of desperation in her voice; this didn’t stop him from still being confused though. His grip on the antique knife relaxed and it dropped to the floor, the impact creating a not too loud metallic clank.

“I can’t do it; I’m not a smurfing murderer. I don’t get ANY of this, if only you’d explain it, please. Heck, I still don’t know who you even are yet!"

He was practically pleading now, not because he wanted answers but because he was utterly confused and he hated feeling like that, he was genuinely curious about her name though. The detective watched as she raised her hands and grabbed each side of the hood and lifted it from her face. Shoulder length unravelled itself from the hood out and dropped down, swaying in the breeze.

“You’re the first to want to know; out of all the people I’ve ever met...I’m Shauna”

A simple honest smile from her changed everything, every mark of sadness dissolved revealing a different person. Her face wasn’t too pale and she looked even more attractive. He would have gladly spent the next hour just looking at such beauty except time had run out for them. The young girl behind them began to stir and two figures a good distance away reflected in the corner of eye, grabbing her attention like a hook. The only thing the both of them could do was run, run as fast as their legs could carry them and not stop. Death was loose and unless they wanted to be part of the devastation to follow, it was the only thing they could to do stay alive.

“That’s how it all began, after that the incidents started to spread until my home town destroyed itself. All hell broke loose and even the army in their vast numbers failed to hail the destruction and chaos. It took a week for my town, formerly a bustling place of wonder, to be reduced to ruins. I always wondered what would have happened if I’d killed her, she had some part in this but how, it’s all confusing. We thought to ourselves”What now”, we honestly didn’t know but we’ll be okay, I hope. I eventually told her name and she laughed, muttering something about it sounding so common. I don’t get any of this but if we stop we’re dead”