'ello everybody. here is the beginning of a story that i am writing for fanstory.com. if i win this contest i get a hundred dollar gift card for amazon.com... shweet. it's a new member contest where the first sentence has to be : hell tempted me. i am virtually done with it, and it is as deliciously evil as i can make it.
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peperonni cheese pizza combos kick so much ass. i have eaten half a bag of them and am now happily awaiting my mild heartattack from all the hazardous crap in them... but tasty none the less.
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Hell tempted me. Mary Haveshaw opened her eyes at the sound of the voice that drew her out of her unconsciousness. The pain in her shoulders and jaw was incredible, but as she saw the sight that was before her now, the pain dwindled to a minor stain in her mind.
The living room where she and her family had been having a nice quiet evening of watching TV and relaxing while Mary was home from college was now a room filled with nightmares. The scent of fresh drying blood hung in the air as if it could breathe by itself. She panned the room and saw blood covering the furniture, and walls of the room. Making slick puddles as it coagulated on the floor. Her eyes stung from the flow of tears that slipped from her eyes as they fell upon her family. The pieces of them anyway.
Her throat was closing on her. Her sobs became louder and louder, but with each convulsion of her body, the things that the madman had driven through her shoulders and into the wall behind her ripped and tore at the soft muscle, bone and cartilage there. She knew she was naked. She silently wished that she had something. Just one thing of beauty to look at instead of the horrors that were before her eyes. All that was left of her happy family.
Her mother, father, and two younger brothers heads were in a pile where the couch had once been, all the furniture in the room thrown haphazardly against walls or into the dining room. Their body parts were placed in some kind of pattern work on the floor that she could no more understand then the act itself. Their arms and legs lashed together in the form of stars and crosses. Their torsos nailed to walls or thrown to one side like useless, discarded toys.
The man was standing five feet from her next to the pile of severed heads with his back to her. Somewhere in the background she could hear a piano playing. One of her fathers collection, though she could not name the piece. Through the tears in her eyes she saw the mans back, hunched over examining his macabre work. He seemed so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear her sobs. Either that or he did not bother to pay them mind.
She remembered his face from the first time she had woken up, when he had driven the first of the spikes through her shoulders. How old he had looked, so gentle and kind his features. How terror-stricken his eyes were. As if he himself could not believe what was going on or what he was doing. His wrinkled face held a long gray beard and little hair on his head, though most of what he had was already stained red with the blood of her family and the spatters from her invaded shoulders. She cried out and felt the back of the mans hand deliver her back into the grayness of the unconsciousness from whence she had come. Now she peered at the mans back. Trying to keep her sobs quiet so that he would not hear them over the music.
Hell tempted me. She heard him repeat softly to himself. Im sorry. A sadness in his voice that seemed so out of place from what she would have expected. I never wanted this. He said. I never wanted this. He repeated slowly over and over as he panned the room. Looking over his horrid deeds. Hell made me do this.
His head darted upright as he heard Mary sniff in her tears, as if startled. Then back down to the makeshift appendage pentacle before him. Can you see-? He asked the air in front of him. She knew he was talking to her, and she knew that he knew she was awake, but what was she supposed to do. She was pinned to a wall, probably bleeding to death as she thought the words. She couldnt run. She couldnt fight. Her life was forfeit to this man who had destroyed everything that meant anything to her.
Can you see-? The man spoke with a small growl behind his voice
She felt compelled to answer his question, but the only word that came to her mind was, Why! Which came out as almost a whimper instead of a question. In her frustration and pain she felt her fear changing over to an anger she had never felt before. It smoldered and grew from within her like a torrent.
The man turned to look at her and she gasped at the bloody wreck of him. He was crying as well. She saw his tears streaking down his cheeks, cutting rivulets of clean skin through the blood that was caked and drying on his skin. Making him look like a horrid two toned and savage clown. His hair and beard were disheveled and as she looked to his hands, she saw that some of the blood was actually from him. He had pulled out clumps of his own hair and beard, disregarding the flesh that had gone with it.
I am sorry. I never wanted this. He slowly started to walk towards her. I never wanted this. Hell is inside me. She watched as he kicked a piece of her family out of the way. An unrecognizable lump that slumped over to knock the pile of heads to sprawl over the floor. As she watched her mothers head came to roll to a stop. Its gaze locked on her own. She closed her eyes, words pouring out of her mouth as she raised her head to the ceiling. She could feel her eyes rolling behind their lids and she fought to gain their control. Oh god. Oh Were the only words that came from her horrified throat.
He stood before her now. She looked into his eyes and saw lunacy in them lying beyond the lunacy. The man was holding a savage looking knife in his hand and brought it up so that they could both see the light reflect on the pieces of the metal that was not covered with a tack of blood and slivers of flesh and sinew. Do you see it? he spoke in almost a relaxed, resigned voice as he brought the knife up and started to trace the orioles of her breasts with the tip of his blade, Mary felt her body jump a little and a flash of white hot pain lanced through her body as her shoulders pulled on the stakes pinning her to the wall, she let out a shriek and almost passed out. She saw little speckles of darkness pass in front of her eyes like a flock of shapeless crows. He slowly let the blade fall into Marys cleavage and slid it slowly down to her belly button with no pressure, almost a caress.
Please- please stop She heard her voice stammer out.
You must see. The man said as he pulled the knife away from her. I never meant to-. The man backed a stride away from her and cried into his hands. After a few moments he pulled his head up and stared into Marys fear stricken eyes. There was no more pain in the mans eyes. No more remorse. All that she saw was a determination that frightened her more then anything ever had in her life. She started to try to pull herself free of the spikes. The pain thrusting through her with every movement, making her gag with the pain, as the man watched her in momentary silence. But it did not matter. She had to get free if she could. She had to escape, nothing else mattered as she fought and tugged like an animal with its foot caught in a trap.
The man quickly stepped forward and pushed her hard against the wall with his free hand while he raised the other. The knife perched to deal a deathblow. Please no. No!!! Mary screamed as the knife came down, closing her eyes and waiting for the pain that would signify her death. Her body convulsing with the pain, and the certain knowledge of deaths imminence.
She heard a grunt and realized that the knife did not go into her. She opened her eyes, and saw that the man before her had stabbed himself dead center in the stomach. He was pulling the knife upwards, groaning and grimacing with the pain. He made a six-inch gash in his stomach and pulled the knife out. He held the dripping knife up to her face. You must see. He said as he let the blade fall to the ground with a thump. See the evil inside me.
She watched in horror as the man took his hand and shoved it through the hole in his belly. He screamed as he twisted and turned his hand inside, grabbing a handful of what was inside. He grunted as he pulled out a fist full of intestine and organ, sealing his own fate. Do you see what it did to me? The man said, though his voice was weakening in his own death as he held his insides up to Marys face. Marys screams ripped from her chest one after the other. Her pain was a dull ache that receded into the back of her mind as the man pressed his warm insides to her face, mere inches away. It tempted me. It made me do this. Im so sorry. I never meant to-. The mans face seemed to slump where he stood and a moment later his lifeless body slumped to the floor.
Mary passed out.
Hell tempted me. Mary Haveshaw opened her eyes at the sound of the voice that drew her out of her unconsciousness. The pain in her shoulders and jaw was incredible, but as she saw the sight that was before her now, the pain dwindled to a minor stain in her mind.
The living room where she and her family had been having a nice quiet evening of watching TV and relaxing while Mary was home from college was now a room filled with nightmares. The scent of fresh drying blood hung in the air as if it could breathe by itself. She panned the room and saw blood covering the furniture, and walls of the room. Making slick puddles as it coagulated on the floor. Her eyes stung from the flow of tears that slipped from her eyes as they fell upon her family. The pieces of them anyway.
Her throat was closing on her. Her sobs became louder and louder, but with each convulsion of her body, the things that the madman had driven through her shoulders and into the wall behind her ripped and tore at the soft muscle, bone and cartilage there. She knew she was naked. She silently wished that she had something. Just one thing of beauty to look at instead of the horrors that were before her eyes. All that was left of her happy family.
Her mother, father, and two younger brothers heads were in a pile where the couch had once been, all the furniture in the room thrown haphazardly against walls or into the dining room. Their body parts were placed in some kind of pattern work on the floor that she could no more understand then the act itself. Their arms and legs lashed together in the form of stars and crosses. Their torsos nailed to walls or thrown to one side like useless, discarded toys.
The man was standing five feet from her next to the pile of severed heads with his back to her. Somewhere in the background she could hear a piano playing. One of her fathers collection, though she could not name the piece. Through the tears in her eyes she saw the mans back, hunched over examining his macabre work. He seemed so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear her sobs. Either that or he did not bother to pay them mind.
She remembered his face from the first time she had woken up, when he had driven the first of the spikes through her shoulders. How old he had looked, so gentle and kind his features. How terror-stricken his eyes were. As if he himself could not believe what was going on or what he was doing. His wrinkled face held a long gray beard and little hair on his head, though most of what he had was already stained red with the blood of her family and the spatters from her invaded shoulders. She cried out and felt the back of the mans hand deliver her back into the grayness of the unconsciousness from whence she had come. Now she peered at the mans back. Trying to keep her sobs quiet so that he would not hear them over the music.
Hell tempted me. She heard him repeat softly to himself. Im sorry. A sadness in his voice that seemed so out of place from what she would have expected. I never wanted this. He said. I never wanted this. He repeated slowly over and over as he panned the room. Looking over his horrid deeds. Hell made me do this.
His head darted upright as he heard Mary sniff in her tears, as if startled. Then back down to the makeshift appendage pentacle before him. Can you see-? He asked the air in front of him. She knew he was talking to her, and she knew that he knew she was awake, but what was she supposed to do. She was pinned to a wall, probably bleeding to death as she thought the words. She couldnt run. She couldnt fight. Her life was forfeit to this man who had destroyed everything that meant anything to her.
Can you see-? The man spoke with a small growl behind his voice
She felt compelled to answer his question, but the only word that came to her mind was, Why! Which came out as almost a whimper instead of a question. In her frustration and pain she felt her fear changing over to an anger she had never felt before. It smoldered and grew from within her like a torrent.
The man turned to look at her and she gasped at the bloody wreck of him. He was crying as well. She saw his tears streaking down his cheeks, cutting rivulets of clean skin through the blood that was caked and drying on his skin. Making him look like a horrid two toned and savage clown. His hair and beard were disheveled and as she looked to his hands, she saw that some of the blood was actually from him. He had pulled out clumps of his own hair and beard, disregarding the flesh that had gone with it.
I am sorry. I never wanted this. He slowly started to walk towards her. I never wanted this. Hell is inside me. She watched as he kicked a piece of her family out of the way. An unrecognizable lump that slumped over to knock the pile of heads to sprawl over the floor. As she watched her mothers head came to roll to a stop. Its gaze locked on her own. She closed her eyes, words pouring out of her mouth as she raised her head to the ceiling. She could feel her eyes rolling behind their lids and she fought to gain their control. Oh god. Oh Were the only words that came from her horrified throat.
He stood before her now. She looked into his eyes and saw lunacy in them lying beyond the lunacy. The man was holding a savage looking knife in his hand and brought it up so that they could both see the light reflect on the pieces of the metal that was not covered with a tack of blood and slivers of flesh and sinew. Do you see it? he spoke in almost a relaxed, resigned voice as he brought the knife up and started to trace the orioles of her breasts with the tip of his blade, Mary felt her body jump a little and a flash of white hot pain lanced through her body as her shoulders pulled on the stakes pinning her to the wall, she let out a shriek and almost passed out. She saw little speckles of darkness pass in front of her eyes like a flock of shapeless crows. He slowly let the blade fall into Marys cleavage and slid it slowly down to her belly button with no pressure, almost a caress.
Please- please stop She heard her voice stammer out.
You must see. The man said as he pulled the knife away from her. I never meant to-. The man backed a stride away from her and cried into his hands. After a few moments he pulled his head up and stared into Marys fear stricken eyes. There was no more pain in the mans eyes. No more remorse. All that she saw was a determination that frightened her more then anything ever had in her life. She started to try to pull herself free of the spikes. The pain thrusting through her with every movement, making her gag with the pain, as the man watched her in momentary silence. But it did not matter. She had to get free if she could. She had to escape, nothing else mattered as she fought and tugged like an animal with its foot caught in a trap.
The man quickly stepped forward and pushed her hard against the wall with his free hand while he raised the other. The knife perched to deal a deathblow. Please no. No!!! Mary screamed as the knife came down, closing her eyes and waiting for the pain that would signify her death. Her body convulsing with the pain, and the certain knowledge of deaths imminence.
She heard a grunt and realized that the knife did not go into her. She opened her eyes, and saw that the man before her had stabbed himself dead center in the stomach. He was pulling the knife upwards, groaning and grimacing with the pain. He made a six-inch gash in his stomach and pulled the knife out. He held the dripping knife up to her face. You must see. He said as he let the blade fall to the ground with a thump. See the evil inside me.
She watched in horror as the man took his hand and shoved it through the hole in his belly. He screamed as he twisted and turned his hand inside, grabbing a handful of what was inside. He grunted as he pulled out a fist full of intestine and organ, sealing his own fate. Do you see what it did to me? The man said, though his voice was weakening in his own death as he held his insides up to Marys face. Marys screams ripped from her chest one after the other. Her pain was a dull ache that receded into the back of her mind as the man pressed his warm insides to her face, mere inches away. It tempted me. It made me do this. Im so sorry. I never meant to-. The mans face seemed to slump where he stood and a moment later his lifeless body slumped to the floor.
Mary passed out.
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