Scream Bloody Murder

Play Take1 at www.WetGenes.com

2008-05-10T15:11:58Z

Story - "Revenge Part 3" - rated R

2008-04-13T03:43:41Z

Title:Revenge Part 3
Author:blood_monster
Rating:R for violence,and language
Fandom:original
Summary:a man wants revenge for his father

"You will have to kill a man named David Ada." As he said his eyes were like fire, he’s just waiting to burn David Ada in his eyes I can tell by the ferry in them.

“David most be killed by May 16!” he said

“But that’s in two weeks I wont have time to find were he lives or what he does.”

“He has to be killed bye May 16! Or you die you got it Charles or do I have to explain it to you the hard way.” he grabs my knife that I put on the table. Its sill coved with the wet, hot blood of my victims from the night. He puts the knife in his hands and throws it at my feet.

“Is that all you got!” I yell at him trying to egg him on. But he looks at me with his sharp eyes and he goes back the way I came, “Make shore that he is killed bye May 16 or your the one to die” he chuckles to him self as he goes on. I here him open the open the man hole covering and a car pulling up next to the man hole.

When I here the car dive off I go sit on my bed and think of what I have gotten myself into. How am I going to kill a men in two weeks? I don’t even know this men David Ada, I don’t even know were he works so I cant find him or where he lives. I lay down on my bed and dowse off.

When I wake up and I think that this was all a bad dream. I look at the colorless walls “Will I most get back to work then if I’m going to kill this men” I say to myself.

I go out the way throw the underground sewer and up throw the men hole. There sits my car just the way I left it the night before. I get in and go to look for David Ada I ask people that work at stores and people that were walking to work. that’s were I should be at work were so I can make money and have a home to live in and maybe a new car but I duet that will happen. I walk bye a TV store and the news is on I stand there watching it and I news lady begins to talk about a murderer

“There has been a murderer in New York! The murderer of Derrick and Cara Winthrop and there 6 year old girl Sara Winthrop the Police said that they were killed at the times of 11:00p.m. and 2:30p.m. Police said they everyone should keep there windows and doors lucked”

Hmmm…I wonder how the killer is hmmm… its me! I laugh at the news lady and go on walking.

Story - "Revenge (most of the story)" - rated R

2008-04-13T01:06:34Z

Title: Revenge(most of the story)
Author: blood_monster
Rating: R for violence,and language
Fandom: original
Summary: a man wants revenge for his father
Beta’d by: guardian_erin

I was just sitting and waiting for my father to come out. Waiting for him to see how much I have grown in the past years. I can't wait to see him with his big smile on his face and him looking into my eyes and saying to me, I love you. But tonight I will not be able to run up to him. I may not even get to say goodbye.

Two men wearing their best officer uniforms walked my father into the execution chamber. They sat the man that I call father in a chair that holds two thousand volts. When the switch is flipped, the man sitting in the chair will fry.

"Daddyyy," the tears began to slide down my face. I got out of my chair and tried to run to him but one of the officers who brought my old man out, grabbed my arm and was holding me by his side. I looked into my dad’s topaz eyes and could see the fear hidden in them.

The man standing in front of my father tells him and the others sitting and watching, “You, Jack Bowers, are being executed for the murderers of Amy and Christopher Davis in the state of Alabama.”

Just before the man in the electric room turned on the power to the chair my father mouthed the words, "I love you, Charles.” Then the power was turned on. A buzz filled the room and the lights flicked.

At that point I made the vow that I would kill the man who put my father in the chair to die before my eyes.

I tried to run towards my father, but the man’s grip got tighter on my arm.

My father’s body twitched as the electric current passed through his heart.

When my father’s body stopped moving, I pulled free and ran to his side and tried to wake him again. I shook his slack body and yelled at him, “Daddy, wake up!” My father did not move. I cried harder than I have ever cried before. I tried again "Daddy, wake up!"

The man that was with me tried to pull me off my old man’s body, but I would not give up my father’s side. They kept trying to pull me off, but I held on tightly to the chair and cried my eyes out.

I looked at the others watching me and in the crowd I saw the man who said that my father was the one who killed those people. I let go of my father and charged at Derrick and started hitting him with all the strength I had. The other officers came running to me to pull me off the man. I kicked him in the leg and that made him fall to the ground while I howled in rage.

The other people who were on the other side of the room began to scream and yell for them to subdue me. When the officers had a good grip on my arms and began to drag me away, I yelled at the traitor, “I’m going to kill you and you're fucking family in there sleep for putting my father in that chair!”

Then I looked at my fathers lifeless body and said, “I will, Dad, I will kill him. I’m going to make you proud of me.” Then I’m taken out of the room.

~*~

"Hello, earth to Charles!" said the impatient lady waiting in line for her items to be put in a brown bag. I shook my head to return to reality then went back to bagging and scanning the items that lay in a pile on the counter. "Today!" she said, tapping her left foot on the dusty floor. When I got to the closer to finishing scanning her items, her foot taps grew louder and louder.

I just wanted to jump over the counter and put my hands around her pretty neck and snap it. Watch her body go limp in my arms. But I hold back the fury. I'm going to be able to use all of it, soon, on that bastard, Derrick. I'm going to kill and his precious family

"That will be $12.85," I said to the lady.

"Here's 20 and keep the change!" she said as she threw the money at me. As that lady opened the door to leave, a man walked in. He looked like the guy who was in the daydream that I just had, but much older. I tried to remember who he was but nothing comes to mind. I think he was the guy that I was hitting.

When he comes to the cash register I say, "Hello, haven’t I seen you before?" The man looks at me with a look of disgust. Then it hits me -- it's him, the man, the bastard that has no meaning to my life what so ever. My mind plays back the last words I said to my dad before I was taken away, “I will, Dad, I will kill him. I’m going to make you proud of me.”

I look at him and run his things in. After I put them in a bag, I continue to look at him as if mesmerized. The clothes he wears just make me sick just to look at them, for him to have something that I will never have. As I give him his bag, I ask him if his name was Derrick, and if he had known my father, Jack Bowers. His face got sweaty and he looked as if he were getting scared. I guessed he realized I was putting him in the hot seat, and I stopped with the questions and told him that his items were going to be $48.00. He never said a thing, but gave me the money. I took that as a yes, that he was Derrick. Every second that I stared at him, I could see the resemblance to the man in my memories. I watched him go out the door and get into a blue Corvette.

I yell to the back where my boss is and tell him that I’m going on a break, and I may not come back. Still looking at Derrick, I run to write down the license plate number and hop in my old piece of shit car and go after him.

follow him until he pulls up into a driveway. The house near it looks like one of the suburban homes that you see in a movie, where a guy ends up dead because a mass murderer was following him. Hmm... sounds like me. I chuckle to myself and write down where he lives next to his license plate number. I look at the clock, and the bright green numbers tell me it's 8:30 p.m. I go straight home, where I think of what to do next to my new prey.

-After stalking them for 10 years, I knew it was finally time to kill the men who sent my father to jail 10 years ago. Because of this rat bastard, my old man was put behind bars. I didn’t get to see him most of my life, when a kid needs his dad the most. The last time I saw my old man he was walking into the execution chamber.

I will get the bastard who put you in this hole, Dad, even if I have to go to jail for it. I swear I will.

I get out of my car and started walking towards their house. It’s one of those over-privileged suburban homes with immaculate lawns. The very sight of it makes me sick with rage. I will get nothing but satisfaction out of making this guy worm fodder.

Their door is sturdy with several locks and unyielding, as I find out when I try unsuccessfully to slam it open. I wait for any sign of life and then leave the front porch, slipping into the trimmed hedges and looking for a window. As luck would have it, the first large, pristine window I come across slides open easily. Of course the smug fuckers would secure their front door but not their windows. Well, their days of luxury are over.

I climb into the window as quietly as possible. It’s pretty damn quiet after years of breaking into houses, the only thing my old man ever taught me. Maybe he deserved to go to jail, but that isn’t the point. I’m standing in their living room and the house is dead silent and dark.

I find the stairs that are near the front door. The hallway is dark but I can see my way around well enough after a minute. The door at the end of the hallway has to be the master bedroom.

I open the door very carefully and see them there, sleeping soundly. Derrick and Cara Winthrop, so safe and secure in their warm fucking high-class bed. I push open the door slowly so that they won’t wake up, and then close it behind me and turn the lock. No one is going to be leaving this room. I stare at them in disgust, the piece of shit responsible for ruining my father’s life. I walk up to their queen sized bed on his wife’s side. I want to kill her first so she won’t be able to scream. So he can watch her die the same way I watched my father die.

My knife glints in the dim light of the room when I take it out and slowly slice open her throat. The pain wakes her and her eyes widen, blood gurgling out as she gasps her breath. Derrick wakes up almost immediately and sees me, cutting open his pretty wife. I stare into his eyes hatefully as I press harder onto the knife. Her blood gushes out, hot on my hands as she dies choking for air. He’s incoherent with terror and disbelief, but this is all very real. Maybe now he’ll know what it feels like to have a loved one killed.

“No…” the man finally says, falling out of the blood-stained bed. His wife’s body is still warm and twitching, bright red blood sinking into the sheets. “You bastard! You… you killed my wife….” He nearly trips over himself to get to the door, but I’m not about to let him get away. Not now. I’ve only just started my revenge.

The man finds the nerves to unlock the door and open it just enough to fit a hand out. I slam the door on the hand and he screams at the top of his lungs. I grab him, slamming him against the door so I can look him in the face. He doesn’t even have enough brains to grovel for his life. I thrust the knife into his stomach and feel the warm rush of blood over my hand while I watch his face contort in pain. When I pull out my blade he falls bonelessly to the floor, bleeding out onto the white carpet.

I watch him for a moment, this dying pig of a man, crawling aimlessly on the floor. The blood will never come out of those sheets, or this floor. I step over him and kneel down, punching him in the face and grabbing him by the hair, forcing the bastard to look at me, his murderer.

“This is what you get for putting my fucking father on death row,” I snarl at him, letting him know his crime as I press my bloody blade into the flesh of his neck.

When I slice into him, the cut is so deep it damn near takes his head off. I let his body fall onto the floor, muscles spasming pointlessly as he dies. My knife and I are stained with his blood and those stains will never go away. I wouldn’t want them to.

I’ve kept my promise to my father and killed his betrayer. Now I have the rest of my life and whatever happens will happen.

I push open the door to leave and am confronted by the sight of a little girl standing in the hallway. She stares at me with wide eyes and I look at her, realizing that this must be Sarah, the daughter I had forgotten about. I glance back at what she’s looking at; her dead father’s body lying on the floor and the blood marking me. When I lift my head again, she’s already gone.

I walk to into the hall and yell, “Don’t fucking run away from me! There’s no need to run, I’m not going too hurt you.” I chuckle to myself and smirk menacingly, “At least not yet.”

I plunge into the long hallway and start banging on the doors as I pass them to scare the little girl out of hiding. I hear rustling and a door opening and then the sound of her small feet running for their life. When I turn the corner, I see a flash of her pink night grown. I could easily catch her, but there is no way she can escape.

“Run, run as fast as you can; I will find you no matter where you’re hiding!” I break open a door where I thought the girl named Sara was in. The little bitch had a few tricks, then. “Where the hell are you Sara?! Come out and play.”

Where that hell is she? There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave any witnesses behind. If only she hadn’t been in the fucking house. Now she has to die.

I go down to Sara's room. Her name is on the door in bright colors. I look in and the room is pink like her nightgown, and has a bed covered with lots of fluffy, overstuffed, stuffed animals. Fucking spoiled little brat. She has everything you can think a little girl would want. When I was a little boy I didn’t even get a toy all I got were the clothes that were on my back and the food that went in my stomach.

"You want to play hide and seek? Okay, I'll play your little game Sara." I said madly as I searched for Sara in her room. I looked under her bed and threw around the stuffed animals but she was no were to be seen.

I walk back out to the hallway where the doors line up.. Where the hell can she be? There are only five rooms upstairs.

I walk down the hallway and go into the room next to where I killed her parents. The bedroom looks like no one has ever slept in it. I walk into the silent room; the only noise I hear is me moving. But the silence is broken by a noise in the closet.

"Come out Sara. I know you are in here. Come out so we can play," I called out as I was raising my knife, getting ready to kill my next victim. I opened the closet door very slowly so I don’t scare her and make her run again. When the door is open all the way, I look in it and a cat runs out.

"Damn, cat you messed up everything!" I yell at it as it goes out of the bedroom.

I march out into the hallway and start going to another door while yelling to Sara, "Sara, come out from where you're hiding! I'm done playing your fucking games!" The room is dark like the other rooms but inside there are stairs that lead upwards.

I feel my way up the stairs. Once I find her, she is so dead. I'm going to kill her slowly, almost skin her alive. When I finally get up the stairs I yell her name once to scare that fucking bitch out of hiding. "Sara!" I yell her name one more time just to toy with her mind.

"Saarraa," I can hear her move in the back of the room but I don’t see her.

"Saaarraaa! You're going to die tonight just like your mother and father did in their room!" I try to move around boxes.

"Saaarrraaa! Time to come out and play!" I toy with her some more as I move a little closer to her hiding spot.

"Sara! You're going to die whether you like it or not." I can hear her breathing like the scared little girl that she is.

"Come out and play Sara, I will not hurt you, I promise." Ha, yeah right. I can almost reach out and touch where she is hiding.

"Sara, I'm very close."

I can just about hear the girl's heart beating. She's hiding in a chest in the back of the room. How clever of her to hide in something that blends in with the background. I throw open the chest.

"Peek-a-boo, I see you," I grab her pink nightgown and drag her out while she screams. She tries to fight or squirm away but I just laugh at her.

I pin her to the floor so the bitch does not run away from me again. She tries to fight back but she's so weak against me it's almost cute. She gives up and starts to scream and cry for help.

"Help is not going to come Sara," I said just to make her cry.

My knife falls into her small heart and cuts her open like butter. She whimpers for a second and then falls limp. Her red blood flows out of her chest and stains her pretty pink nightgown. I get up and start to walk away, then I go back to Sara and cut off one of her bony fingers.

"I'm going to need this." I tell her lifeless little body, and I walk away.

Downstairs I look for a phone that I can call 911 on. I see one in the entry way and call the number with Sara's stiff little finger. I hear on the other line, "911, what's your emergency?"

I just leave the phone where it is and I return to the living room and back out the window I came in. My car is still sitting where I left it. I climb in and start the ignition, and I fly to my next destination

There you go, Dad, I hope you're happy know that I have killed that bastard Derrick and his bitch wife and kid. I hope you're proud as hell and you know that I did it for you.

I pull up to an alleyway and turn off the car. I get out and lean against the back in the dark. Police cars, a fire truck, and a rescue team speed by, all heading to just one house. The house that I killed three people in tonight. Damn, it felt so good to kill them.

I get off the back of my car and go to a manhole next to the car. I remove the manhole cover and go into the sewers where I've been living underground for years and were I have planed to kill the Winthrop's. When I get to my living area I see a man sitting on my bed, waiting for me. He rises to his feet and says to me, "Hey Charles did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, why do you ask? And by the way, who the hell are you?" I said to the unknown man in front of me.

"You don’t need to know my name. I have a job for you that I want you to clean up for me. There will be money involved if you want to take the job"

"Yeah, I'll take the job. Who do I have to kill?" I asked, putting down my knife

"You will have to kill a man named David Ada." As he said his eyes were like fire, he’s just waiting to burn David Ada in his eyes I can tell by the crazed look in them.

Got an award

2008-03-31T21:54:14Z

Yea i got an award Calliope.

story, "Revenge prequel" rated R

2008-03-09T06:14:11Z

Title: Revenge Prequel
Author: blood_monster
Rating: R for violence, and language
Fandom: original
Summary: a man wants revenge for his father
Beta’d by: guardian_erin

The storm must be coming fast; I was just sitting and waiting for my father to come out. Waiting for him to see how much I have grown in the past years. I can't wait to see him with his big smile on his face and him looking into my eyes and saying to me, I love you. But tonight I will not be able to run up to him. I may not even get to say goodbye.

Two men wearing their best officer uniforms walked my father into the execution chamber. They sat the man that I call father in a chair that holds two thousand volts. When the switch ia flipped, the man sitting in the chair will fry.

"Daddyyy," the tears began to slide down my face. I got out of my chair and tried to run to him but one of the officers who brought my old man out, grabbed my arm and was holding me by his side. I looked into my dad’s topaz eyes and could see the fear hidden in them.

The man standing in front of my father tells him and the others sitting and watching, “You, Jack Bowers, are being executed for the murderers of Amy and Christopher Davis in the state of New York.”

Just before the man in the electric room turned on the power to the chair my father mouthed the words, "I love you, Charles.” Then the power was turned on. A buzz filled the room and the lights flicked on and off.

At that point I made the vow that I would kill the man who put my father in the chair to die before my eyes.

I tried to run towards my father, but the man’s grip got tighter on my arm.

My father’s body twitched as the electric current passed through his heart.

When my father’s body stopped moving, I pulled free and ran to his side and tried to wake him again. I shook his slack body and yelled at him, “Daddy, wake up!” My father did not move. I cried harder than I have ever cried before.

The man that was with me tried to pull me off my old man’s body, but I would not give up my father’s side. They kept trying to pull me off, but I held on tightly to the chair and cried my eyes out.

I looked at the others watching me and in the crowd I saw the man who said that my father was the one who killed those people. I let go of my father and charged at Derrick and started hitting him with all the strength I had. The other officers came running to me to pull me off the man. I kicked him in the leg and that made him fall to the ground while I howled in rage.

The other people who were on the other side of the room began to scream and yell for them to subdue me. When the officers had a good grip on my arms and began to drag me away, I yelled at the traitor, “I’m going to kill you and your fucking family in your sleep for putting my father in that chair!”

Then I looked at my fathers lifeless body and said, “I will, Dad, I will kill him. I’m going to make you proud of me.” Then I’m taken out of the room.

Story - "Shadowman" - Rated PG

2008-03-02T06:05:20Z

Title: Showdowman
Author: blood_monster
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Sam and Dean are going up north to get ride of an beat

When the golden, sun began to fall in the east two young men got in a 1967 black Chevrolet Impala both wearing the same close that they have been for mouths. The one wearing a black jacket he gets into the drivers side of the car and started the ignition and speed down the highway.

Thaws two good looking men are Sam and Dean they have been liking for the father for about 5 years. Sam was in college but when his older brother Dean came to him in the middle of the night saying that there father was on a camping trip and has never came back form it. They both want out looking for there father but on there way they had to hl others with monster and demons.

There next place there going is up north in Maine were there has been a monster or beast eating and terrorizing campers in the northern woods.

"Hey! Sam wake up we're almost in Maine. I need you to look at the map to see what town we're in" said Dean trying to drive with out sleeping on the wheel. "And can you find a place to stop so I can get some sleep as will."

"Whhhattte!" was all Sam could say and then whet back to sleep.

"SAM!" Dean yelled trying to wake up his younger bother.

"Ok I'm up." Sam take out the map of Maine and began to read it and when he found out what town they were in he said " were in kitty we have about another day a lest in till we get there.'

"Not on my watch were going to make it 2 hours" Dean pushes his foot on the gas petiole and he speeds by the cars with his music up 5 neckties to high.

Sam just holds on to his sit and looks at his brother as if to say what the fuck do you think you are doing. Dean begins to slow down and Sam loosens up his grip of the sit and but not to mush just in case his bother has one of his crazy divining monuments.

"hey that cut of half of are trip" Dean just smalls at Sam and Sam just likes at him and says" Don’t you ever fucking do that again"

"Do what again? Oh do you mean this?" Dean speeds up the car some more the slows it back down again.

"YES! That"

When they see the next restraint they stop so they can eat. And Sam looks up some info about what they are dealing with and all he got was some news papers saying the there were some hikers that were lost and never found not even a bone. Sam says to him self that he is glad that this does not go boned his Suspension of Disbelief. Then he chuckles to him self and goes what Suspension of Disbelief.

"Wow! That gives us a lot" Dean said stuffing his face with pancakes he was trying to be sarcastic,

"Yeah but its all we have to work with. We can ask some of the people around were the place is. When ever we get there" Sam was trying to give Dean a hint that they need to go so they can gat they faster but that hint did not work. So Sam just gets up and goes out to the car to wait for his brother. When Dean Gats to the car Sam is half asleep. And Dean says to him "Thanks for making me pay for the bill"

"Your welcome" Sam said smiling

they gat back on the road lessening to Deans bad taste in music.

Story - "Revenge Part 2" - rated R

2008-02-24T04:25:51Z

Title: Revenge Part 2
Author: blood_monster
Rating: R for violence, language, and murder
Fandom: original
Summary: a man wants revenge for his father
Beta’d by: guardian_erin

I go down to Sara's room. Her name is on the door in bright colors. I look in and the room is pink like her nightgown, and has a bed covered with lots of fluffy, overstuffed, stuffed animals. Fucking spoiled little brat. She has everything you can think a little girl would want. When I was a little boy I didn’t even get a toy all I got were the clothes that were on my back and the food that went in my stomach.

"You want to play hide and seek? Okay, I'll play your little game Sara." I said madly as I searched for Sara in her room. I looked under her bed and threw around the stuffed animals but she was no were to be seen.

I walk back out to the hallway where the doors line up.. Where the hell can she be? There are only five rooms upstairs.

I walk down the hallway and go into the room next to where I killed her parents. The bedroom looks like no one has ever slept in it. I walk into the silent room; the only noise I hear is me moving. But the silence is broken by a noise in the closet.

"Come out Sara. I know you are in here. Come out so we can play," I called out as I was raising my knife, getting ready to kill my next victim. I opened the closet door very slowly so I don’t scare her and make her run again. When the door is open all the way, I look in it and a cat runs out.

"Damn, cat you messed up everything!" I yell at it as it goes out of the bedroom.

I march out into the hallway and start going to another door while yelling to Sara, "Sara, come out from where you're hiding! I'm done playing your fucking games!" The room is dark like the other rooms but inside there are stairs that lead upwards.

I feel my way up the stairs. Once I find her, she is so dead. I'm going to kill her slowly, almost skin her alive. When I finally get up the stairs I yell her name once to scare that fucking bitch out of hiding. "Sara!" I yell her name one more time just to toy with her mind.

"Saarraa," I can hear her move in the back of the room but I don’t see her.

"Saaarraaa! You're going to die tonight just like your mother and father did in their room!" I try to move around boxes.

"Saaarrraaa! Time to come out and play!" I toy with her some more as I move a little closer to her hiding spot.

"Sara! You're going to die whether you like it or not." I can hear her breathing like the scared little girl that she is.

"Come out and play Sara, I will not hurt you, I promise." Ha, yeah right. I can almost reach out and touch where she is hiding.

"Sara, I'm very close."

I can just about hear the girl's heart beating. She's hiding in a chest in the back of the room. How clever of her to hide in something that blends in with the background. I throw open the chest.

"Peek-a-boo, I see you," I grab her pink nightgown and drag her out while she screams. She tries to fight or squirm away but I just laugh at her.

I pin her to the floor so the bitch does not run away from me again. She tries to fight back but she's so weak against me it's almost cute. She gives up and starts to scream and cry for help.

"Help is not going to come Sara," I said just to make her cry.

My knife falls into her small heart and cuts her open like butter. She whimpers for a second and then falls limp. Her red blood flows out of her chest and stains her pretty pink nightgown. I get up and start to walk away, then I go back to Sara and cut off one of her bony fingers.

"I'm going to need this." I tell her lifeless little body, and I walk away.

Downstairs I look for a phone that I can call 911 on. I see one in the entry way and call the number with Sara's stiff little finger. I hear on the other line, "911, what's your emergency?"

I just leave the phone where it is and I return to the living room and back out the window I came in. My car is still sitting where I left it. I climb in and start the ignition, and I fly to my next destination

There you go, Dad, I hope you're happy know that I have killed that bastard Derrick and his bitch wife and kid. I hope you're proud as hell and you know that I did it for you.

I pull up to an alleyway and turn off the car. I get out and lean against the back in the dark. Police cars, a fire truck, and a rescue team speed by, all heading to just one house. The house that I killed three people in tonight. Damn, it felt so good to kill them.

I get off the back of my car and go to a manhole next to the car. I remove the manhole cover and go into the sewers where I've been living underground for years and were I have planed to kill the Winthrop's. When I get to my living area I see a man sitting on my bed, waiting for me. He rises to his feet and says to me, "Hey Charles did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, why do you ask? And by the way, who the hell are you?" I said to the unknown man in front of me.

"You don’t need to know my name. I have a job for you that I want you to clean up for me. There will be money involved if you want to take the job"

"Yeah, I'll take the job. Who do I have to kill?" I asked, putting down my knife

"You will have to kill a man named David Ada."

Story - "The Battle Of the Cicero's" - rated PG-13

2008-02-17T03:40:45Z

Title: The Battle Of the Cicero's
Author: blood_monster
Rating: PG-13 for warfare
Fandom: original
Summary: Traianus is going to war on his wedding day and after months he dies from a battle against the Cicero's
Beta’d by: guardian_erin

Just before I was to go to war, I went to the secret place Vespasia and I had in the woods, where the flowers grew tall and the trees grew green. I stood there saying my goodbyes. "Goodbye mother and father, I hope to see you again with grandmother. And may the Gods be with you." I heard a noise in the far distance, and put my hand on my sword.

"Traianus! Traianus! Where are you?" Is that her I hear? I must not let her see me. But it's already too late now; she knows I'm here.

"Vespasia, I'm over here." I hear her move closer to where I am. When I see her, she's crying. She runs to me and throws herself into my arms as hot tears run down her face. There is no question she knows my intentions.

Vespasia looks into my eyes, struggling to find the words to say. "Why are you going? You know tonight is our wedding day. Why do you have to go now?" she continues to look in my eyes.

"I must go. I'm a general in the Enuius army; you know that" I look away from her delicate body.

I hear the army coming to look for me. There isn't any time to stay. "I must go Vespasia, the army is coming." I let go of her and look at my bride one last time before I go to my men. Vespasia grabs me and I stop walking and she says, "Come back home." Her sad eyes watch me as I begin to walk away and she calls out, "and don’t forget that I love you." I turn and leave her, then.

I meet up with the rest of the troops and say to them, "It's time to go, men." I join the front lines and we head towards our enemy, the Cicero army.

The days move in to weeks and then months and the Enuius army keeps on moving to find the Cicero army. We find a place to camp for the night and I send two scouts out so they can scout the place to see if we are safe from any enemy's that maybe coming. They come running for their lives I wait for them to catch their breath to tell me what happened.

While gasping, they report, "The Cicero army is just over that hill!" I look at them in shock then turn to the man beside me. "It's time for war."

In the morning our troops rise early to get ready for the battle. We march to the field where the Cicero army is and then wait for them to approach. When we hear them coming I order my men to move forward and meet them. The Cicero army stops in their tracks. They send over three men in a peaceful request and ask me to go over with them; their leader wants to have a word with me. As I pass through the troops I can feel their eyes on me until I reach their leader.

"Hello, Traianus, how have you been? I see you have an army wanting a fight. Is that true?"

I stare at him, wondering if I know him, but nothing comes to mind. "Why have you asked for me to come over here to have a talk with you?"

"I want to reach an agreement with you."

"For what?"

"If you will send away your troops and surrender to us, we will have more mercy on your pitiful city. I will guarantee your family safety and I will pay you as much gold as you desire."

"Not all of the gold in the world would make me let you destroy Enuius. I will not stop fighting you until I draw my final breath."

"If a battle is what you want, a battle you will have."

I walk back to my army and wait until it is a good time to go.

I drew my sword from the sheath, I pointed it to the Gods looking down at me, hoping that our army wins this war. The Cicero's army is drawing their swords for battle. I try to estimate how large their army is, but it doesn't matter. Their number dwarf ours.

I look at my men and yell to them, "Draw your swords and get ready for battle!"

As they draw their swords I pray to the Gods that they are on our side this time. I look at the other generals and nod to them as if to say it is almost time to end this war.

I look down at the front line all the men looking scared and hoping that we are the ones to win. I shout to them "Charrrrrggggge! And win this for Enuius!" I hear an echo from the other generals. We dash towards our enemy's army. Cicero's men start running towards us and the men crash in the middle.

I jab my sword into the first solider I see. The armor on my left arm blocks a blow from a spear; the sword in my right hand goes into his stomach and blood spills out over my sword. I pull it out fast to block a blow that’s coming at me. A man next to me falls down near my legs and his sword cuts my calf.

I look around to see where my other men are, but all I see are dozens of my soldiers dying on the ground, blood sinking into the battlefield. Is it just me and the Ciceros? No, it isn’t; I see one man standing. He's fighting hard not to die. While I watch him, a Cicero man drives a sword into me and a white-hot pain pierces my heart.

As I lay on the ground with my blood pooling under me, I look up to the gray heavens and rain begins to fall, as if the Gods are mourning my death. Suddenly I remember that there are other men beside me dying the same horrible death that I am. Most of the men must be thinking of their wives and children by know. But I don’t have a wife. I went to war on our wedding day.

Oh, I wish I said, "I love you" to Vespasia before I left. But it's too late now. She will never know that I have died because no one will live after what had happened to me or the other men.

The sky it's starting to turn black and the rain is slowing down. I feel my last breath coming. I try not to think of Vespasia but I cannot stop the thoughts. I cry out, "I love you!" I try to sit up and I look at my men and yell to them for the last time, "I wish life was back in a utopia world!" Then I fall back down. Dead.

Story - "Revenge" - rated R

2008-02-10T02:09:55Z

Title: Revenge
Author: blood_monster
Rating: R for violence, blood, murder
Fandom: original
Summary: A man wants revenge for his father.
Beta’d by: guardian_erin

After stalking them for 10 years, I knew it was finally time to kill the men who sent my father to jail 10 years ago. Because of this rat bastard, my old man was put behind bars. I didn’t get to see him most of my life, when a kid needs his dad the most. The last time I saw my old man he was walking into the execution chamber.

I will get the bastard who put you in this hole, Dad, even if I have to go to jail for it. I swear I will.

I get out of my car and started walking towards their house. It’s one of those over-privileged suburban homes with immaculate lawns. The very sight of it makes me sick with rage. I will get nothing but satisfaction out of making this guy worm fodder.

Their door is sturdy with several locks and unyielding, as I find out when I try unsuccessfully to slam it open. I wait for any sign of life and then leave the front porch, slipping into the trimmed hedges and looking for a window. As luck would have it, the first large, pristine window I come across slides open easily. Of course the smug fuckers would secure their front door but not their windows. Well, their days of luxury are over.

I climb into the window as quietly as possible. It’s pretty damn quiet after years of breaking into houses, the only thing my old man ever taught me. Maybe he deserved to go to jail, but that isn’t the point. I’m standing in their living room and the house is dead silent and dark.

I find the stairs that are near the front door. The hallway is dark but I can see my way around well enough after a minute. The door at the end of the hallway has to be the master bedroom.

I open the door very carefully and see them there, sleeping soundly. Derrick and Cara Winthrop, so safe and secure in their warm fucking high-class bed. I push open the door slowly so that they won’t wake up, and then close it behind me and turn the lock. No one is going to be leaving this room. I stare at them in disgust, the piece of shit responsible for ruining my father’s life. I walk up to their queen sized bed on his wife’s side. I want to kill her first so she won’t be able to scream. So he can watch her die the same way I watched my father die.

My knife glints in the dim light of the room when I take it out and slowly slice open her throat. The pain wakes her and her eyes widen, blood gurgling out as she gasps her breath. Derrick wakes up almost immediately and sees me, cutting open his pretty wife. I stare into his eyes hatefully as I press harder onto the knife. Her blood gushes out, hot on my hands as she dies choking for air. He’s incoherent with terror and disbelief, but this is all very real. Maybe now he’ll know what it feels like to have a loved one killed.

"No…" the man finally says, falling out of the blood-stained bed. His wife’s body is still warm and twitching, bright red blood sinking into the sheets. "You bastard! You… you killed my wife…." He nearly trips over himself to get to the door, but I’m not about to let him get away. Not now. I’ve only just started my revenge.

The man finds the nerves to unlock the door and open it just enough to fit a hand out. I slam the door on the hand and he screams at the top of his lungs. I grab him, slamming him against the door so I can look him in the face. He doesn’t even have enough brains to grovel for his life. I thrust the knife into his stomach and feel the warm rush of blood over my hand while I watch his face contort in pain. When I pull out my blade he falls bonelessly to the floor, bleeding out onto the white carpet.

I watch him for a moment, this dying pig of a man, crawling aimlessly on the floor. The blood will never come out of those sheets, or this floor. I step over him and kneel down, punching him in the face and grabbing him by the hair, forcing the bastard to look at me, his murderer.

"This is what you get for putting my fucking father on death row," I snarl at him, letting him know his crime as I press my bloody blade into the flesh of his neck.

When I slice into him, the cut is so deep it damn near takes his head off. I let his body fall onto the floor, muscles spasming pointlessly as he dies. My knife and I are stained with his blood and those stains will never go away. I wouldn’t want them to.

I’ve kept my promise to my father and killed his betrayer. Now I have the rest of my life and whatever happens will happen.

I push open the door to leave and am confronted by the sight of a little girl standing in the hallway. She stares at me with wide eyes and I look at her, realizing that this must be Sarah, the daughter I had forgotten about. I glance back at what she’s looking at; her dead father’s body lying on the floor and the blood marking me. When I lift my head again, she’s already gone.

I walk to into the hall and yell, "Don’t fucking run away from me! There’s no need to run, I’m not going too hurt you." I chuckle to myself and smirk menacingly, "At least not yet."

I plunge into the long hallway and start banging on the doors as I pass them to scare the little girl out of hiding. I hear rustling and a door opening and then the sound of her small feet running for their life. When I turn the corner, I see a flash of her pink night grown. I could easily catch her, but there is no way she can escape.

"Run, run as fast as you can; I will find you no matter where you’re hiding!" I break open a door where I thought the girl named Sara was in. The little bitch had a few tricks, then. "Where the hell are you Sara?! Come out and play."

Where that hell is she? There’s no way in hell I’m going to leave any witnesses behind. If only she hadn’t been in the fucking house. Now she has to die.