Undying - A Patrick Hockstetter Fanfic

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~ GORE~ (just warning you know, if your squeamish  about detailed violence , then maybe this is not the best chapter )

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    Patrick had arrived at the abandoned house and walked inside then towards the basement door. He dug through his jean's pockets to find the key, once he found it he stuck the key into the keyhole.  once the lock unlocked and the door opened, Patrick could lightly hear rustling come from below in the basement. Patrick walked slowing down the stairs almost tauntingly, his steps stomping against the creaky wooden stairs, the rustling halted.

     As Patrick came in view of Xandra, she had been trying to loosen herself from her restraints all night once patrick had left her the other night, but she got nothing out of it except rope burn on her wrist . Xandra looked at Patrick as he walked down those steps  , she was scared of course. Why? well its not a hard question to answer,  when it comes to it Patrick wasn't much of a liar .Plus he planned on killing her , and she believed him .

    Patrick made it to the bottom of the stairs and emotionlessly started at Xandra  , he walked to the an old dining table that had been stored in the basement and put his backpack onto it. He glanced at Xandra she was still wearily looking at him . 

"You know, I don't really like this whole 'keeping you down in the basement and slowly killing you' thing, it's thrilling, yes. But I don't know...." Patrick spoke to her as his back was turned towards her.

" I guess it would be more thrilling, if I just full on brutally killed you and watched your life drain all because of me.. " he said cheerfully  . Tears started to fall from Xandra's eyes and Patrick scoffed and her weakness . He turned , so he was facing her .

" you're horrible. Usually with animals, they put up a fight. but you-" Patrick said, pointing a finger at her

"- it's like you just want it to over with and get killed." he said. Xandra was speechless and shifted in her position

" So y-you want me to f-fight y-you" 

Xandra finally found courage to speak to Patrick. Patrick clapped his together hands loudly, making Xandra flinch in fright and lower her head

" Exactly! You get it  ... so are you gonna fight for you're life here!?" Patrick boasted . Xandra thought about it, she was going to try . But not on his on accord, she was going to wait until Patrick's guard was down, when he wont expect it. Patrick was bigger the her, most likely stronger, so she didn't really have much of an advantage . 

 " I see you thinking  over there, I plan on killing you tonight. I know its been like one night of you being down here, but i just cant help it." Patrick said, getting himself all giddy.

Shit! Xandra thought , there goes her 'waiting for the right moment' plan, she didn't really know when exactly he planned on doing the act but shock riddled her body and she desperately had this wanting. The wanting to go back to the safety of her home. She was missing her cat and honestly she was missing her mother. Patrick pulled out a chair and swiped the dust off of it, then sitting himself down.

" Once you're dead, I'm gonna have get rid of your body. I cant decide if I should chop ya up in pieces and spread ya across Derry, or if i should just burry you somewhere in the woods." Patrick said as he toyed with a small pocket knife. Xandra shook her head and let out cries that were quite ugly. Patrick smiled at her crying and stood back up  pocketing the small pocket knife and headed to the his backpack . He dug into the bag looking for a knife he had put inside there. 

    Patrick took out a hunting knife and looked back at Xandra , she briefly glanced up to see what Patrick was doing, quickly looking back down in fright once she saw him holding a large hunting knife. Patrick paced slowly to her and kneeled in front of her , waving the knife Infront her tauntingly. Patrick cut the rope that was connecting her to the railing on the wall. 

" you know what... I might just burn you" Patrick said laughing like a mad man. Patrick grabbed her wrist and started to cut the remaining bounds from her wrist, he then threw her on the dirty concrete floor. Her bare body skidding across the floor, making cuts reopen and bleed once again, pain tingled through her nerves as she moved body . Xandra tried standing on her own, but her body was weak and she cried in pain at the tightness of the bounds that were restricting her legs from any movement. Her wrists were red and sore , her legs bound and she couldn't move them properly without having the worry of possibly breaking a bone somehow.

    Patrick started to cut off the rope that was restricting her legs from movement. Xandra started to crawl towards to stairs  once he had finished, Patrick watched her pathetic attempt to escape. Patrick grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards him, her bare skin scraping against the concrete . New wounds appearing on her pale skin. He flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her body .

His legs held her arm down , Xandra thrashed and yelled in frustration.

" that's more like it !" Patrick yelled. He brought the knife and slashed it across her arm, a deep red cut lacing her pale skin . She wailed and thrashed from under him in a attempt to throw or knock him off her. She looked up at Patrick with teary eyes, and saw the sadistic look that was plastered on his face. The reality of her satiation was causing her to panic and heaving breaths left her mouth. 

  oh god I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Xandra found herself thinking , over and over again , tears of pain falling from her eyes.  Patrick rose the hunting knife and smiled down to her , showing off his amusement and pleasure, after flashing his smile he stabbed the knife deep into her shoulder , she wailed a the contact and flinched harshly form under him . 

   Patrick wrapped his hand in her hair and pulling  her head back. 

" Did you know, you could cut both your wrist and you slash your neck open and yet still be alive. It takes a while for someone to realistically die. Unlike horror movies. They die to quick in those movies "  Patrick explained as he slides the knife out of her shoulder and  , a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as the landed at the bloodily sight of the knife. 

    Patrick continued to tear open her flesh, stabbing into her body, he could her flesh tear apart each time he did so . Her dark red warm blood would gush out from her wounds , her body jerking up at the sharp contact of the knife. Xandra had stop resisting against Patrick, her body had started to give up and Xandra realized that she had no chance in getting out or surviving. He got off of her and watched as she started to cough up blood. Patrick kneeled beside her and and looked into her eyes . He watched contently as her breathing turned shallow and rasp , Xandra's eyes started to flutter shut.

    The last person Xandra ever saw, spoke, and interacted with was Patrick Hockstetter.

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 ( A/n: well, xandra's dead. i also decided it was best to put a warning. i also wanted to put the warning ' murder' but i kind of didn't want to spoil it but it was pretty predictable so i decide no too.  )