3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

7. Buffalo Bill Part 2

So like... this chapter contains both bloody violence and questionable smut, but I'm guessing whoever is actually still reading at this point, it wouldn't faze them much anyway, so I'll hold off on trigger warnings...

Robyn's P.O.V.

The car pulls up in this dark alley somewhere and Shady turns to look at me, staring at me hard with those evil eyes he has. Until pulling his mask over his face.

"Please don't do this. I don't want to see..." I blurt out. I feel numb all iver, but underneath it, I've never been more scared in my life.

"Stay here and don't move from this spot," he replies back emotionlessly, exiting the car.

It immediately occurs to me that this might actually be my chance to finally run.

Until he pops those stupid child locks on the doors, and I'm trapped. I then decide to try and break the car's windows so I could climb out, but I very soon find out that apparently they are bulletproof. The windows are absolutely impossible to break!

I'm left with no choice but to sit helplessly in the front seat of Slim Shady's car in the dark alley in the middle of nowhere in Detroit, late at night, waiting for God knows what.

Minutes pass that honestly feel like hours. Maybe it is hours, I don't actually know.

Eventually, Shady comes back dragging a bloodied blonde girl with him. I have no idea where he dragged her from, but she obviously tried to put up somewhat of a fight. Which was quickly squashed by whatever Shady did to her.

He throws the girl against the hood of the car, taking out the knife as he pulls her head back by her blonde hair wrapped around his fist.

Everything happens so quick. All I get the chance to do is scream, "Please don't, Shady!!"

Just as the girl whimpers, "Please don't hurt me!!"

None of our cries fazes him though. Shady drags the blade of the knife against the poor girl's throat in a slow sawing motion.

The girl's eyes roll into the back of her throat as she lets out a short gurgling sound. Her body is limp in Shady's arms as she falls back across his chest and I can't believe what I'm seeing this.

Knowing was still not the same thing as believing. Marshall really is Slim Shady sometimes, and Slim Shady is a serial killer...

"Why are you doing this?!" I scream, banging against the car's window, watching him drop the now lifeless body like a sack of potatoes on the ground, discarding her mercilessly. Blood splattered all over his white mask ans denim overalls.

Why did he want me to see this shit?!

Lifting up his mask, Shady grins evilly, walking to the front of the car. As he pops the locks open, I see that he's got gloves on his hands, not the same fingerless ones I've seen him wear before neither.

Shady grabs my hand and forcefully shoves the handle of the knife into it, forcing me to grip it, until he rips it pit of my fingers at the same time.

What the...

He smirks then, and returns to the still for some odd reason twitching dead body of his victim and proceeds to stab it a few more times, seemingly just for fun. He really goes to work on this girl, her blood splashing everywhere. Afterwords, he deeps his finger in her blood ans writes those infamous words on the pavement.

My Name Is Slim Shady

Then, he drops the knife next to the dead girl and casually gets back in the car with me, turning the keys in the ignition and starting it.