This is dedicated to my best friend.
The frail, fragile body of the girl stiffened, her stomach churning. She wished to escape the hell hole she was placed in. She couldn't take this anymore. She had been raped by her own flesh and blood. She had been harmed by her own flesh and blood. Her Father. He had brutally murderer his wife, Danielle Baxter. Mr. Baxter was nothing more than a monster. Riley was forced to endure through his torment, But it was different today. The voices whispered to her. Telling her to do things. She willingly complied to do the things they told her, Being the ever so innocent child like young adolescent she was. Riley pulled herself up using the ever so convenient desk she lay next to. Her ankle sprained, and her face soaked with tears. She giggled a bit.
"Mom. Mom. I hope you see this." The girl giggled. She staggered down the familiar cream colored stairs, and glared at her drunken father's visible sleeping form. She suppressed her laughter and struggled to get to the kitchen. A scalpel lay on the counter. She looked at in amusement. Her father was Sixty seven, A doctor in retirement. Nobody would be surprised with all the medical supplies he owned. She swiped the scalpel from the marble counter, and continued forth. She let out a small squeak of a giggle. She moved to the side of the couch. She whispered an inaudible tube into her father's ear, before slitting his throat. Muffled noises and gurgles erupted from his throat. His eyes held a glint of betrayal, but she continued. She unbuttoned her dad's shirt. She looked at his pale, disgusting skin tone. She cut deep into his skin, Blood spurting every where. Soon, you could see inside of him. She looked in awe at his organs. But the most intriguing to her was his heart, still as a statue. She quickly worked on getting it. She wanted it. Chunks of his skin lay on the floor, around Riley and Mr. Baxter. Blood stained the couch, the clothes of her abd her victim. She looked satisfied at her beautiful masterpiece. She licked her lips in delight. The freshly obtained heart in her hands. She stared at it in wonder. She slowly raised it to her lips. She took a bite. Her eyes widened. She let the organ sit on her tongue. She slowly chewed it, and let it slide down her throat, and into her digestive system. She smiled in delight. She devoured it. Enjoying every bite. She looked at her shirt and shorts. She was covered, no, soaked in blood. It covered most of her arms, some of her legs, and she had it surrounding her mouth. She placed the scalpel in her pocket. She said nothing more, less. Just giggles, or long periods of laughter. She put a hoodie on, assuming it was cold outside. She removed the little sharp "toy" from her shorts pocket and into her Hoodie pocket.
"Bye Daddy." She said, kissing his forehead, leaving a red stain. A trail of crimson followed her stride as she strode to the door. She slipped her shoes on. She put her hood up and kept her smile on. She walked into the seemingly everlasting woods. The creature stalked her, watching her moves consistently, not letting his gaze falter. He moves slightly, Removing himself from the Bush. Swiftly, She turned and stared at the creature with a dead panned expression. The creatures crazier sharp nails stuck out, Ready for her. She was ready as well. Or so it seemed. Yet, there was another mysterious creature with his gaze fixed on her. His face forever expression less, looked as if he was baffled. He heard a giggle stifle from the young child. He held up a hand, signaling the "Creature". The creature knew her plan. She pulled out the scalpel as he glides toward her form. He sliced her left arm off, the one contain in the scalpel. Her facial features stayed. A smile that even the Cheshire couldn't master. Her body hit the ground. She didn't move. He then proceed to slash her limbs and body until the The faceless man with held him from doing more. Her eyes were torn from their sockets, limbs removed from her torso, and slashes we're said to be everywhere. The Man picked her up in his slender arms. The other Creature had fled from the scene.
Her eyelids fluttered open. Her usual eye color was replaced with a dull silver color. Her limbs were attached to her torso once again, but various stitching was done. The face less man entered the dimly lit hospital like room. He reached out to her. She grabbed his hand. She gripped his hand.
"Hello, Stichy."
The recent events were recorded from police records. It read in bold letters,"Killer at large."
The next paragraph stated, "On July 10th, 2015, A Boy's body was found in a ditch. His stomach ripped open, and his internal organs appeared to be removed. His mouth was stitched up, and eyes stitched closed." News piled in, Crime rates increased and the amount of officers and agents piled over, Moving to victim after victim. The Killer was never found, and has yet to be discovered.
