Chapter Six: Heart of Black

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"WAKE UP" screams one of the guys, I get up, my head pounding. I set my hand on my head, my heads sticky. I pull my and away, my heads bleeding. I look up. Im in the middle of the woods.  There are three men looking down at me.

"Wha-" I cut cut off by

"Where are your parents?" Asked the guy.

"They're- they're dead." I reply, about to cry. The other guy takes a beer bottle, breaking it against a tree as the third guy pins me down. The first holds my head still and looks into my eyes, leaning over me.

"Where are they really, whore?" He asks. I sob.

"They're dead." I reply, crying.

"I will shove this glass in your eye if you don't tell us." Says the second guy. I gulp.

"I already told you." I reply. He takes the sharpest piece of glass, the beer still on it, and shoves it in my eye. I feel pain, but not as greatly as it would if my left eye were real. I wear contacts and I have one fake eye, my fake eye was someone else's, when I was younger I got into a car accident, my brother died, I broke my arms and my eye popped out. The doctor's gave me a dead patients eye, it was blue, I have brown eyes. So, I put in a green contact in my other eye. I could feel the glass still, and it hurt a bit, not as much, though. He just cut the fake eye.

"Don't you lie to me!" Screams the first guy. He pours mild acid on my left eye, a bit spills onto my right. I scream, shards of glass and acid getting into my tear duct, destroying it. My eye drys, I scream in pain, it's blindingly painful. The three talk, leaving me crying and screaming on the ground. All sanity in me disapears, leaving me a bit mindless, driven in pain.

"We don't need you anymore, we were going to use you for ransom, so we came to a decision," Says the third guy. "We're going to kill you." He says. I scream. He takes a knife, cutting me. He cuts my leg, drawing blood. He smiles as I scream and puts the knife to my neck.

"P-please don't." I whimper pathetically. He laughs at me, not the least bit of pity or sympathy. He has a cold heart, a heart of black. Just before he kills me, I grab the bowie knife and slice his neck, I watch as he gurgles and chokes on his own blood, his lungs filling with it. I look over to the other two, they raise they're hands in defeat.

"I'm sorry, please spare us." Says the second, the one that poured acid in my eye and a fragment of beer glass. I smile. I finish the one that pinned me down off quickly, but make the third hurt the most. I pin him down and cut deeply into his veins, then rag him (make him unconcious by using cholorphome on a rag) as I tie a noose. I wake him up and put his head threw the noose. He screams

"Please dont!" He screams. I cut his vocal cords out, he starts crying. Whimp.

"Rest in pieces." I hang him. With they're blood, i write 'you're next - Valkyrie.' I leave. Valkyrie. My cover name. I could get used to this.

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