Evil Eyes, Wicked Mind

Evil Eyes, Wicked Mind: Chapter 2

If I could have died right then and there, I would have. 

I risked a glance up and was relieved. He was facing the wall, but not paying attention. He was holding someting in his hand, squishing it.

What the fuck..

It was Victorlia's skin. He actually ripped off her skin! He was carving something into it with a knife and laughing. He raised his head and looked around for a second, then threw down Vic's flesh and kicked her corpse on the way out the door. I got up onto my hads and knees and started to crawl towads the piece of skin he threw down on the bathroom floor. It was all mangled and bloody. The sight was horrific and I had to hold my breath, the stench was so strong that I felt like I had to throw up. I covered my mouth in case I screamed and picked up the mangled remains. Despite the blood, it was a thick, smooth piece of flesh. I peered closer and saw etched writing in the once porcelain skin that was Victorlia's. My eyes widened at the words:

You can't hide from me for long, Hina. You owe me.

He knew my name. This was fan-fucking-tastic. Killer on the loose, and of all people he decided to go belistic on our orphanage. He knows who I am. If I walk out of this door I'm probably going to get sliced to bits. He's lurking somewhere, I know it. He's too smart for me to evade, there's nowhere to run to. I can't run if he's still here in the house. 

The window!

The bathroom window is always nailed shut, though. Always has been. Dammit. Curse you, Mother Crish for thinking we would run away before we got adopted. I hope you're burning in hell right now. 

I sat on the counter and thought about my escape routes. I can't leave the bathroom, I'm too scared. If he left I would have heard it by now. There's no way he can get any of the doors or windows in here open or closed without making noise. Mother Crish made sure  of that.  So I'm stuck here to die.. I'm probably the only one left. 

I looked to my right, into the hallway. Vic's bloody body was torn to pieces.. Her eyes were vacant, but still open. Her hand was open, with curled fingers, it looked like she was reaching towards me for help. The intruder probably did that on purpose.. But how did he find out I was in here! I gave nothing away. 

I started sobbing quietly. Why did this have to happen to me of all people. I have to get out of here and warn people. I can't tell the police, though. If they find him and capture him, he'll find a way to escape. He'll find me, he'd know that I told on him and he would kill me slowly while looking into my eyes..

God dammit, Hina snap out of it!

I got up and walked over to the bathroom window, right above my hiding place moments before. I strained my eyes to see what type of screw held the window in place. The glass must have been 3 inches thick. This bitch knew were going to try to get away from here. There was no possible was to shatter the glass, nothing in the bathroom was hard enough to even crack the glass. Everything that might have damaged the glass was nailed to the walls and counters. This place was built to keep people in, not out. He would hear me even if I attempted to break the glass, that is if he was still here. What the hell am I going to do. I feel like I'm being watched.

"That's because you are being watched, sweetheart. Every move you make, I see." I heard a low, calm, and smooth voice reply.

This can't be happening.. I didn't even say that out loud... I don't want to turn around. If he's there, I don't want to face him. I don't want to die, I don't want to be hurt like this. I'm too young!

I slowly turned around to face the voice.

There was a man standing there, silouetted against the broken and dimmed lights in the hallway behind him. Who the hell is this guy and how can he hear what I'm thinking..

"I can't read you mind, babe, you're murmuring everything you're thinking." He started to take a step closer to me.

"God dammit.. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything."

"Anything, eh? This is all too horror movie cliche. What makes you think I won't kill you?" He raised a fist to his chin in thought, " Don't you worry." He took three more steps and stopped. He bent down, inches from my face. Ugh he smelled like blood. Lots of it.

He slipped one firm arm around my waist and the other one was pressing a knife sharp as broken glass against my neck. He leaned closer and I felt his lips pressed agianst my ear. I tried to swallow my fear, but the pressure of swallowing against the knife sent fresh crimson blood trickling down my neck. I gripped my knife tighter and started to raise my arm to attack.

"Drop the knife and we can talk about whether or not I'm going to fuck you sensless before I kill you," he whispered in my ear. He sounded like he meant it. I could feel his warmth all around me. Oddly enough, it wasn't that creepy stalker vibe, either. It wasn't even threatening... I kind of felt like giving in to him... Oh God, what am I thinking!

His words stopped me in my tracks and my thoughts were cut off. Who was this guy?

"Okay." I managed to choke out what might be my last word.