Death's Apprentice

Blades on His Skin

  "Tomorrow is the day." Her voice rang in my head.
"I know. I'm ready to see him suffer. He deserves it." my voice was low and filled with malevolence and delight.
"Everything is ready." She said as I stepped back in the dark room. I had found a abandoned shack in the woods not to far out of town. It had been three months, 17 days, 3 hours, 16 minutes, and 47 seconds since I had cut, since I had found my true calling, since I had discovered my title, since I had decided to bring sweet murderous justice to the vile rats who torment me.

I had brought two tables. One to lay his unconscious, soon to be conscious body, once I had him in my grasp. Then a second for my knives, ropes, bleach, and all my other instruments that I intend to use on his pathetic body. I had clear packaging tape and cling wrap also on the table.

It was nearly 11:30 p.m. on Thursday, the 12th of October. We couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. I did not plan it like this at all, this was merely how the time fell. I left the cabin and walked in pure silence through the woods back to the main road. 2,986 steps. I would then follow this road for 6 miles and a quarter. 12,673 steps. Then taking a left down Mackennon Rd. I arrive at my house after taking another 278 steps from the turn. I had walked this trek many times before. The cabin was my escape from everyone in the summer or on the weekends once my homework had been completed.

I cut several times since the last not just from depression but to calm my thirst. Now that I am fully aware of my thirst it has intensified. I had taken my blade and scratched in a insignia, that I tough would suffice for my calling, into my left wrist, and my chest. (A/N: Picture at top).

I arrived back at my house at exactly 12:03 a.m. My mother was passed out drunk on the couch, the nearly empty bottle of Everclear on its side. The liquid still inside threatening to spill out. I picked it up and took a small sip then found the cap and put it back in its place in the alcohol cupboard.

My room was dead silent the darkness shadowing out from under the door barley penetrated, by the light down the hall, as I walked in. 9 steps was all it took for me to reach my bed. I lay there awake still avoiding sleep. One dream still distressed me out of them all. Most of them had become comforting after I understood what I was. But one of them was hellishly terrifying. "Whisper?"
"What?" She asked harshly
"Sorry..."
"It's fine. Now what is it?"
"What do you think the dream about the corridor means?"
Silence.
"Whis-"
"I don't know what it means. But I have a feeling we will know soon enough. Now shut up and go to sleep. That douche bag weighs nearly 200 pounds and it will take a while to get him to the cabin."
"Yes Whisper." was the last thing I said that night.
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"Uugghhh!!" I grunted as I put unconscious Drake up on the table. Snagging him was easier then I thought...
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"Uh... D-drake?" I asked in my soft voice trying to act as timid as possible.
"What do you want bitch?" He asked his head turning to me with a glare on his face and his friends. It was after school and football practice. He was talking with his buddies who were all laughing and joking about who they had fucked or what movie they wanted to see or some party this weekend and blah blah blah.
"C-can I ask y-you something?"
"Yeah... I guess?"
"Will...Uh... Will you...."
"Spit it out damn it."
"Will you take my virginity?" I asked forcing a 'embarrassed' blush on my face. He and his friends burst out laughing but I could see the lustful look in his eye.
"Hahahaha yeah.. Haha sure. I'll take your virginity." he said laughing
"I really want you too... I talked with some of the cheerleaders and they said you had a huge cock, and that you are good at it." I said trying to sound desperate but not too desperate. He looked at me a little shocked but smirked darkly.
"Hmm is that so? Well.. In that case I will. When and where?"
"Just come by my place tonight at 8."
"Alright then." He and his friends then walked off laughing.

Several hours past. It was 4 when I talked to Drake and it was now 7:48. I had everything ready. Suddenly there was a knock on the front door and I answered it. It was Drake. He wore a green t-shirt and some black jeans and flip flops. I was in a shirt way to tight for my taste. It was a sky blue and had silver accents over the chest that were directly over my breasts. I also wore a tight pair of black skinny jeans and was bare foot. I was very uncomfortable. Thank God that these horrid things I was wearing would be burned.

I motioned him to follow me to my room. He walked in behind me, "Damn... it is dark in here." He said surprised by all the black and red. I flipped on the overhead light which lit up the room a bit more. "Is that better?"
"Yeah.. I guess. Why all the black?"
"'Emo dyke' remember?" I said sadly
"Oh.... I'm sorry about that." he said halfheartedly.
"It's whatever." I then walked close to him and put my hand over his crotch, "Are you ready?" I said in the most seductive voice I could. A smirk found his lips and his hands found my breasts quickly and he crashed his lips to mine. I wanted to pull back, I hated being this close to him. But if I wanted my plan to succeed I would have to endure it. I kissed back reluctantly.

Soon he had my pushed down on my bed and was kissing down my chest, which was no longer covered by a shirt. Only my bra protecting my body from his disgusting eyes, lips, and hands. His crotch was pressed firmly to mine, and I could feel his bulge. This was it! I suddenly jerked back, him thinking it was a teasing measure then I lunged my leg forward my knee connecting to his crotch. He screamed in pain and fell back off my bed on the ground holding tight to his crotch. I jumped up and pulled open a drawer which had a rag and a small bottle. The bottle was filled with chloroform. I poured some onto the rag and quickly pushed it on his face. Straddling him so he couldn't get up he slowly drifted to unconsciousness.

I changed my clothes quickly to a black t-shirt, with a black jacket, and then black jeans, and my combat boots. I put of the chloroform and then found his keys and ran to his car, turning it on. Running back inside I then carefully took his body and placed him in the back seat. Then I put on some rubber gloves and pulled my hood over my head so no DNA such as hair of finger prints could be found. I took some liquor bottles from the cupboard in the basement and set them in the car.
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I tied him down on the table, "You are so pathetic Drake," I whispered darkly, "I hope you don't mind losing you phone, your clothes, and... oh what else was it Whisper?"
"His life!" she roared malevolence riddled in her voice.

I sat for 24 minutes and 37 seconds for him to wake up. "W-wh... Ughhh.... What happened?" His voice confused and groggy
"Oh nothing... Just brought you to my cabin is all." I said walking to the table with my knives, acids, and such.
"J-julia?! What the hell? Let me go!"
"Hmmm no." I said softly as I lifted a flaying knife. His eyes went wide.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I could hear him struggling to get free.
"Don't even try to escape. It's pointless." I also grabbed a clam knife and walked to him. "Lets have a little fun tonight... Shale we?" I then smirked as I placed the blades on his skin.