Heh, this area is great for me then! This is basically a random story beginning I started. I was bored and felt like writing a gory story. This may never be finished seeing as it was only random and such or I may edit parts, I'm not sure yet. But be warned, it does contain a LOT of bloodshed, abuse and a serial killer. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Although if I wanted I could make the story even gorier, but ah well. That's for another time...

The girl stared up at her father who stood in shadow. How could she have been so blind? After a whole life of abuse, how could she have possibly thought he would let her go just this once. The blood was forming a minimal puddle on the floor beneath her now. She daren't speak. He may be a serial killer...A murderer...But if she even dared to speak a word of anything he would find out and add her to his countless lists of kills. Her voice had become hoarse from her futile screaming earlier that night... She had only recently woke up. She knew she should've thought before running again... The first time, he had simply overdosed her with morphine unexpectedly, but this time, she was sure he would strike her unconscious if she even moved the slightest... She bowed her head again, staring at the reddening floor beneath her. In a second, she felt the pain flare through her back again as he cracked the whip of hot steel across her back again...The sharpened spikes along its course edge digging into her back further, causing more of he blood to flow. If this continued, she would sure fall to the floor and drown in her own blood. She couldn't let that happen. Couldn't give him that pleasure yet. She had survived the past 16 years...So why would now be any different... Her small amount of time at school was always questioned. They often asked her if anything had happened at home and she simply lied as always. Wearing the same recurring mask of happiness and interest to cover the pain underneath it all... That's it...She would give it one last chance...For her mother...She knew if she failed she would surely die...Perhaps in the same way her father killed his endless array of victims...But she had to try...

She struggled to her feet...Feeling the whip strike her again and again but she tried to block out the pain. She lifted a sharp shard of glass from the floor...From the now shattered bottle of morphine her father had used and dug it into her shoulder so hard that a new trickle of blood ran down her arm slowly. She then focused solely on that pain alone and ran. Ran to the door of the bedroom and out into the hall. She had to get down the stairs without him catching her or it would be her death for certain. She ran to the top of the stairs and was about to leap down them three at a time when suddenly she was dragged backwards by the back of her top by her father's large callosed hands. She struggled in his grip but knew he had the dried-blood coated knife in his hand. But she didn't cease to struggle, even after he plunged the knife's blade into her side. She coughed and a rickle of blood ebbed from the corner of her mouth but she still headed for the stairs. He then half thrust her as she made her way out of his grip. Her foot slipped from the stair and tumbled downwards. Hitting her back harshly against the far wall. She tried to move, but her blood loss kept her weak. She tried to scramble from him, but she had no such luck... Until there was a faint sound of a door unlocking.

'C***!' The father spat as he shoved the knife deeply into his pocket along with the whip and ran upstairs. She was going to die soon enough already, so he headed upstairs and disappeared through the secret exit he kept hidden from all...
She lied there...Bleeding, dying and panting for any breath she could gather before she finally felt too weak to even bother...

The man stepped inside the house carefully, gun in hand. He looked about cautiously. He had been after the murderer in his case for two months now, but this time he was sure he had finally found him. He kicked boxes and debris of the rotten house aside. He wondered around a bit. The house seemed quiet for the house of a famous serial killer but he continued anyway. Any evidence would be useful in the case. Which is when he found the girl. About 16 years of age. Lying across the bottom step, blood dripping to the floor. He placed his gun in it's holster and ran over. He checked her wrist for a pulse. Thinking for a moment she might truly be dead, before he heard her cough. She looked frail and colourless and from the mere sight of her wounds he knew if she didn't recieve expert help that she
would die soon...

He ignored the blood now staining his own clothes and lifted her unconscious body into his arms. The hospital was a fair distance away, he just hoped he made it there fast enough. He layed her down in the back seat of his car and headed as fast as he could, swerving past any and all in his path.

'Will she be alright?' He asked the doctor who had came over to him.
'It's unsure...It's a miracle she's alive at all...' The doctor admitted. 'The amount of blood she has lost is critical and the amount of morphine forced into her blood could prove to be a fatal problem...'
The man just twiddled his thumbs before heading to see her. He opened the door to see her sleeping soundly. Breathing in and out slowly, like a deep sleeping dreamer. He headed over to the side and sat down. He looked down sympathetically at her cut and bruised features, wondering what on earth had happened. He was about to gently close his eyes and nod off himself when she suddenly awoke before him, eyes frantic and full of fear and tribulation. Screaming as the pain seared through her from her sudden wake. The man stood and went over to her, trying to calm her down. But she was having no sympathy, she just pushed him away, no longer screaming, but cringing as the pain still flowed.
'Slow down! If you don't take care you'll cause the wounds to bleed again!' He yelled to her.
'Get off! Get away from me!' She kept refusing him. She covered her head with her hands as it felt as if her mind were splitting in two...

Then her eyes shone with a dark light. A deep black colour. The man stumbled backwards in surprise, then released a cry of pain as his arm was somehow ripped from his body. The white of bone shone in the hospital room's flourescent lighting and the wound looked as if it were literally spitting the blood out of him. It covered the bed covers and he yelled in contorted agony as his leg underwent the same brutal torture. He slipped and whimpered as the puddle of blood below him grew larger before him. What the hell was this...this...THING?! He didn't get a second chance to think, or even plead for life as his head was ripped from his shoulders and thrown through the wall and landed on the floor in the hall. The sixteen year old girl had done all this to a single person in under a minute, by only tilting her head, she had killed him...But there is no such thing as immortal innocence...Even she didn't know what was chained inside her mind since birth...He'd saved this seemingly innocent girl from death...Big mistake...