††† Murder †††

[The Harbinger]

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††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. ††† 

††† You've been warned. ††† 

“.....daddy?”

That was the first word she spoke when she woke up.

That was weeks ago. How many weeks? She'd lost count. Her recovery was taking too long. To her anyways.

There were days when her physical therapy went well. There were others when she was more pissed off than she was in a good mood. And she had to give it to the PT specialists. They took her, for lack of a better word, abuse in stride.

All in all, her time in the hospital, the other surgeries to fix her leg and hand; All of it had worn on her last nerve. She had scars in places that made her self conscious. And since her right hand had been her “strong” hand, she also had to learn to write all over again. There was a million things she had to learn how to do again.

By the time she was released to go home, she'd had ten surgeries on both leg and hand/arm. Screws put in. Plates pulled out. More plates put in. More screws removed.

But finally came the day she was released to go home.

It was the day she looked forward to. That is, after having a fight with her mother about the fact that she did NOT was a “Welcome Home” party. She didn't want any kind of anything for when she came home. She simply wanted to go into her own room and close herself off from the rest of the world.

And did her mother listen to her? Not even a little bit.

As they pulled into the drive-way, she seen the banners and streamers. She seen the balloons and...

The people.

“Aw Christ, Mom. I told you I didn't want a welcome home party.”, she hissed out to her mother.

Her mother frowned, “Can't you just enjoy it, Danielle? These people were all worried about you and are happy to see you home.”

Dani snorted, “Yeah, so worried they came to visit me in the hospital. Some fucking friends they are.”

“Danielle Elizabeth Bay, watch your mouth!”, her mother chastised her.

“Why? Why should I? Where the fuck were these people when I was sitting up in that hospital room? Where were they surgery after surgery? Physical therapy session after session? No, mother, I will not watch my mouth. Fuck them. They didn't have the fortitude to come see me then.. They can fucking leave me now.”, she opened the door and tried to get out, but the casts and braces prevented her from moving without help.

Her brother came rushing out of the house to help her out of the car. Wrapping his arms around her, he shifted and lifted (gently) at the same time. Muttering in her ear as he did, “Sorry, D.. I tried to stop her. She just wouldn't listen. You know how she gets.”

She wrapped her good arm around him as best she could and let him use his weight and strength to lift her up. “Yeah, I know. And she's a fucking bitch for it. Isn't this supposed to be about what I want?”

He nodded to her question and then shifted about until he got on her “bad” side and let her use his strength to head into the house. “Well, just show for a few minutes and then I'll take you up to your room”

She laughed and nodded. Her brother had always been the one to make her laugh. He was the one who'd taken the brunt of her anger, hatred and abuse while she was in the hospital. He took the shit being thrown, screamed at, cursed at. He'd taken it all.

Lucas Robert Bay had been the rock she needed when her parents failed to show.

“Yeah, well.. She's never been too reliable. You know that. She's more worried about how the neighbors will see her rather than her own children. We've always known that.”, he grinned down at her. “Why do you think I never went off to college?”

“Because if you had, you wouldn't be able to stay in Vicki Plathor's panties.”, she joked back.

Lucas snorted back to her, “No. Because I knew you still needed me. And good thing too..” He nodded to the fact that he was helping her inside.

“Yeah yeah. I know.”, she stopped for a moment and looked at the throng of people milling about both inside the house and out. “How is it we came to be the parents in this fucked up family? How's it our fault we have an alcoholic mother and a father who's more worried about what piece of side-ass he can get than they do their own children?”

Lucas didn't answer. He just shrugged and headed inside...

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One might expect the screen to come to life to a black screen and a mask in the center of it.

But that's not what happened this time.

This time, the screen came to life with a woman walking through what appeared to be a carnival.

You know the type. Where there was the small kiddie rides and a roller coaster that would give you whiplash rather an adrenaline rush.

The type of carnival that you hear about in those creepy stories on either Reddit or Creepy Catalog with the fucked up twisted clown that goes around town killed parents and stealing kids once the carnival closes at night.

It was that type of carnival.

And the blonde woman was walking through it.

As she passed one ride or another, the carnies (as they are called in that world) looked at her and seemed to shrink away. As if THEY were scared of HER.

Lil ole' her.

Now why would they do that?

Even the creepy clown seemed to shrink away from her as she paused to speak with him. One could see the clown shaking his head vigorously, putting his hands up and backing away from her.

The camera followed her around as she wandered around, seemingly, aimlessly. That is, until she came to the Funhouse of Mirrors.

She moved over to give the ticket taker the required amount of tickets and entered into the funhouse.

The camera kept following her around. It was easy to tell that it wasn't a UWA sanctioned camera as the picture was a little grainy. And shakey.

“Stalker Bob.”

Came the voice of the female.

Still, her face not seen. Only the black and red tipped blonde hair could be seen from the back.

But it was so easy to tell that it was Danika.

“All humans are monsters.
But not all monsters are human.”

There came a little laugh at that.

“Do you feel anything, Bob?
I don't feel anything.
The world..
..is wrong.”

She kept moving through the funhouse.

Seeming to know the path through the maze of mirrors and glass.

“The world is wrong..
..and I'm a psychopath.”

Another turn to the right. Then another to the left.

“I'm not naive to the ways of men.
Their need to objectify..
..To conquer.
They see what they want to see.”

The lights in the funhouse changed then.

They went completely black..

..and then to violet.

Like a blacklight.

And the woman's hair had that glow to it.

“Women, however..
..we see into the soul of a person.
We learn what we need to know to kill.
And take care of the details.”

She paused.

Her head turning first left.

Then right.

“You see..
..When bad things keep happening to good people..
..You start to question what is right..
..And what is wrong.”

She turned left.

She kept making her way through the funhouse.

“I killed someone you see.
I killed the girl that used to be me.”

Another turn.

A step to the side.

“The Devil is real.
And he isn't some little red man with horns and a tail..
He can be beautiful..
..Because he's a fallen angel.
And he used to be God's favorite.
And what He created?
It was ungodly and monstrous.”

She finally got to the spot she was looking for.

Once she stopped, she turned around.

Only this time, she wasn't wearing a mask.

Those blue eyes stared into the camera.

“Killing under the cloak of war..
..Is no different than murder.”

She leaned towards the camera.

A twisted little smile upon her lips.

“Isn't it heartbreaking..
..How easily you can dedicate your life to destroying yourself, Bob?”

She planted her hands on a plane of glass on either side of her..

And then leaned towards the camera.

Her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Bang.. Bang.. Bob.”

And the screen went black.