forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)

Started December 09, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"When do we go?" "Tonight. Can't have him get too comfortable." "And when we get him?" "Kill on sight." "You got it Pop Rocks." He kissed her forehead with a smile. She just rolled her eyes, a slight grin tugging at her lips.

Vaughn glanced around the bedroom. He had stayed here before. He remembered the first time he was there. Willard was the one who gave him the families to help. When he got to the house, Ms.Beck had bruises on her sides and one on her face. Her 10 year old son, Ben, was also bruised a bit. All from the dad/husband. They had allowed him to stay there. One night when the husband came home, while Ms. Beck and Ben were out, Vaughn attacked the larger man and killed him. The family had been so greatful that the husband was gone.

Roxanne glanced around at the ragtag group of guys, all staring at her like she was some goddess. She forced her eyes away. She used to help people, a killer yes, but a silent hero too. Then the psychiatrist caught her. Convinced her that she was sick, that she needed help, that this wasn't okay. And like an idiot, she'd listened. She didn't blame herself for her insanity. She blamed the asylum staff. They'd taken a poor innocent girl doing her best to help and turned her into a monster. A test subject. Just another number on a screen. Now she was treated like a hero but not for the same reason. She was praised by the wrong people, the ones she cared about scared of her. So she hid behind her insanity, too hurt and scared to show that she was just broken and didn't know how to fix herself or who to ask for help. She didn't have anyone except herself.

Vaughn pulled his gaze away from the reflection in the mirror. He didn’t feel like he was really in his body. He was so detatched. He still saw the 13 year old that went into the kitchen, seeing the body parts scattered across the tile. The blood flooding the floor thickly in places. He sighed as he threw the bloodied tissues away.

"Roxie? You okay?" She snapped back into reality. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just find him." She slunk back through the alleys to her apartment, curling up on the couch to think like she always did.

Vaughn went back to the bed and got onto it. He felt something under the pillow and tilted his head up and reached under it. He took out a small, loaded pistol. Ms.Beck said she would be getting more guns. He guessed this was one of them.

She pulled the blade out of her sleeve, watching her reflection. She was desperate for some type of relief so she gently placed the blade to her wrist and swiped it across, sighing in relief at the sting. She added 6 more cuts until she passed out.

Vaughn eventually shut his eyes. As anxious as he felt, he needed to rest. So, after a few minutes of laying with his eyes closed, he fell asleep.

It didn't take long for the nightmares to start. The inner demons and dark memories combing into a hellscape of her own design.

Vaughn had slept well for once. He snored softly occasionally, hugging one of the extra pillows to his chest..

The blood that dripped down her arm wasn't bright red like Vaughn's. It was dark and thick, more like a paste. Too many pills and bad deals turned her blood into the perfect ink.

Vaughn was still asleep. He shifted a bit in his sleep, sighing softly.

She curled up on herself, kind of wishing someone was there. She was always alone and because she was scared of other people hurting her, she pushed them away, including Vaughn. The guy she'd kinda been into thought she was insane.

Vaughn’s fingers twitched in his sleep. He had always been the restoess, easy to wake type of sleeper. His lips parted slightly, and he let out another sharp breath.

She woke slowly and took two more insomnia pills. She looked through the army of bottles. Some of them weren't even for her, they were for her sister, she just never had the heart to throw them out.

Vaughn woke up in the middle of the night. He sat up, finding himself in a sweat. He rested his head in his hands for a moment, breathing a bit heavily.

She glanced at the knife on the table again. People faked their deaths all the time to get out of tight situations. Maybe she could too…

Vaughn slid up out of bed. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and went into the joint bathroom. He leaned against the counter and turned the cold water on, splashing his face off a bit.

She shook the thoughts away. No, that was stupid. She had to protect her reputation. If she was going to leave, she'd go out with a bang.

Vaughn dried his face off with the towel. He met his own grey eyes in the mirror for a long moment.

She felt an icy cold presence around her. She shuddered, instantly recognizing it. "Getting out of this town? Like all the others?" The voice hissed. "I don't listen to you." "Yes you do."

Vaughn glanced at the silhouette in the mirror behind him. He clenched his jaw a bit and ran his hand over his face.

"You do what I tell you to." "Shut up." "Like a perfect little pet." "Leave me alone." "You are mine to control." "Get out of my head!"

Vaughn glared at the figure. He igored its words as he went back into the bedroom and laid down.

The voice kept talking, growing louder and louder until she popped two more schizophrenia pills, quieting the voice down.