Warming XD : Sorry for having submitted this OS and written it in English. I don't speak English TT. So I'm afraid of all the mistakes I must have made... If you fell motivated to correct me, you're welcomed ^^. Otherwise, have a nice reading, the story is about Elvin, a character from a BD project I wanted to present in a strange way...

The Road to hell

Leaning against the couch, plunked down the floor but view caught by the patterns of the ceiling: wide and contorted cracks. What was he doing here?

Leon came from the South, from a little town, so far from the dark capital, so peaceful and spared from all this fucking canker that spread all over the creepy dirty streets of the huge city, corrupted rare innocent souls and wrenched deep inside immoral minds.

So Leon was not used to this. God blessed him, but he didn’t save him. Otherwise, why would had he been dragged into this strange place.

For holidays, Leon came back to the capital, to find again his old friends. He did it and spent a nice night whit them. They visited bars, paid drinks, got drunk, but Leon was still clear: he really wanted to enjoy this cool and plain party in the streets among true friends, as they used to do long time ago.

But friends had finally changed. Subtly. They did great meeting: nice people. “You don’t have any place to go tonight ? You cannot stay in the street guys, too dangerous. Come home. It’s fine.”

That’s why he finally landed in the living room of this little gloomy apartment, a hand on a beer and the other with a joint.

But he was far from complaining. On the contrary, he felt in the little part of his brain spared by the troubling fog of liquor scent, excitement, the feeling of satisfaction, of breaking moral and forbidden.

So a thin smile moved his lips while his head moved down.

It was this moment that the door chose to open itself. Not really itself, since a thin, pretty girl appearing behind, obviously pushed it.

He didn’t know whether if it was because of all the alcohol in his veins but Leon’s eyes stared a long time at the incomer, detailed the entire body, making a stop on her nips, rounded, attractive, his fingers trembled when the idea of touching them crossed his mind; and finally, her face.

What an amazing face! Little eyes, bridle but not entirely, as if they were the product of an unusual crossbreeding. They were clear, strangely clear of a melting shimmering blue, the color of a rare gem what made them so attractive, but scaring when they gave back looks and pierced your mind. The face was thin; the skin so white, almost translucent, under, sharp bones drew cheeks and a pointed chin, defined clearly angles of this beautiful face. Observed so close, it lost a little of its feminity but it still bewitched him. The little curved nose raised proudly, giving her a kind of snob look, the wide and thin mouth drew a welcoming smile. She could have looked nice and innocent, just a little girl taking part in this degenerated party, but Leon thought about other things. He saw madness, trash visions and nausea. But it was probably due to the liquor.

The girl move ahead, her dark long hair sweeping her face. She reached the low table, sat on the floor among the others, chatted with the host she obviously knew.

“- I brought some.
- Great ! You rocks ! How much ?
- You pay me when you get sober.”

And she put a hand on the table, opened it, the eyes attracted on it were almost expected to find a treasure, and for most of them, it was the case. A creepy sachet of white powder: a discovery for Leon.

She spread the “C” on the table, gathered it in lines with an expired credit card, caught a rolled buck, raised it to her nose and she was left. Head back, eyelids trembling and slightly closed, she enjoyed this short flood of pleasure, enjoyed the drug.

Soon the other did the same. Leon envied them, he wanted to taste it to, half scared but completely tempted. He bit his lips watching the table, without knowing if his turn would come: junkies are known not to be welcomed to share their shit, and he was a newbie, just a passenger.

Yet, the bewitching girl moved, ramped slowly discreetly to him. She even surprised him when she put her hand on his shoulder; his damaged senses hadn’t felt her approaching.

“- I’d never seen you there, who are you?”

His mind tangled, he felt as if his mouth would let nonsense uncontrolled words get out if he opened it. But a so sweet girl was talking to him; such an event was so rare he could not let it pass away.

“- Leon, one of Ludwig’s old friend, I came back to see him for holidays.
- That’s cool, where are you living usually ?”

Her voice were hoarse, probably after many years of regular smoking, but still tender, her words flowed into his ears, graceful like the appropriate lyrics onto the low and soft rock n’ roll music hardly heard in backyard.

“- In a nice town, far from here, you mustn’t have ever heard about it…”

The girl kept questioning him, he recovered clarity answers by answers, and the more they talked, the more the divine present that was this creature pressed herself against him, caressing his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

Leon didn’t complain.

Finally, she caught the sachet, now half empty, and asked :

“- Want some ?”

Leon nodded, took the buck and breathed in the line, trying to imitate the previous example. The feeling was not what he expected; it hurt his nostril, making him grimace.

“- It doesn’t have any effects the first time, try again.” She said listless and used with the wisdom of the addict she was, preparing another rail.

Leon obeyed, not discouraged. Two more was enough to make him getting weird. His mind was sailing away, his vision waved, he could imagine he was on a boat, phantom boat winning against the angry sea. He felt strength in him, his mind got accurate, his sense more in alert than ever.

That’s why the touch of the girl’s hand on his laps, tracing a path to his crotch, became so sensitive and intense. He turned to her, answered to her expectations. They stared each other, only one second.

Then the girl savagely caught his mouth, dived her tongue deep into his throat, swallowed his. The taste had a scent of alcohol, cigarette and all kind of various substances, but Leon too, so he didn’t care, closed his eyes, realizing that this moment must be a present from God and he shouldn’t waste it.

He caressed the excited body on his laps, his hands moved up until her throat. Muscles there were tended, hard. Not like ones of a girl should be. But he didn’t care.

The embrace continued, sometimes stronger, sometimes soft, there were a kind of magic in it.

Leon should have felt better than he had ever been… on the contrary, the more she pressed her wet lips to his cheeks, mouth and throat, the more her nips touched tightly his chest, the worse he felt.

A terrible nausea came deep in him and didn’t want to leave him, his hand unnaturally trembled, his mouth got dry, his breath shorter.

A little tricky voice deep in his soul pressed him to ask a thing he had forgotten from the beginning.

“- Who are you?” He questioned almost voiceless.

She whispered back, softly and directly into his ear:
“- Elvin. I came to kill you.”