Mutilated Wounds

By Chaos Seeker-Night Hunter

Chapter One: Clocks, Dreams and Jobs

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick…

The delicate clock remained stuck, a gnarled hand continually flicking back and forth. Its wooden frame lay covered in dust as the face watched solemnly down at the scene before it. The dark brown was a shock of colour against faded grey walls, walls that hummed of hidden secrets; the secrets that led to this twisted act.

A mutilated form panted, body contorting as blood seeped from obscene wounds. Dark burgundy had painted the walls, while scarlet pools steadily grew. The figure keened softly and raised an oval face from the floor. It was shockingly perfect, the only mar being tattoos of blood. Light blue eyes were lit with a haunting glow as the boy watched the door; that door that held him prisoner in the red splattered room.

Tick. Tick. Tick…

Agonized eyes grew blurry and his lids slid half way down. Matted hair that had once been jet black was dyed a grimy grey framed his pale face. Slowly, very slowly the boy curled up; his too baggy clothes sticking up at angles due to masses of dried sweat.

Tick. Tick…

The blood slowed, dying down to a trickle. A breathy sigh escaped the mangled body and the boy placed his heavy head in the sticky pool around him. His body shivered, overtaken by a sudden rush of cold-heat. Nails scraped against the cold tiles as he stiffened, a pressure pounding on his chest.

With a harsh cry he vomited; putrid yellow mixing with red as he heaving at the acrid scent.

Tick…

He was too tired, past the point of caring. Muscles relaxed and his head thudded into the disgusting mess. He'd move when he woke up but for now sleep… yes sleep sounded like a good idea.

Tock.

It was quiet, far too quiet. I shifted uneasily; eyes flicking to the window, the door and once again to my clenched hands. Dad wasn't going to be happy, I'd had that dream again; the one he kept telling me to block… but it was hard, something inside me almost wanted that dream. Which is fucking screwed up. I mean you can't possibly enjoy a dream about someone getting murdered! Can't you? Can you?

My arms trembled and I scowled viciously. I was so weak, why did I put myself through this? Why didn't I just take my dad's advice, after all parents know best.

But do they really…

With that thought, I stood sharply. Biting my tongue in annoyance as my head went dizzy at the sudden change. I didn't need to tell dad, he had enough on his plate as it was and I'll just ignore that dream. It was simple.

Although, for some reason, I still hesitated at the base of the stairs as I threw a glance at the closed door, gulping. Maybe I wasn't as certain as I made myself out to be. Maybe I did want to tell dad about this. Maybe I wanted to beg him for an answer. Just maybe… I wanted someone to look at me and not at her!

What? No! I shook my head violently, hair covering my face. My lips twitched into a disgusted smirk, I was terrible with that selfishness.

I stalked up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door behind me.

The night breeze swirled through the open windows, ruffling the pages of the file case on the desk. Behind the desk sat an imposing woman, her pointed chin settled on folded hands as she watched her two employers squirm. Her pink eyes narrowed as one of the girls picked up the file to read through again.

"Angela…" the other one began, playing with a blonde pigtail, "You can't ask us to do this! It's to advanced and we don't even have a third member,"

"Really, but isn't the best way to get better to take on more advanced jobs? And being an incomplete team has never stopped either of you before," Angela mused pointed, lifted her head, "I expect you to begin on the job tomorrow. Mr Hiraki has already given his consent, there's nothing stopping you."

The girls shared a weary look before turning back to their boss. With a sigh, the one holding the folder nodded.

"We'll take the job, but if we require extra help we expect it to be given!" she narrowed dark eyes; her serious face contrasting with her teammate's panicked one.

"Thank you," Angela grinned, pushing magenta hair behind her shoulder.

This is a completely random story fuuu~ Maybe I should stop listening to the 'Nightcored Let The Bodies Hit The Floor'? Meh I like it to much^^ If you're wondering yes this is going to contain a lot of gore in it, kinda a release from Eisoptrophobia cause that only has tiny bits in it really^^

Tiny chapter :( But setting the scene ya know, hopefully the next will be longer and you'll get to hear some names haha~ Funny how Angela is introduced and she's just a bit character (at the moment). Hope you liked.

Have any questions feel free to ask... That also means to leave a review^^

Don't let the Hate Consume,

Chaos