The Nameless Ones

Okay, first things first, This is my first fanfic, and I do not know if it will be good yet. I have an idea of wht the entire story will be about, but I do not have much of it writen right now, so, this is it. \\ All of these chars are based on my friends and myself.

ON WITH THE SHOW!!

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The Nameless Ones

Chapter One

Aldrea


As I lie on the ground, my blood slowly draining from my body, I remember how it all started, how it all came to be my end. I remember the day like it was yesterday, my best friend and me looking and watching for people.
He sat across from me, searching the crowd of passing people behind him for something only he knew of. His silhouette made his head look like an odd shaped mushroom because of his hair. He did not look strong, in fact, he looked pretty weak. But I knew that in his mushroom shaped head, he was smart, not very smart, but smart enough. I watched him, tired of his unusual selectiveness by now. “Why do you take so long to find someone?” I asked him quietly. I already knew his answer, but asking him showed him I was dangerously bored again. I did not even want to wait to find someone anymore, just to kill the first person I saw, or even Andrew. He turned halfway to me, but kept his eyes on the line of people that were passing the small café on the corner that we were at.
He did not say anything, he just remained silent, so I continued, “If I had taken one of the other guys, it would have taken about ten minutes to find what him, the other guys, and me all wanted, but instead, I chose you, the one who always takes at least thirty minutes to find someone.”
“It has not taken thirty minutes, Forrest, and you know it.”, he finally answered me. I looked down at my watch, which read five forty-eight.
“It has almost been an hour, Andrew.” He turned back to the passing line of people, ignoring me. “Just wait a…” he froze completely and small goose bumps rose on his flesh. I drank the rest of my coffee, then set the cup down noiselessly then pulled out six dollars and set that beside the coffee cup, I then stood up.
“It’s about time you found it.” I said sto stood after me, and then walks off of the patio of the café toward a woman. She was not particularly attractive, although she did not look bad. She looked about twenty to twenty-five, thin, but not skeletally so, long auburn red hair up in a bun. She wore a black business suit and a small tan jacket over that, she had red lipstick on, but a little to much blush. I leaned on the café wall, watching Andrew do what he always did when he found what he was looking for. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, and kissed her deeply, placing one hand on her neck. She fought back for a second, and screamed at the small needle going into her neck, but it sounded like a moan if someone who did not know about it heard it, and then she wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. It was growing monotonous; the way Andrew always did it in the same way. No one really knew about the sedative that Andrew, and my small group of friends, always injected a small amount of sedative into the jugular vein with a small needle on the tip of their thumb, not enough to make them fall asleep immediately, just enough to make them seem drunk due to the sedative and then slowly ease into sleep. He walked back to me, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, and both of her arms wrapped around his. She was giggling hysterically; it was strange how the sedative always affected people in different ways. I was angered by his stupidity in doing it without even trying to get her into an alleyway, but sometimes it can not be helped, so I let it go.
“Are you ready to go yet, Andrew?” I asked quietly.
“What, you’re not going to get one to?” He asked, almost in a whisper. I shrugged, and then walked into the crowd slowly and surprisingly silent. I found three women, and sedated all of them, injecting them before they even knew what hit them. It was comical, to see a single man walking down the street in a black trench coat and with jet black hair and chains all over him, with three women hanging on him. One a gothic chick with electric blue hair and black lipstick and nail polish, wearing nothing but black clothes, along with a brunette business woman, and a blonde woman who did not look like she really did anything. Each one was attractive, well endowed, and, if the business woman’s clothes were changed, she would be good enough, both of the others were already perfect though.. I walked back to Andrew.
“There, Pogo, Lyle, and Ben should be happy now.” I said quietly.
“You did not get one for yourself?”
“No, but I may come back later, when it is more dark. Let’s go.” I began to walk back to my light blue van. It looked a little old, but we needed the room and we did not want to attract any attention to ourselves. We moved all of the women into the back of the van, by now, the first one was almost asleep, and the other three would soon follow. Andrew got into the passenger seat, and I got in the drivers seat. I cranked the van, and pulled out of the parking spot.
“What do you always wait for?” I asked Andrew, talking louder now, since there was no more reason to whisper or talk quietly.
“I wait for a vibe.” He answered. I looked at him, and then smacked him in the back of the head.
“A vibe? The reason you wait for more than an hour, is a vibe?” He sat quietly, deciding not to answer as I drove to the docks. I always wondered why the bad guys of movies and books usually chose docks for a hide out, and I found out why over spending my time at some. They make great places to kill people. That is the big secret to them. Kill someone, then throw them into the water to let the fish have, unless you destroyed every part of the body, then the docks are good because there is not that many people going around them. Docks are easy to escape from to, just hide in a boat until it pulls away, and then kill every unneeded person there. It was almost flawless. Almost, but not quite, as I would later find out.
I continued to drive to a warehouse type building that was in actuality, the home for my group of friends. I pulled up to the large doors of the warehouse and pushed the horn of the van, causing a surprisingly loud honk. The horn had to be loud to be heard through the almost sound proof walls of the building. The large double doors opened so the van could get through. I drove in and put it in park, then got out to see all of my friends as Nathan and Ben pushed the doors close and then dead-bolted them and put a pad lock on them. “Hello, Pogo, Lyle, Ben, Nathan, and Perdue.” I turned my attention back to the van doors and swung them open to reveal the four slumbering women. I quickly grabbed the women’s purses and wallets for my own. “I brought the party favors for Pogo, Lyle, and Ben. As for Nathan and Perdue, you two can get your own now, or I can get them for you later tonight.”
“What about the other one?” Perdue asked.
Andrew walked into the van andbbedbbed the first business woman. “She’s mine.” He said quickly. He picked her up, bridal style, and then walked to his room quickly.
Everyone already knew what he did to the women in there. First, he would chain her to the wall, then wait until they woke up, then he would try to get her to calm down explain thing to her, and then try to get her have sex with him she she did not agree, he would rape her and then torture her a bit, and later, he would kill her. If she did agree, he would have his way with her and then kill her, skipping the torture. Like I said, his ways were monotonous and boring, but then again, I could not really say much since I and, well, just about everyone else in the warehouse did about the same thing, only most of the other just raped the women, tortured them, and then killed them. Who cared if they wanted to do it or not, we stole them fair and square.
Pogo picked up the goth chick carefully and gently, Lyle grabbed the business woman, and Ben grabbed the blonde and then they each went into their own separate rooms. I closed the van doors and then walked to a couch and turned on the T.V.,I turned it off after looking at the first channel for a few seconds, yet another news report about the sudden upraise of missing people reports. I turned to Nathan. “Did anything happen while we were gone?”
Nathan turned to me. “No, nothing happened. It was boring.” I sighed, then tossed him the remote and stood. I walked to a dark part of the warehouse and opened the door to my room. It was one of the larger rooms of the warehouse. Filled with torture devices, my futon bed with small burns all over it, my desk and a few other odds and ends of mine. There was a small chute with a large metal body to my side that was actually bought off of a cemetery when they replaced it with a newer version. Cremation was my preferred way of getting rid of bodies; nothing was ever left of them besides ash. I drug my left hand on the wall as I passed the hanging chains that were used on my last victim. Then I slowly walked by the torture devices, sliding a finger on the bladed ones to make sure they were sharp, or in some cases, dull. I put the purses down by my desk to go through later.
I made my way to my futon and lied down. I reached over to a desk and opened it, then pulled out a small black book with carved in words lined with silver pen. I opened it to reveal pictures and writing of a few of my friends from high school. After looking through the pages a minute, knowing I should feel sad, but not really feeling anything, a gift in my eyes, a curse in most others. I moved to my desk and opened my laptop. It was a nice laptop, a little out-dated now, but it was still good. I made a log of the time it took, how many people we got, what sex and age, which I got from their licenses from their purses, and for whom. I saved it, and then went back to lying on my futon. I turned on the T.V. in my room, and changed it to some cartoon station. It was ironic to me, a kidnapping killer who still watched cartoon, but, then again, no one in this warehouse could be considered to be normal by most people’s standards. Pogo, Andrew, and myself all went insane at at least one point and Pogo and I still were. Ben, Lyle, Nathan, and Perdue were all just potheads or alcoholics. They rarely did anything stronger than pot now though. Lyle and Nathan were the major alcohol consumers though. We were the people that would rarely receive an odd look in a city like this, where no one really paid any attention to anyone. When we were all teenagers, we were the people who sat in the back, seeming to be doing nothing, but really plotting everyone’s utter demise. We were the teens that everyone else made fun of, but we did not really care, or at least, I never cared after I lost my emotions, or before then.
After a few hours of watching T.V., I looked at the clock and realized it was time to go and find someone for Nathan, Perdue, and myself. I stood and walked to both of their rooms and knocked on the doors. They opened their doors and followed me to the van, not saying a word; they opened the double doors, and then got in the passenger door and the side door and got in. I cranked the van again and pulled out of the double doors. Andrew closed the doors and locked them as we made our way to the heart of the city. They began loading their thumb syringes with the sedative and then loaded mine as well. I pulled into a parking spot and then opened the van door and walked out, followed by Perdue and Nathan. We all separated and began to search solo, each armed with two thumb syringes, a tazer, and a walkie-talkie. We only used the walkie-talkies in case of an emergency, otherwise it may make people notice us for something unneeded.
I saw a very attractive woman, about ty, iy, if that old. Beautiful raven black hair and well endowed. She had black lipstick on, black nail polish, pale base, and black eyeliner with a hint of purple eye shadow. I had the needle of the syringe in her neck before I even knew what was going on, so I quickly kissed her deeply in case she felt the urge to scream in surprise mixed with slight pain. I took the needle out and walked her back to the van before she feel asleep, under the control of the sedative. I opened the sliding door and set her on a seat. I closed the door and turned around in time to see Perdue walk to the van as well, holding a green haired woman, and a guy who apparently got in Perdue’s way. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Nathan was not walking far behind Perdue, holding a brunette beauty. I opened the van doors and let Perdue get the guy and woman in first, then let Nathan get his woman in. Perdue got in the back, and Nathan got in the passengers seat. I walked around to the other side and got in and turned the ignition.
We drove back to the docks and the warehouse, where Ben opened the doors this time. We drove in and opened the doors so the new arrivals could get out. I went in to get mine first, since I had to collect the wallets and purses again anyway. I jumped out with three purses, a wallet, and the woman I got and began walking to my room again. I set the woman down on my futon after unlocking my door and going in, then I set the wallet and purses beside my desk with the other purses of today and the days before. I pulled two straps on my wall and bed fell from the wall. I set the support beams and the chains so it would not fall and so that it could support a good amount of weight. I picked the woman up again and set her on the wall bed, then grabbed the shackles on the sides and put a shackle on both of her wrists and on both of her ankles. The shackle chains had enough slack on them to allow her to sit with her feet hanging off the edge and her hands in her lap with comfort, or, as much comfort as one can have while shackled to a bed. She was not with in reaching room of anything in the room though. I opened my laptop again and began putting in her age, nineteen, her name, Aldrea, her gender, her address, and everything else. Then I began on Perdue’s man and woman, who were newly married to each other, and then Nathan’s woman.
I began looking through Aldrea’s purse as I waited for its owner to awaken. The purse was jet black and sleek with a cold metal trim on the top of it. I poured it out onto a table that I had added a lining to for keeping things from rolling off. I searched through it, finding lipstick, base, nail polish, a small address book, a few business cards from someone else, and the usual clutter found at the om oom of purses. I sighed as I found nothing of any real interest. I put the make-up in the desk, along with the credit cards, licenses, cash, and anything else that sparked even a slight amount of interest to me, and then cleaned off the table and began the process anew, not really knowing what I was looking for. After about twelve more purses, I was done and laid back on the futon again, not bothering to clean off the table this time. I looked over to Aldrea and noticed an eye quickly close. I smirked.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked her quietly. She seemed to be asleep. I sighed, I could have imagined it, but just to make sure, I walked over to the bed she was shackled to. “Your life is in my hands you know. I could kill you righw, ow, or slowly torture you until you died of starvation or dehydration, or I could let you live.” I spoke to her, barely above a whisper.
Her eyes opened. ”let me live only to kill me later?” She snapped.
“Well, yeah.” I said back. “But anything could sound bad if you put it that way, but anyway, at least you are not the only person who will die, you know, and I am nice about death. If you do not make me mad at all, you die painlessly, like you’re going to sleep, but if you make me mad, I torture you and kill you slowly.”
“Wow, I feel better about it now, thanks.” She said, abusing sarcasm.
“Well, Aldrea, it is better to be stuck with me than with my friends.” I said, beginning to get interested in her, liking how feisty she was, but not showing it.
“Really and why is that?” She seemed borderline on intrigue and sarcasm.
I went back to my futon and sat down. “Because they would be raping you, then torturing you, then killing you.” She seemed shocked about how casually I said this. “What?” I asked her.
“And you are not going to rape, torture, and kill me?”
“If you are a goottlettle girl.”
“Well, just sign me up.” She said, again, abusing sarcasm. I laughed slightly.
“You do not have a choice in the matter. Oh, and do not bother with screaming, no one will hear you and you will just make my friends and me want to torture you and throw your body in the cremation thing.”
“The cremation thing? I thought it was called a ‘cremator’.” she said. I glared at her.
“….shut up. You have been watching the news in the last few months’ right?” I asked her.
“Yeah, why?” She seemed confused.
“Then you have heard of ‘The Nameless Ones’, a supposed group of people who kidnap en mass, right? Single-handedly tripling the rate of kidnapping in the city?” I asked. “The bodies have never been found?”
“Um, yeah, their still loose in the city, but what does that have to…” She was beginning to catch on to what I was getting at. “You are a member of ‘The Nameless Ones’?”
“No, I am the creator of ‘The Nameless Ones’. I organized the entire group of them. Sweet dream.” I smirked as I turned off the lights and fell on top of the blanket of the comforter. Aldrea remained oddly silent after that. I watched her outline which was slowly getting clearer in the darkness, even against the black and grey walls.
After a few hours, I stood up, unable to sleep, as usual. I opened the door silently and walked out into the warehouse version of a living room. Pogo, Ben, Nathan and Andrew were all sitting there, spread out on the couches, watching T.V. I walked to the one Pogo and Ben were both on and sat down. “Hello Pogo, Ben.”
Pogo looked to me. “Hello Forrest.” Ben remained silent, caught up in something on the TVs screen, which was unusual for Ben. I turned to the TV and began watching. It was a DVD about a punk who was trying to make it in life full of stupid hicks, preps, posers, druggies, hippies, drug seller, and nazis. It was a good movie, until the end, where the guy’s friend dies. I could understand why Ben liked it so much. It was four fifty-seven in the mornihen hen I looked at the clock. At about six, right before the sun was going to come up, we all decided to go to bed. The rising of the sun was a hated thing in the warehouse. The sun was annoying to us all. So bright and glowing, it deserved to be slept through.
After a few hours of sleep, I awoke to the sounds of chains clicking. “It’s no use trying to escape.” I said before even opening my eyes. I opened them and to my amazement, she was not trying to escape.
“I was sitting up. It’s boring to not have anything to do.” Since she was being good, I tossed her the remote and left the room in search of food. I went into another room that was meant to look like a kitchen and began looking for a box of cereal. I found one and poured it in a bowl, not paying attention to what it was. I ate it dry, then drank a glass of milk and ate a packet of oatmeal dry. I grabbed another bowl of cereal and poured milk into it, grabbed a spoon, then began walking to my room again, forgetting about the empty bowl, glass, and packet I left behind on the table. I opened my door and walked in. I set the bowl and spoon on the mattress and then walked back to my futon. Aldrea was channel surfing to find something of interest.
“Nothing’s on.” She snapped, and then she looked at the cereal and began eating cautiously, but soon ate fast.
“What did you expect of daytime television?” I asked her.
“Something better than talk shows and soap operas.” She said.
“Yeah, well, now you know why I sleep during the day.” I said.
“I thought you went to sleep last night.” She put down the spoon.
“No, I went into the living room and watched a few movies.” She began eating again, deciding not to go further. A faint scream was heard from another room, causing Aldrea to jump and almost drop the cereal. I looked at my watch.
“What the hell was that?” Aldrea asked, worry was in her voice.
“That was the ever monotonous Andrew, going about with his torture. She must not have agreed with him.” I stated matter-of-factly.
“You mean all of the nameless ones are in this house?” She seemed almost scared, having heard of their reputation. I gave a slight laugh.
“Yep. All seven of us live here, me included.” She grew paler. ”You do not need to worry so much. They go about their business and leave each other alone most of the time. So you may not even meet the others.” Just then, someone knocked on the door, I stood and unlocked it, then walked back to my bed. “Then again, I could be wrong.” I said to Aldrea, and then called to the person on the other side of the door. ”Come in.” Pogo entered the room.
“Hello Forrest.” Pogo said, before tuning to Aldrea. “Holy shit she still has clothes on.” He gave a small laugh. He stopped laughing and started talking seriously. “If you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”
“No, Pogo. I will keep her. How do you like yours anyway?” I asked.
“I like her. Yode ade a good choice, thanks.” He gave me a hug, which I returned.
“Think nothing of it Pogo.” I said. Aldrea looked to Pogo, then to me.
“What kind of name is Pogo?” She asked.
Pogo looked to her, then took her hand gently and licked it. “It’s a nickname. My real name is Josh. What, pray tell, is yours?”
“Um…my name is Aldrea.” She attempted to pull her hand back from Pogo after he had licked it. Pogo let her go.
“Is there anything else Pogo, or is that all that you came in for?” I asked him.
“Nope, nothing I can think of. Oh, I might go out sometime today or tonight.” He said.
“Okay, sure.” I said.
“Alright.” He walked out of the room and locked then closed the door. Aldrea watched him go; not really liking that he licked her hand. I turned back to her.
“Want anything?” I asked her.
“Well, my freedom would be nice, but since I can not have that, I do not know.” She said, not really putting any emotion to it.
“You are taking being kidnapped surprisingly well. You have been stolen before, haven’t you?” I asked, almost jokingly. Playing with a victim was always fun for me. You get them to think that you are a friend, and then cause them emotional pain, which was far worse than any practical torture I could do. Practical torture only harmed them physically, they would almost always be able to heal, if I had not always killed them, but emotional torture got them deep in their soul, which was harder to heal than skin and bone. That may have been the reason why I lost all of my emotions when I was fifteen. The November of two thousand three. A small voice in the back of my mind told me what I should feel, and so, I looked like I felt that way, and it almost always worked. I felt indifferent to almost everyone. I did have a liking of Andrew, Ben, Lyle, Nathan, Pogo, and Perdue, but I could not really love anyone. Love was an emotion, and I lost all of those. I could dislike and like, those were preferences, not emotions. I disliked most of all mankind; I liked my small grouping of friends, simple, right?
She looked at me. “No, I have never been stolen before,” I stood up and walked to her, then kissed her deeply. She pushed me back, as I expected. “What are yoingoing?” She asked me.
“You seem to forget that I stole you, therefore, I own you until I say so. I can order you to do things, so if you do not do them, I can torture you at my wishing. I would have already tortured you by now, as I know all of the others have, but I am a little more refined than most of them at some points.” I stated. She looked at me, bewildered by what I just said. She slowly came to the realization of what it meant.
“Wait, wait, wait, you own me? I am not owned by anyone.” She held her hands up, trying to block an inexistent attack.
I smirked at her feistiness. “You do not fully understand what is going on, do you? You have an unrealistic view of what is happening. You think that I kidnapped you for money or something? No, I did it because I was bored. I am not usually so nice to people who just decide to have things their way, or no way. I could kill you without a second though, but do I? After how efuleful you have been and all of the sarcasm, do I kill, or even torture you? This is as nice as I will get for someone.” She blinked a few times as I finished, apparently surprised by my little speech.
“Umm, thank you?” She said, not really sure if she should thank me, or tell me she was sorry. I smirked slightly as I watched her.
“Your welcome.” I told her happily. She held a quizzical look for a moment before shaking it off and returning to channel surfing. I stood up and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” She asked, turning her attention back to me. I stopped in mid step.
“Why do you ask? What does it matter to you?” I looked to her again now, playing angry out of boredom. I talked to her coldly, almost a seething anger in my voice. Her body grew ridged quickly, almost giving a slight shudder.
“N-never mind….ass.” She said, almost a whisper. I walked to the edge of her bed, grabbed her left breast violently, and kissed her deeply. I grabbed the cloth of her shirt and ripped it off, leaving it in shreds, barely any of it left on her. She tried to fight back as I did this, but it was futile, I kissed her for what seemed like an eternity. I eventually awakened from this trance of her, and then stopped kissing her, which when against every voice in my head, then I went to the wall with the torture devices on it and grabbed a sharp knife. “What are you planning to do?!” She yelled. I do not know if my sexual frustration finally came out, or if I was bored, or, perhaps it was both at the same time, I do not know, not even to this very day, but I put the knife to her chest and slide it up, slicing the bra with ease, since I did not feel like bothering with the straps, plus, the knife scared them more. The knife slide about two millimeters into her skin, causing her to squirm too much, but then again, I liked it when they squirmed. I licked the blood the slowly seeped from the wound; I have always liked the taste and color of blood. She stayed oddly silent as I made her change from panic, to pain, to panic, to what may have been pleasure, but I do not know if it was or not. I looked up to her face; she was still grimacing in pain. I gave one last lick to her wound, and then kissed her deeply, plunging my tongue, which was still covered in her blood, into her mouth. She licked my tongue cautiously, but I do not blame her for being cautious, I would be to. I pulled her bra all of the way off, and began slowly massaging her breast, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
Then, of all the sounds I could have heard, I heard knocks on my door. I ignored them, but they continued knocking on the door, so I turned to the door. “What the fuck do you fucking want, dammit?” I quickly walked to the door and tried to fling it open, then realized it was still locked.
“I was bored.” I heard Andrew say. I unlocked the door and opened it slower than I tried to earlier.
“You’re bored because you are so monotonous, dammit.” I told him. I heard the clicking of chains as Aldrea moved. I realized I still had the knife in my hand, and I concentrated on Andrew’s neck. Andrew watched as my knuckles on my hand holding the knife turned paler.
“Umm, I guess I will go now then.” Andrew said, slightly hesitant. He quickly left the doorway and slide back into his room.
“Good idea.” I whispered to myself, before turning back to Aldrea, who was huddled up on the far corner of her small bed. I ld and and closed the door. I sighed and walked to her bed and sat down. “What’s wrong?”
She looked at me angrily. “Like you don’t already fucking know?!” I looked at her huddled, half naked form and then stood. I walked to my closet and after a few seconds, I tossed her a small black tank top. I always keep women’s clothes in case I do something like I had just done. I then walked out of the room, not bothering to say anything. I slammed the door and walked past Ben’s room. I could hear the man from earlier screaming in pain. I knocked on his door.
“What do you want?” I heard Ben over the man’s screams.
“I want to help you kill him.” I said calmly, loving the thought of finally sliding the knife through another throat again. I heard Ben open the door and I slide inside. I do not know why I slide through doorways most of the time. It is confusing to me, but then again, many things are, not because I am stupid or anything, but because I think to far into things, like vegetables…what is the deal with vegetables…anyway, back to my story. I looked at the man being suspended from the ceiling by the skin on his back. Bloody lines were carved into his flesh. The pitiful man looked at me.
“Help me, please, help me?” He asked, agony evident in his eyes. A thin line of blood slid down his face. I looked down to the floor underneath him, where a small pool of blood laid. I dipped my finger in the blood, and licked it, then spit it out in disgust.
“You take a bunch or iron, don’t you?” I asked him coldly. He looked confused, and then nodded slowly. I grabbed one of his arms and jerked it down quickly and forcefully, causing him to scream as the hooks in his back tore through his skin more. More blood began to fall to the ground in thick drops. The man was in to much pain to speak, although he gasped for air in his pain. I looked to Ben, who gave me a slight nod. Now, as you can probably tell, I do not like blood that has much iron in it, it has too much of a coppery taste. And so, I kill the people who take iron pills, since there is no point in keeping them around. I grabbed a knife and quickly plunged the blade into the man’s stomach. His eyes grew wide and the pupils dilated. He gave a hoarse scream, since he was in the middle of a gasp when I did it. I quickly pulled up on the handle of the blade, causing his stomach to rip open and his intestines to fall to the ground. Ben looked at the intestines and his eyes widened.
“Dammit Forrest. You have to clean that up. I had this moderately clean of most body fluid. DAMMIT.” I ignored Ben and began to slice the man’s cheeks, making it look like he was crying blood. I pulled the knife away, and with a slice that not even I could really see, I slit the man’s throat. All of this took about ten minutes, if that. I grabbed the man’s shoulders and pulled him down, off of the hooks, ripping his flesh. He did not make a sound since he was already dead. He fell to the ground, landing on his intestines and making a strange sound. I tossed Ben the knife and walked out of the room. I closed the door and walked into the kitchen, finding Nathan, Pogo, Andrew, and a cat. I grabbed the cat gently, holding it to my chest with one arm, and scratching it behind its ear with the other. I have always liked cats. I put the cat back down after a few minutes and began looking for food. I turned to Pogo with a smirk on my face.
“Hey, Pogo, wanna do something really stupid later tonight?” I asked him as I grabbed a can of tuna and a head of lettuce.
“Like what?” Pogo asked, a singlrandrand of purple hair falling down in his eyes.
“How about…steal a few zoo animals? Possibly a lion, or tiger, and whatever you want.” He smirked, and then Andrew and Nathan asked to go to. I have no idea how stupid plans are born, but if we got caught, we would have a lot more to face than a few years in jail, especially if the police searched the warehouse, which I doubted, but it was always a possibility. But then again, sometimes the risk is worth it.
“Okay then, everyone get packed for the trip. Pack light, wear black, and carry enough tranquilizer for whatever you want. We leave tonight at….oh…three?” everyone agreed and I walked out of the room, leaving the lettuce and the tuna untouched, but carrying the cat again. I unlocked my door and found Aldrea still half naked and with the tank top on her lap. I laughed slightly. “Oh yeah, it’s sort of hard to put on a top when your arms are strapped to something, isn’t it?” I said. She gave me a hateful glare.
“Shut the fuck up.” She said, spitefully. I smirked.
“I am going to get you a little friend to play with tonight. Until then, you can play with the cat.” I handed her the cat, then unlocked one of the chains, and slipped a arm through tanktank top, then locked it back and did the same to the other arm. I grabbed a small gun, and a belt that had tranquilizer darts on the side. I put the belt over my arm and walked out of the door as Aldrea petted the cat. As I walked to the van, I looked at the clocks on the wall. There were about ten of them, and to this very day, I do not know who came up with the idea of putting them there, but right now I saw that it was about twelve forty eight, according to a rityrity of the clocks. I put the belt and gun in the van, then climbed a ladder to the rafters of the warehouse, and then continued to the ceiling and opened a small door to the outside of the roof. I looked around and saw Pogo sitting on the edge, looking over the water and docks. I walked over to him and sat down beside him. “Hey.”
“Hello.”
“We still have a couple of hours to go before we leave.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, unless you and the others want to leave early.”
“Sure, why not? Let’s go.”He said, standing up. I grabbed my cell phone and called Nathan and Andrew, telling them to get to the van, and then I followed Pogo down to the ground level of the warehouse. When I came down the ladder, I saw Ben sitting in the back of the van instead of Andrew. I entered the van, sitting in the driver’s seat, followed by Pogo wat iat in the front passenger’s seat. I turned to Ben.
“Hey, where’s Andrew?” Ben turned to me as I asked him, his mohawk brushing the ceiling even though he was hunched over.
“Oh, he decided it was pretty pointless to steal animals, so he decided to stay and kill his ‘pet’.” He said it calmly, adding a bit of emotion to the last word, and then laughing slightly. Ben was the only one of us that refused to kill his women, so one of the others usually had to do it. Ben was a saint among sinners, compared to the rest of us anyway. Personally, I had qualms with killing the women to, at first, but I quickly got used to it. I had no problem killing the men though; I did it with ease and grace that can not be taught. Even a person that expects to kill a person usually feels nauseas, and makes a good number of mistakes, but I did not care, not for the men at least, they deserved it. As Ben had once put it, while teaching someone about sex, using a broom and a stack of napkins, he stated that men were nothing but jackasses and bastards, and I agreed with him, because, lets face it, we, being men, are nothing but worthless jackasses and bastards who deserve to die. I put the key in the ignition, and started the van. I pulled out of the warehouse, and went on our merry way.




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Sorry about the whole odd cut off, but I did not write anymore of it right now.
Also, the story is copyrighted, so do not copy it without my permission.
I will add more of it soon, but I am currently grounded from the internet.


Also, please review, even if it is just to flame, I need to know what to correct and what to leave the same..