Russian Roulette
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G through L › Halloween (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,603
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Halloween or make any money from this story
Five
Ailsa had a knife in her hand before she knew it. She leapt across the room and aimed it at the other woman’s neck. But, a pair of strong arms went around her waist. She found herself being pulled back and into a strong chest. It hurt a little and as the knife fell from her hand, it cut her palm.
“Let me go, let me go!” she howled.
“Please don’t hurt me!” the girl wailed.
“Save it bitch!”
Michael put his hand over her mouth, pressing it over her mouth and nose. For a few long moments, she couldn’t breathe. The fear was soon replaced by indignation. How dare he do this? How could he defend the little bitch? They were a team. And this little slut wasn’t like them. Michael was hers. They were Mickey and Mallory Knox, only with a stronger bloodlust. He pressed until she was struggling and gasping. Then he let her go, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ailsa asked as she rubbed her throat.
“Emma Keyes.”
In a quick moment of clarity, Ailsa knew who she was. She had to kill her now. But more had to be done. She was going to tear her limb from limb, cut out her heart, and burn her with cigarette until she begged to die. Then she would send the biggest pieces to her father. Then he would feel her pain. Maybe he would even kill himself so she wouldn’t have to do for him. Frustrated, Ailsa punched the wall. It didn’t break, but the pain bounced up and down her arm. She glared at them and went up to her room. The cunt would pay. She had been battling that type her whole life. The pretty girls who coasted through life on their looks while Ailsa fought tooth and nail to survive. She slammed the door and sat on her bed.
“He’ll realize his mistake.”
Ailsa jumped. Deborah Myers stood in her room, by the mirror. “That piece of fluff won’t hold his attention for much longer. She will go away quickly.”
“No. I am going to kill her. I will burn her, cut her, skin. I want her to beg me to die and then I will grant the bitch her wish. That will be my only kindness.”
“Yes. That kind takes everything from us. Our men, our jobs. Everything. You should make her pay.” Deborah went over to her and stroked her hair. Ailsa felt peace all of a sudden.
“He’s everything to me,” she whispered. “Why does she want him?”
“Because that type always take what we love the most. But don’t kill her just yet. Wait. Then it will much better because she thought she was safe.
Downstairs, Emma was finishing making the pancakes. She set the plate in front of Michael. “Here you go.” The she sat down in front of him. “Are you okay? Did that woman upset you?” He shook his head and she took a sip of her coffee. “Who is she? You sister? Your girlfriend?” He shook his head. She looked up at him. “Then who is she?”
Michael just shook his head again.
“She’s no one?”
A nod. That didn’t make any sense. Then why did she react so strongly? He wasn’t going to tell her. So she would have to find out herself.
“Let me go, let me go!” she howled.
“Please don’t hurt me!” the girl wailed.
“Save it bitch!”
Michael put his hand over her mouth, pressing it over her mouth and nose. For a few long moments, she couldn’t breathe. The fear was soon replaced by indignation. How dare he do this? How could he defend the little bitch? They were a team. And this little slut wasn’t like them. Michael was hers. They were Mickey and Mallory Knox, only with a stronger bloodlust. He pressed until she was struggling and gasping. Then he let her go, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ailsa asked as she rubbed her throat.
“Emma Keyes.”
In a quick moment of clarity, Ailsa knew who she was. She had to kill her now. But more had to be done. She was going to tear her limb from limb, cut out her heart, and burn her with cigarette until she begged to die. Then she would send the biggest pieces to her father. Then he would feel her pain. Maybe he would even kill himself so she wouldn’t have to do for him. Frustrated, Ailsa punched the wall. It didn’t break, but the pain bounced up and down her arm. She glared at them and went up to her room. The cunt would pay. She had been battling that type her whole life. The pretty girls who coasted through life on their looks while Ailsa fought tooth and nail to survive. She slammed the door and sat on her bed.
“He’ll realize his mistake.”
Ailsa jumped. Deborah Myers stood in her room, by the mirror. “That piece of fluff won’t hold his attention for much longer. She will go away quickly.”
“No. I am going to kill her. I will burn her, cut her, skin. I want her to beg me to die and then I will grant the bitch her wish. That will be my only kindness.”
“Yes. That kind takes everything from us. Our men, our jobs. Everything. You should make her pay.” Deborah went over to her and stroked her hair. Ailsa felt peace all of a sudden.
“He’s everything to me,” she whispered. “Why does she want him?”
“Because that type always take what we love the most. But don’t kill her just yet. Wait. Then it will much better because she thought she was safe.
Downstairs, Emma was finishing making the pancakes. She set the plate in front of Michael. “Here you go.” The she sat down in front of him. “Are you okay? Did that woman upset you?” He shook his head and she took a sip of her coffee. “Who is she? You sister? Your girlfriend?” He shook his head. She looked up at him. “Then who is she?”
Michael just shook his head again.
“She’s no one?”
A nod. That didn’t make any sense. Then why did she react so strongly? He wasn’t going to tell her. So she would have to find out herself.