You're Cute When You Scream

*Normal POV*

I closed the door to my apartment and slid down the wall next to it until I hit the floor. Tonight was such an unexpectedly good night, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. “Wow, someone had a fun night,” Pablo said, walking out of the kitchen holding a bowl of cookie dough. Yes, his secret hobby is baking, which is very convenient because I am a cookie monster.

“Yep, ‘twas an amazing night – I met this new guy who has a bunch of the same classes with me and then he visited me at work, and it was just fantastic!” I said, scooping out some cookie dough with my finger.

“That’s good to hear. Oh, before I forget, Chris said he wanted to ask you something…he’s in his room last time I checked.”

I grabbed one more scoop of dough and went down the unusually dark hall toward Chris’s room. The door was already slightly open, so I walked inside. Some Marilyn Manson song was playing on the stereo, which I found odd considering Randi and I are the only MM fans in this house. As a matter of fact, the other three are actually afraid of him…so why would Chris be listening to that? “Chris?” I asked as I took a step further into the room.

The only light source in this room was coming from a small lamp in the corner, and the light bulb was kind of dark red, so it didn’t exactly give off a whole bunch of light. By now I had stepped far enough into the room that I was standing in the center of the room. I couldn’t help but start to sing along as “Coma White” started playing…even though I was a little freaked out that he stole my CDs and was listening to them.

I heard a floorboard creak behind me. Oh, this is funny. I bet Chris is trying to scare me or something. “This isn’t very funny, Chris. We both know you can’t scare me,” I laughed turning around to face him…only it was Chris I was facing. It was Synyster fucking Gates.

Fear immediately crept over my body and I felt a scream crawl up from out of my lungs, but it never came out. He smirked as he quickly wrapped his hand around me and covered my mouth while holding me secure in place, despite my attempts to escape. “I’m so glad that you’re happy to see me, Myra. I tried to get to you sooner, but that damn prison I was stuck at was just so much hard work. Obviously, I made it out without a scratch.”

I can’t believe this is happening again…it just can’t be! I promised myself that it wouldn’t happen again, not like that would do a whole bunch of good. Although I may have still had some feelings for him, as I mentioned to Randi, those were not what I was feeling right now.

*Chris’s POV*

Since Myra was gone at work still probably, I decided to take this time to go through her CD collection and see if there was anything good. I was really in the mood for some alt rock, so I decided to grab her The Academy Is… CDs and take them back to my room to burn onto my laptop.

As I was closing her door behind me, I heard her talking to Pablo in the kitchen. He was saying something along the lines of I wanted to talk to Myra in my room. That’s weird, I never said anything like that. By the time I got into the kitchen, Myra was already gone.

“Hey dude, what were you saying to Myra just a second ago?”

Pablo dramatically spun around and practically screamed. “Ah, you scared me! I thought you were some kind of psycho sneaking up on me or something!”

“No, I think that’s my job,” a vaguely familiar voice said from behind us.

Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that my suspicions were confirmed. It was that tall creepy guy from before. Oh shit. “Pablo get the hell out of here!” I shouted, grabbing the nearest sharp object, which just so happened to be a knife.

“B-but what about my cookies, they’ll burn!”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll save the damn cookies, just get out of here NOW!”

After hearing the tone of my voice, he wasted no time leaping toward the door and getting far away. That’s when I realized something…if this dude is in here, then that must mean that some of them are in the other room with Myra. This cannot be good.

“Oh, I like your weapon of choice,” he sneered, “but mine’s better.”

He wiped out this huge knife from behind his back, and I’ll admit…it was bigger than my butter knife. I didn’t let any sign of weakness or fear show, since that would only give him the satisfaction he was looking for. “You know, you should’ve been dead a long time ago. Oh well, it looks like I’m going to have to take care of that right now.”

If he is serious about that, then I’m going to need a better plan than defending myself with a mini knife. Before I could come up with a concrete plan, he started slashing out at me, making direct contact on his first swing. He cut me around my upper arm, and it stung like hell. I got distracted by the thick floods of blood cascading down my arm, and I didn’t even hear him take a step forward.

He grabbed me by my head and didn’t waste anytime slamming me into the wall nearby. I was a little dizzy from the sudden impact, but it didn’t throw me off completely. Even though my knife was smaller, I knew that if I applied enough speed and force, then it could do some damage. I gripped the edge of my knife and without further hesitation, I wiped it out at him and made contact with his face, creating a small, but deep cut on his cheek near his eye actually. He took a step back and let out a gasp of shock.

“You bastard, how dare you harm my perfect face?!” he shouted.

A growl escaped from his mouth as he lunged at me with his knife. I dodged it…or at least that’s what I thought…until I felt that familiar sting of skin breaking apart and unleashing the blood along my rib cage. That cut was much deeper than the first one was, and I had to lean up against the counter for support. Shit, that was deep.

“Hmm it seems that it will be even easier than I imagined to kill you off,” he smirked.

Alright, he’s going in for the kill. Time to do something… I braced myself for the final thrust of the knife. It ended up entering my stomach. The world around me started spinning and I literally felt the knife dig into my skin, just barely avoiding my stomach. Blood and other fluids spewed from my mouth and dribbled down my chin. So is this how it ends? It…can’t…be…

*Normal POV*

A panic attack was surging through my body at this point. I could barely breathe and my head was spinning with all the horrible possibilities of what could happen from this point on. I kept telling myself over and over again that the only way I can survive this is to calm down and somehow fight back. Well let’s see…he’s covering my mouth so I can’t exactly scream for help…or warn the other guys. He’s got a pretty tight grip on my arms so I can’t do much with them. Looks like I’m going to have to do some kicking.

I started moving around a little, and of course he noticed. “Oh, I can tell…you are just so excited to see all the great stuff I have planned for you, right?” I shook my head no, obviously, and proceeded to think of a plan of my own to get the hell out of my own house.

“Well judging by what’s going on in the other room, I’d say it’s about time that we leave…” he said, using his free hand to check his cell phone, apparently he got a text message.

What does he mean about the other room? If they did anything to Chris or Pablo, I swear I will kill them all. I am not going to let this happen again. I kept repeating that sentence to myself and the more I did so, the more confident I felt. I quickly lifted one leg off the ground and sent my foot flying right into his kneecap. He groaned a little from the unexpected pain. It gave me just enough time to escape from his loosened grip and run toward the door.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re fighting back already. I bet this time around will be ten times more fun than the last,” he grinned as he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me away from the door. He was looking toward the glass door near the balcony, where I’m assuming he came in at in the first place.

“Ladies first,” he laughed as he threw me forward by my hair through the glass doors. I cried out as I first felt some hair being ripped from my scalp as he let go of me and then again as I felt glass shards pierce areas all over my entire body. My back hit the hard iron rod railing as soon as I passed through the door. That sent tingling sensations up and down my entire spine.

“Ow, shit,” I groaned. My head was spinning and blood was coming out from all over the place. My shaking hand tried gripped one of the pieces, but even a simple touch sent waves of pain through me. How the hell am I supposed to get these out?!

“Aw I’m sorry babe, did that hurt a little too much? I’ll be a bit more careful next time,” he smirked. He glanced over the balcony and then said something I didn’t really understand, considering he mumbled it…he was probably just talking to himself.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to go,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward.

With each step that I took, my back felt like it was being broken over and over again. We left Chris’s room behind and walked toward the kitchen. I immediately smelled blood…but I could tell if it was my own or someone else’s. I mean, my skin is officially a shade of red pretty much everywhere and I am still bleeding. I can’t stop it because I can’t get the glass out…at this rate I’ll just end up fucking bleeding out until I die.

“Hold on, I need to grab a snack before we leave,” Synyster said, pushing me into the kitchen. That’s when I threw up, right on the kitchen floor.

Chris was bleeding out of his stomach where a knife was still planted. He was just laying there. No breathing. No movement. “CHRIS?!” I shouted, trying to run over to him, but asshole held me in place. “Did you bastards kill him?!” I screamed.

“Well I’d say that’s kinda obvious,” he laughed.

“I’m going to kill you,” I said through gritted teeth.

“I’d like to see you try,” he said shoving me out the door.

If one of us has to die through this, I’m going to make damn sure that it is him.