© Amber Kalkes 2014
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With a small slender hand she pushes open the window open on the ground level of the colonial style home. It’s white with a red door and a dark gray roof. Nice, she thinks but as she knows too well houses were like people, masks for the truth inside. Her movements are fairly quiet as she crosses the barrier from the outside to inside. Her feet are soundless on the tanned carpet.
There is a large mirror across from the window and she catches herself looking at her own reflection. Her body is dressed in a black hoodie zipped up all the way up with the hood pulled tight as so her white rabbit face mask is only showing. Her dark washed jeans are tight against her legs, so no one could a grip or pull, she’s made the mistake of a baggy pair once before which proved to be a mess. Her feet are clad in her black steel-toed boots while her right hand holds a small hatchet in her hand.
At first glance you would think she was a small boy due to her height but that how was how she prefers it to be. When she has her mask on, she isn’t herself anymore; she is Bunny Face, the renowned serial killer of Lincoln Falls. Looking away from her reflection she walks down the hallway leisurely scanning through the interior of the home.
Everything was magazine worthy and clean, nothing like her own upbringing but she doesn’t dwell on the fact too long. She has other things to worry her mind about. When she catches sight of the staircase she makes her way up the carpeted steps, pleased to hear no squeaks. The first bedroom has a drawn nametag on it saying it belonged to a girl named ‘Sarah’ with odd shaped butterflies and messily pedaled flowers.
This is not the room she is looking for.
Next came a room with no nametag but with the tell tale smell of perfumes. Curious she opens the door and sees a teenage girl with blonde curls sleeping in a large canopy bed. The room was all pink and filled with either fluffy or sparkly things. Nothing she would decorate with but then again she doubts this girl would be in a house doing what she was about to do.
Closing the door she keeps walking down the hallway. At the end of the hallway she sees another door. Opening it slowly and quietly she sees a couple sleeping in the bed. The woman is a blonde in a silk nightgown while the man is dressed in a white t-shirt with the covers around his hips. She tilts her head at the sight before closing the door quietly behind her and locking the door. Pulling off the small backpack she’s had on her back she places it on the small bench at the end of their bed before pulling out what she needs.
A syringe, a vial, ropes and duct tape she pulls the syringe out and stabs the needlepoint into the vial. Pulling back enough to probably paralyze a horse she goes to the woman first and sticks the needle into the woman’s well-moisturized neck. The woman scrunches her face up before rubbing the area and turning around in her sleep.
Bunny doesn’t stick the syringe in the man; no she needs him active and participating. Putting the syringe and vial away she grabs the rope and duct tape and gets to work on trying the man up, he is after all her mark. When she sees the woman’ eyes flutter open she can’t help but admire the panic in the woman’s wide green eyed gaze.
She shoves the woman out of the bed making her fall to the floor in a heap. The woman goes to scream but she can’t, Bunny has made sure of that. In fact the woman is practically paralyzed only able to watch as this strange home invader ties up her husband.
For Bunny this is the ultimate power and the thought makes her smirk under her mask.
Perfectly tied up Bunny straddles the man and smacks him hard across the face. He jumps awake and his wide brown eyes settle on the person on his chest before landing on the ice pick in their hand. He goes to yell but Bunny puts duct tape over his mouth muffling them. With one small finger she brings to her mask’s mouth she tells him to be quiet.
His voice is muffled against the duct tape and curious Bunny pulls it back a bit cautiously. The man spits on her mask before hissing at her.
“Who are you and why are you in my house?”
Bunny smiles under her mask and pulls out a small card from her hoodie pocket that reads three words: You were naughty.
“Get out of my house! Take the money or jewelry but get out of my house and leave my family alone!”
Bunny shakes her head and puts the duct tape back over his mouth much to the man’s protests. Using the ice pick she stabs at the fabric of his shirt and rips it in half so she can see his bare chest. It’s hairy she notes and curiously she pokes at his ribs making him muffle some curses at her she chooses to ignore. Taking the ice pick she lets the cold sharp metal skim down his chest and watches as he tenses in fear.
She doesn’t hesitate as she stabs the point into his belly for the first time. His scream is muffled as his arms strain against the tethers she has placed to hold him down. Glancing at the woman on the floor she can see the fear and rage in the woman’s eye but doesn’t respond to it only goes back to what she came here for. Pulling the ice pick back out the man grunts before she repeats the action again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Bunny stops stabbing the man and crawls off his lap. She grabs her hatchet from its place at the end of the bed and closes her hands feeling his blood in between her fingers as she grips it’s handle. When she opens her eyes it’s not the man anymore in the bed, it’s him. This man is no longer a lean athletic blonde with brown eyes anymore. This man is now pudgy with brown long hair and cruel mucky brown eyes with a tattoo on his shoulder.
Gripping the hatchet handle tighter she lays the first swing on his shoulder. The man screams, still muffled, and strains against the ropes as he arches off the bed. His hands are fists and his eyes closed tight. She needs to kill him. She needs to make sure he won’t come back for her. He needs to be taught a lesson.
She pulls back the hatchet head from his flesh making a juicy sound come from his body as blood runs like a river from the wound. This time her swing hits at his neck making him gurgle and his eyes go wide with shock. Bunny looks over at the woman one last time knowing he is dying and sees a fat tear fall from the woman’s green eyes. She tilts her head to the side before throwing the hatchet onto the bed and grabbing her Polaroid camera from her backpack. With a click a large flash brightens the room and Bunny catches the picture as it comes shooting out from the camera. She waves it around as she begins packing up her things again. Before she leaves though she goes into her pocket and pulls out another small card and throws it on top of his body. It reads too words and the initials B.F.
Be good.
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Bunny is now home in the motel room she has rented for the week. She’s not sure how long she’ll stay in Lincoln Falls but from the coverage she’s been getting on the news she thinks it best to move on soon. She’s just in her hoodie and jeans now, her mask tucked away in her backpack while the hatchet has been dismantled and buried along the way home.
Her bloody hands are tucked in her hoodie pockets as she walks towards her assigned room. Pulling out her key she goes inside and locks the door behind her. Flicking on a light the room is illuminated with light making the full sized bed and varied green color scheme visible to her eyes.
She throws her bag into a chair before shucking off her boots and throwing her keys on a table in the corner. Her hands unzip the sweatshirt and lower the hood from her face before she throws it in her laundry duffle by the entrance of the bathroom. She adds the blood-splattered jeans she’s wearing as well before walking into the room to clean herself of the night's activities.
Without the mask she feels naked as she looks at herself. Long flat brown hair, large guileless brown doe eyes and a full mouth with light freckles trailing across her nose. She looks like any other eighteen-year-old girl. It’s her body that tells the story of her life, the scars of her past riddled across her abdomen. Long cuts in slashed across her belly and whipping marks across her back show the damage given to her at the hands of him. The man she seeks to destroy in the faces of others.
She turns on the shower and sits in the belly of the tub in the freezing spray before it begins to heat up. This is her time to get out of the zone she’s been all night. She watches the blood of the man go down the drain in a whirlpool. Her eyes stare at her hands as they become clean again, washing it away like it was never even there.
She likes to think of this as though she is a butterfly reversing its evolution to become a duller caterpillar again, becoming herself again instead of Bunny. That part of her is locked away for now until she gets the itch again. Until she needs to destroy and watch things bleed.
Turning off the spray she exits the bathroom and sees her reflection again. Small, plain and weak she is no longer Bunny Face.
Now she is just Rosemary Matthews.
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So, this is going to be my first full length Horror story and I'm really excited about it :}
I know I kind of slapped you with gore in the beginning but I wanted you guys to see this story was not going to be prettied up. It's gore and horror and as such I don't think it should be all hearts and roses.
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