© Amber Kalkes 2014
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SEVEN+
“Oh god, please don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything just don’t—“
Rosemary, or Bunny right now, cuts off the man’s pleading with a strip of duct tape over his mouth quickly. She hates and loves when they beg. She hates it because it just proves how weak and unworthy they are and loves it because of the power it gives her. She’s in control, she is the one who decides and she is the one who destroys.
Putting a finger up to her bunny mask’s mouth she tells him to be quiet. He nods quickly making her smile a bit at his false hope she’ll let him go. It won’t happen. She stares down at the canvas she is about to make into a masterpiece. He is tall, very tall actually, she was lucky he was sleep when she caught him otherwise she’d have never stood a chance. His body type is lanky and he has tattoos on his arms of an old English script she doesn’t recognize. His hair is very long and blonde, getting his face as he struggles against the bindings on his wrists and ankles.
His apartment, on inspection, was filled with a lot of renaissance fair style things. Swords mounted over his couch, dragon art on his walls and even a few framed pictures of him with a girl in a busty corset. It seemed Her prey for the night wanted to be a knight.
Too bad the dragon was already in the fortress.
Closing her eyes she conjures up his face. This man’s hair is a few inches shorter, brown and greasy, he is shorter in height and filled with more bulk. A tattoo of a topless woman is on his upper shoulder that he doesn’t show outside of this room. His eyes, filled with fear in her presence are murky brown begging for mercy he never showed her when he was in charge.
Bunny has truly taken over now.
Straddling his chest she produces a small mace she found in his hallway mounted on the wall. It was an odd home accessory, she initially thought but now she can see the appeal. It’ll mark him so well. His eyes widen at the sight of it and she feels nearly giddy at the fear in his face.
Oh if only he knew.
She places the spikes of little metal ball on the tip of the mace against his bare chest making his breathing accelerate. It’s heavy no matter its small size and she can see on of the spikes is indenting into the skin of his sternum. She then pulls out the hammer she brings for fun occasions she lays it to her side to use later. Picking up the mace she slams it into his chest making a wonderful crack as it breaks a few of his ribs. He screams against the duct tape as the spikes dig into his flesh.
She watches in fascination as he yells into the duct tape while she yanks the spikes out of his flesh making blood leak from their puncture marks in his chest.
Bunny throws the mace to the side of the bed with a thump before picking up the hammer and flipping it so the prong side of it is facing him. Pulling her arm back she rams the prongs into his chest repeatedly. He grunts with every hit and screams with every extraction like a symphony of pain that is pure music to Bunny’s ears.
“Jimmy? What—“
Bunny freezes mid-swing and turns to see the woman from the pictures. She has long frizzy red hair, large brown eyes and is dressed in a sparkly black sequined top and black slacks. Ramming the prongs into his chest one more time she leaves it protruding from his chest as she jumps off him towards the woman. The woman screams and tries to run away but Bunny tackles her first. Taking the woman’s head in her hands Bunny doesn’t hesitate. With one swift snap the woman’s heart stops beating.
Though she does keep twitching.
Bunny rises from her position on top of the woman and calmly walks back towards the bedroom where the man is making an odd wheezing noise. Annoyed by it Bunny pulls out the hammer prongs from his chest and slams them into his jugular. He doesn’t cry out this time, just gurgles.
Pounding erupts outside the door of the apartment.
Bunny knows she has now overstayed her welcome. Having planned her escape route already she slides open the back window of the bedroom and crawls out. As she slides down the gutter pipe she hears the front door break open and someone yelling for a paramedic. Bunny doesn’t stay to hear anymore.
She’s too busy running for the woods.
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“Bunny Face has struck again but this time they have left a survivor. James Jacobson, aged thirty-five, was found with over twenty stab wounds all over his torso and his throat cut open by which he identified as they Serial Killer Bunny Face. Mr. Jacobson’s girlfriend, Lucinda Meyers, aged twenty-seven, who walked in on the scene was not so lucky. We’re here with the lead detective in the case.” The reporter puts the microphone she’s holding under the mouth of a stern middle-aged man. “Detective Falco, how are you going to catch this maniac?”
“We have every officer on this looking for the killer. He won’t make it far and this will be put to a stop, I have no doubt in that.”
“Is there information that can be newly released to help the public aid you?”
“The suspect is of slender build with—“
“Can we turn this off?” Rose yawns from her position in Levi’s lap. Her head is in his lap as he watches the TV with intense concentration. He wants to be sure they aren’t going to catch her; he can’t help but root for her. She did save his life.
“What? Is this boring you?”
She shrugs, “Kind of.”
“You don’t think this is interesting?”
“Nope. They don’t have any leads so who cares?”
“What if they did but weren’t releasing it?” Levi argues.
Rose sighs and sits up, “Why does it matter, Levi? Bunny Face is some psycho killing random men. Don’t you want to see her put in jail?”
“No.” he whispers.
“Why?” She asks with a curious look.
“Well…did you hear about my dad?”
“Should I have?”
“Bunny Face killed him.” he confesses with his eyes rested on their entwined hands.
She scoots closer to him, “Wouldn’t that make you want to see Bunny Face put away?”
He snort, “Hell no. My dad was an abusive asshole. I hated him.”
“So your like…thankful?” she asks quietly, shyly.
He shrugs, “I guess, I mean they did solve a big pain in my life. No matter how messed up it was I probably would have died that night if Bunny Face hadn’t shown up.”
“I can see the reasoning in that.” She agrees with a nod after a minute of silence.
Levi’s head shoots up to look at her blank expression, “You don’t think I’m weird for thinking that?”
“Of course not, baby.”
Levi pulls his girlfriend into a hug wondering how he got so lucky to have a girl like her. He kisses the top of her head and inhales the scent of her shampoo on her hair. He wonders absently where she lives. They’ve been together for two weeks now and he hasn’t the faintest idea where the hell she lives. She doesn’t mention family but surely she has to live with someone.
In fact, she doesn’t mention anything from her life.
“Rose?” he begins with a troubled frown.
“Yes?”
“Where do you live?”
She pulls back from their embrace to inspect him, “Why?”
“I just realized I don’t know much about you.”
Rose shrugs, “So? What do you need to know other then how I feel about you?”
“What if I want to know more about you?”
“Then I’d tell you what I can but my life isn’t a cake walk, Levi.”
“What do you mean?”
She sighs, “I’m an orphan.”
“An orphan?”
“Yes.”
“How?” he prods when she doesn’t say anything else.
“My parents died.”
“How did they die?”
“That’s a long story I don’t want to get into.” She says walking out of his hug and sitting back on the couch. He follows her and sits beside her while she turns the TV from the news to some old cartoons she finds.
“So…you live by yourself?” He asks after a minute or so.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In an apartment.”
“Alone?”
She smiles a bit indulgently. “Yes, Levi that’s what I said.”
“Are you allowed to do that?”
“I’m eighteen. I can do whatever I want.”
“Your eighteen?”
She laughs a little, “Your like a little parrot, repeating everything I say.”
“Rose?”
She smiles, “Yes, baby?”
“I’m sorry about your parents.”
She reaches over and caresses his cheek, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
“Where did you live after?”
Her face goes dark and pinched for a minute before it clears so fast he thinks he may have imagined it all in the first place. Rose’s face goes blank as she turns back towards the TV watching a coyote chase a bird.
“Rose?”
“I lived in foster homes.” She says flatly before rising to her feet, “I think I should go home.”
“What? Why?” he panics.
“I’m tired and your mom will be home soon.”
“You could stay and meet her.”
She shakes her head and smiles a little, “Not today.”
“O-Okay…um, your not mad at me are you?”
She goes on her toes to lay a light kiss on his mouth, “No.”
“I’m sorry I just—“
“Levi?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“I’m not mad just don’t bring it up again. When I want to talk I will.”
He nods quickly at the authority in her tone, “Yeah, okay.”
“Good boy.” She praises kissing him one more time.
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Rosemary is alone in her motel room sitting on her bed. She isn’t wearing much, just some underwear and a white tank top in the darkness. She woke up about ten minutes ago feeling an emotion she hasn’t felt since she was a child, fear. It makes her feel out of control and weak.
The nightmares always make her feel this way though.
She’s always weak and small in size in the room she recognizes too well. It was the attic he favored for their ‘playtime’. He would drag her by her hair into the dusty and damp dark room. She wasn’t allowed to look at him and didn’t want to so she would stare at the naked light bulb that served as the only source of light.
“Be a good girl, Rosie and scream for me.” he would tell her.
She was always a good girl.
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