Been kind of reluctant to post this because, it gets kind of gory and disgusting and Rated R in some spots. I would just recommend to anybody who isn't the faint of heart and the like to just not read this. There, the disclaimer. Now here's the stuffs.
Spoiler for Prologue: I Loved You:
It was a beautiful summer night in the small town of Kingsford, Pennsylvania. The small dots of twinkling stars accompanied the dark clear skies, the full moon dawning down onto the world below. The sounds of crickets, and nocturnal animals communicating. This brought out a childish cheer in even the adults of Kingsford, as the beauty of the night made them feel the need to open the blinds of their windows. To sit outside on their porches, ignoring the spring bugs biting at their skin. They would worry about it in the morning, when the red blotches were on their skin. Until then, they would sit and watch the night sky go by. Children, sound asleep in their beds as another day of school approached them, their windows open to let the cool air in. It was so…peaceful.
With the exception, of one part of town. Kingsford University. For on beautiful nights like these, any residents within the vicinity of the college should just close their windows and try to turn their television up as loudly as possible. For on these nights, the sounds of nature would be blocked out by the college frat parties. Every weekend, or frankly, any time that they weren’t in class, was one big party. They’d get drunk, and go all across the campus doing god knows what. Vomiting their insides into the shrubbery, fucking the jock football player. Anything goes, in Kingsford University. The teachers and staff stopped giving any care in the world for what they did in the night hours anymore. They only hoped that no part of the college was burnt down in the morning, and nobody was missing.
There lied the problem.
You see, Kingsford isn’t simply filled with one part peace, and one part partying. This town wasn’t all peaches and cream, as much as they would love to have you believe that is so. There had been a passed down urban legend, that was usually written off as an old wives tale by the people of Kingsford. But recently, a sudden string of women of the age eighteen and nineteen going missing, then being found brutally torn apart, sometimes limb from limb, with evidence of rape on their bodies, people have begun to wonder. Could this old wives tale have some truth? While the local police department obviously wrote off these notions as coincidental, people began to wonder. Were they hiding something? If they were, what exactly was it? People began to speculate many things, and only one thing was perfectly clear. Someone was out there, raping the young college women, and leaving them out in the woods, or on a street corner. And every women had one thing in common. Their top outfit was completely ripped apart, and on their bare chest was a heart, carved inside them. In their hand, lay a rose, dwindling and dying. In the other, a note.
“She was not the one”
***
“God damn it!”
The loud yell, overwhelmed with anger and agony, came from within a small, run-down home in the middle of the forest bordering Kingsford. Algae and lichen had begun the ecological succession atop the wood of the home, causing for various indents within the foundation, the walls, and the roof. The door was hanging only on one bolt, the knob completely torn away. The grass, once well kept by the owner of the home, was tall enough to come up to the waist of the average sized male. This grass was riddled with ticks, and wild animals that have taken these various hiding spots as their home. The dwindling trees above covered a vast majority of the full moon, leaving only small strands of light to shine down on the darkness. A few crevices of light shined through the window, the glass completely broken and various shards on the broken down porch.
The inside was vile. The wood couldn’t have been nearly safe to walk on, with the possibility of it completely falling down from under the person. The smell reeked of urine and feces, most likely from the rats the size of a domesticated feline scurrying around the floors and into the holes in the walls. Some pieces of furniture remained, though broken and sunken or warped. One corner of the house was, surprisingly void of sunken or warped wood. This was where the window was broken, used to get more light into this specific part. There was a bed, an old mattress riddled with bed bugs and an assortment of diseases. One focal point was the blood stains. They were everywhere. Splotched on the wall, floor, and the bed.
On the bed itself, lied a female body. Completely naked, sprawled on her back. Her legs were spread, and each was broken so the lower part of her leg managed to touch her upper thigh. The bones of her forearms protruded outward from where her elbow was, dripping with blood. Her face, once one of beauty and grace was now only one of bruises and gashes. Her mouth was wide open as if she was screaming when she finally met her death. Her eyes were glossed over. Her nose was evidently broken, as well as her jaw. Marks lay on her breasts, as if nails were dug into them to the point that they cut the skin and bled. Her stomach was filled with random gashes of a knife. What was most disturbing was that her lower area looked as if it had only recently been used, leaking with a substance that should not be named. The brutality of the entire situation was enough to make an average, normal minded human being vomit their lunch and insides. But, who could have done such a thing.
Out from a dark corner came a man. His hair was wild and long, partially covering some of his face, his dark brown eyes sunken and wild with desire and craze. His lips dry as a desert, as if he had not drank anything in weeks. Unkempt facial hair was spread across the remainder of his face. His skin complexion was pale, but there was so much dirt seemingly glued onto his skin it was as if he was the color grey. He wore a ripped apart white tank top that had blood, sweat, and semen splattered all over it. His jeans were browner than they were the original blue, and his black boots were worn beyond their prime. His jeans were down to his feet, however.
“I…I thought you were the one,” He began, his voice gruff and deep as he seemed to emit genuine sadness, “I thought you would finally be the person…that I would love.”
His lips were in a frown, and he seemed to be holding tears from his bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, his face contorted into that of anger and rage. He lifted his right hand which contained an old and rusted butcher knife, dripping with new crimson blood. He brought it down onto her chest, stabbing a couple of inches deep into her skin and muscle. Blood pooled around the stab point, as he kept it there for a few moments.
“You, walking around carelessly like you were just WAITING for me to take you!”
He began to move the knife while inside of her chest, grunting as he pulled it along, slowly and methodically, her body unmoving as more blood gushed from her new wounds.
“I BELIEVED YOU WANTED ME!”
The cut spread all across her torso, before he eventually came back around. The sound was similar to when a hunter cuts a deer after it had just been shot. Or when a scientist cuts and dissects a preserved animal. The grunting continued as he continued to scream.
“I LOVED YOU!”
The methodical cut ended where it began, before he grunted once more to yank the knife out of it’s placement. The knife, now completely soaked in this woman’s blood, was brought back to his side and gripped tightly in his hand. His left hand reached over to the dead woman’s face, lightly caressing it. The fingernails were at least a few inches in length, only that short because once it got too long it would break away with ease. The dirt on his hand seemed to be attached there forever more. His face, now illuminated by the moonlight, contorted back into a smile. His hand went away from her agonized face, grasping something in a plastic bag. He pulled it out, revealing a black rose. The stem was brown, the petals slowly falling off as they had been dead for many years now. He opened one of the hands of the female, the only part of her body clean of any wounds or defilements. He placed the rose in her hand, and closed it. In her other hand, he placed a piece of parchment inside. The male leaned forward, the smile still on his face, as he placed his dry and chapped lips on her soft, cold ones. It stayed that way for a few moments, before he pulled away and whispered.
“Til death do us part, my love.” A light chuckle escaped from his lips, as he stood upright once more, preparing to lift her up on his shoulders. He was going to take her to the very outskirts of the woods, and leave her there. He wanted the town to see another one of his master pieces. He knew that they would know it was her fault, as always. She should have loved him, like he loved her.
Just before he lifted her up, a clear view of her chest was present. A perfect carving of a heart, spread across her torso, gushing with blood.
Spoiler for Chapter 1: A New Arrival:
“I’m so excited!” Kristy exclaimed happily.
Kristy Summers and her family were on their way to Kingsford, for a new start. They originally lived in a small town of Maryland. The gang activity and crime rate was skyrocketing at a drastic rate, resulting in Kristy and her family’s safety being threatened. With Kristy getting accepted into this university, and her younger brother about to go into high school, it was the perfect time for new beginnings. The family consisted of Kristy, her younger brother Steven, her mother Claire and her father Randall. They were your average joe type of family. Randall was intent on getting one of the many construction jobs in Kingsford as the small town continuously expanded little by little. Claire was a stay at home mom, and Steven was a straight A student. Kristy had average grades, and therefore got into an average university.
However, Kristy was still excited for the new start. She wanted to make new friends, and maybe find a relationship down the line. Of course, that was very possible for her. She was a beautiful blonde with hair that hung just below her shoulder blades. Her gorgeous face was void of any blemishes whatsoever. Her lavishing blue eyes resembled the clear skies of the afternoon. She was not super model thin, as she did not like to follow the path of the ideal woman. Therefore, she adorned some meat on her bones, just enough to give her the curvy look and arguably more attractive than if she were thin as a toothpick. While her face was evidently her best feature, most of the rowdy horn dogs that are called college men would look at her for her chest, which was a DD. Due to the hot summertime weather, Kristy wore a tank top and a pair of hand-cut shorts made from some old jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she could barely sit still in her seat.
Her father Randall looked back at her with a smile. His dark brown eyes complimented his short hair and farmers tan. He wore some ripped up blue jeans and a dirtied t-shirt, his boots off so he had an easier time pushing on the pedals. He had a muscular type of build, as if he worked out at the gym a lot. “Well, I’d say your happy to be away from Maryland.”
“I’m not.” Grumbled the male at the seat next to Kristy. Steven was your average teenager, depressed and moody. His hair was dark brown like his fathers, cut as short as his fathers as well. However, he had the eyes of his mother, a light blue hue like the sky. He was not like Kristy, curvy, or Randall, muscular. He was just skinny as a toothpick, due to his very fast metabolism. He was in a black T-shirt, the words faded although it looked like a band shirt. His jeans were cut to the knees to make long shorts, and he wore sandals like his sister. “Dad, why’d we have to leave Maryland? All my friends were there.”
A female voice spoke up. “I would rather you miss your friends then get shot,” she replied, “You remember that shootout in the high school not too long ago?”
The mother was about as beautiful as her daughter. She was in her late 30s, having Kristy when she was only a teenager. Her blonde hair was slightly longer than that of Kristy’s, and her light blue eyes were sunken, her face detailing more experience then that of her daughter who was full of life. She was curvy like Kristy as well. Other than the crows feet and the age difference, the two could however be considered twins. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, making it painfully clear that this was not the suit and dress type of family.
“Mom, I wouldn’t just stand there and let them shoot me,” He retorted, his voice growing in volume.
“Steven, there is nothing you can do about it. The house is already sold, and this house is already bought. You might as well just get used to it at this point.”
Steven brought his head down and only mumbled unintelligible gibberish for the rest of the car ride, as they went into the highway exit to go into town. Soon after, they saw a billboard at the right side of the road. It was painted in a night setting, revealing the town on a clear and starry spring night. The paint was chipped away in some spots due to the picture being a few years old.
It read: WELCOME TO KINGSFORD. ENJOY YOUR STAY.
The smile on Kristy’s face grew wider as they entered the beautiful looking town. Children were playing outside in their backyards. Adults were lounging in pools or on the porch, chatting and smiling. The smell of barbeque invaded the family’s smell. It all looked so peaceful. As they passed through a road, however, there was a specific spot that had many police cars and ambulances alike around it. The specific lane was closed.
“I wonder what that’s all about.” Randall questioned.
“Somebody probably just got into an accident.” Claire replied.
However, upon closer inspection, the place the cars were spread around was the entrance into a forest, dark and void of virtually any sunlight. And Was that…blood on the grass?
Kristy shook her head, cursing herself for judging this town too quickly. Her mother was probably right. Thinking nothing more of that scenario behind them, Kristy looked in front of her as they pulled into their brand new home. It was two stories with a basement and a porch in the front. The backyard was rather large. There were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, dining room and living room. There was also a room in the basement that could be a potential spare room. No longer thinking of the accident that she saw a few moments ago, Kristy jumped out of the car and practically jumped up and down in joy.
However off into the distance and hidden within the darkened forest was a pair of eyes. Dark brown eyes, that stared at the new family that was moving in. Specifically, Kristy. A yellow and rotten smile showed in the darkness.
***
Packing wasn’t very difficult for the family, as they had hired a moving van and people to help them place their stuff in the correct places. All the big pieces of furniture were placed in the house by the end of the day they first entered the home. All of the little things were packed in the weeks following. Once they were fully moved in, Kristy began to prepare for her first college days, as Steven prepared for high school.
The air soon got cooler. The humidity went down. The once abundant green leaves began to turn into flurries of varying colors as crisp air began to take hold of Kingsford. As August past and September came, tank tops and shorts turned into short sleeves and jeans. Windows began to close at night. People still would stay outside, but not without heavier clothes.
And while Kristy never heard of the problems within the university, women continued to go missing more and more. College frat parties were no longer the only place that women went missing. Any girl of that ripe age of eighteen or nineteen would be lured into a drink or two that happened to be laced with roofies. Whoever was doing this got bolder. And for some odd reason, nobody could ever remember or distinguish any of his features. The Summers family never got whiff of this growing problem, even as they saw Kristy off as she went into Kingsford University to find her dorm, and get settled in.
As she went up the stairs, her shoes crunching against the colorful leaves, and went through the doors into the university, books in hands, her smile grew. She went into her dorm room with glee, and was greeted by another female. She was slightly taller than Kristy, her brunette hair matching with her dark green eyes. She had a pale skin complexion, and her skin had a couple of pimples here and there. Like Kristy’s brother Steven, she was skinny like a toothpick. She was wearing a dark black sweater, most likely with a T-shirt under it, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Her shoes were off and at the door. Kristy followed suit.
“Hey there!” The female said gleefully, “I’m Stacy Dorn, I’ll be your dorm mate!”
Kristy gave a bright and welcoming smile. “Hi Stacy, I’m Kristy. Kristy Summers.”
As Kristy unpacked her things and established where her side of the room was, the two girls engaged in small talk. Where they came from, what they were looking to be when they grew up. Stacy and Kristy both shared the same desire to become a nurse. Kristy always adored taking care of people, and studied many anatomy and medicine textbooks when she was in high school. She was already rather adept at taking care of people’s illnesses and wounds, as she’s done it many times for her family. Eventually, the topic of boyfriends came up. Stacy had a boyfriend back in her home town of New York who she had been with for a year now, and was planning to be completely faithful to. However, being in college, that promise of faithfulness was a very flimsy swear. Kristy had broken it off with her long time boyfriend just before she moved, after both mutually agreed that the spark was simply gone. Now she was single, and ready to mingle.
The afternoon sun had just hit it’s peak above the sky as Kristy had finished unpacking, sitting atop her newly made bed. She was panting lightly. “So classes start tomorrow then?”
“Yup!,” Stacy replied cheerfully, retaining the smile on her face, “And by the sound of what your going to be majoring in, we may be in a lot of the same classes.”
Kristy opened her mouth to say something, until a scream coming from outside broke her concentration. She ran to the window and looked out, as the sight of a crowd gathering at the edge of the field adjacent to the University where college students would hang out caught her attention. Not wanting to miss out on whatever was going on over there, Kristy and Stacy both ran downstairs and out the front, their feet crunching against the various leaves and the slowly rotting grass. Kristy wasn’t much of a runner, but for some reason unbeknownst to her, it was as if she had to see what was going on over there.
The girls stopped just as they got to the crowd, sweat beading down their faces as a cool gust of wind blew. Leaves rolled through the grass and across their feet. Kristy slowly pushed through the growing crowd to get to the center of attention, although it seemed the teachers and staff had come to contain the scene just as the girls had arrived. However, the teachers were unable to stop her from getting a moment’s glimpse at the sight. Her eyes widened at the sight, and her hand went over her mouth as she held in a scream.
Crimson red blood pooled around the grass and painted the leaves. Sprawled on the edge of the field was a woman. Bruises and gashes were evident all across her body. Her bones were broken in various places, protruding out from her broken skin. A blackened rose was held tightly within her grasp. To people who have heard of the latest string of murders, this was only another uncomfortable chapter in a mystery. But to Kristy, it was terrifying. One thing was different from the norm of these string of murders. Usually a note is in the victim’s other hand, lending the same message, and a heart was carved on their chest. This time, however, the note was carved within the heart on her torso.
“I will find you.”
Spoiler for Chapter 2: The Legend of Matthew Williams:
Kristy Summers tried her absolute best to hold in the never ending scream that resided in her chest, aching to be heard. The brutal sight was enough for her to feel the bile rise in her stomach, threatening to be brought onto the grass as a mixture of the blood. However, she held all these feelings in, keeping her hand over her mouth as teachers pulled her and the rest of the crowd away from the scene. Sirens penetrated her eardrums as paramedics and policemen ran to the scene, checking in vain to see if the female was somehow still living.
As Kristy began to walk away from the scene, a memory flashed within her mind. When the Summers were first coming into Kingsford. All the policemen and paramedics. Oh god, the blood on the grass….
Stacy’s hand clasping onto her shoulder caused Kristy to jump and yelp in fright. She turned to her dorm mate.
“Hey, are you alright?” She asked, concerned.
“Of course not!,” Kristy replied, “I just saw a dead body!!”
Stacy’s eyebrow raised in question, and again, she spoke up. “You haven’t heard the stories, have you?”
Kristy’s puzzled face to her question told Stacy that she likely hadn’t. So she pulled Kristy back to their dorm room, and told her the urban legend, once thought to be an old wives tale, that was raging through the town of Kingsford.
***
The legend goes that the forests of Kingsford were once much smaller than they were in the present day. Where the forests raged now, were once fields filled with various homes of varying sizes. It made for beautiful scenery that would eventually be destroyed as the forests began to grow at rapid rates.
One specific home on the field was the Williams household. It was not as pleasing to the eye as the others beside them, but they still kept it at pristine condition. The one story small scale home was spotless. The wife of the family had OCD, and she loved to keep everything spotless and categorized to her liking. Her husband, Matthew Williams, worked at a local business firm where he was paid countless amounts of money. This in and of itself caused people to begin to wonder why the couple still lived in their tiny one story home rather than buy a more luxurious one for themselves and their son. Their son was a great student, only in the second grade but showing much intelligence and finesse. His mother participated more in the parent conferences and seemed more connected with her child than Matthew. People just wrote this off as him being at work too much to form a proper connection. And yet, on the outside, it seemed as though every thing was okay. They seemed like the picture perfect, average joe family.
They weren’t.
What was kept behind closed doors was truly terrifying. The reason Matthew didn’t buy a luxurious home with his money was because the vast majority of it was spent on alcohol. He didn’t touch any drugs, for he did not want to turn into one of those skeletal people that took the wrong ones. He was a rather buff and strong person. This was a downfall for the rest of the family, however. His drunken rages led to bruises to his wife and his child alike. That was why the poor child would be found missing for days at a time at some points. Why the wife, gradually more frequently, did not come outside to greet her neighbors. Yet, nobody caught the signs. Not until it was too late.
Then came one fateful night, where everything went to hell. Rain was down pouring on the land, as storm clouds darkened the skies and veiled the bright white moon. Flood warnings came on the televisions as lightning struck from the clouds and scorched the grass. Great sounds of thunder veiled the screams from the Williams residence. Matthew was drunken once again. He was more furious and scornful than normal, however. This was because he had come home to find his wife in bed with another man. Not just any man. A college man, not older than the age of eighteen or nineteen. He loved his wife. While he beat her and their child, she meant everything to him. His heart shattered into pieces at that exact moment, and that pain mixed with the fact that he had been drinking on his commute home led to the .22 that was stationed on the wall for emergencies to be taken off of the mantel, fully loaded.
The sounds of thunder drowned out the booms of gunfire, as both his wife and her forbidden lover’s brains were blown on the wall behind them. Their son, who came wondering what was going on, fell victim to a rageful shot as well. It only took a moment for Matthew to take in what had happened. He realized what he had just done. His drinking habits and his rage caused for the two most important things in his life to be dead, blood trickling on the floor. The trauma that this brought him caused him to lose control once more. It’s said that he took the shotgun to his head, and committed suicide. The house was then overtaken by a crashing flood of the storming rains, along with a few other homes around them. Many houses destroyed, but no casualties directly by the storm.
When the destroyed Williams household was checked for life, they found what had happened, and put the pieces together. A heartbroken man riddled by hate and dismay, took out his anger on the things he loved, before feeling immense remorse and offing himself along with them. It was after this incident, that the mayor of Kingsford called for the abandonment of the houses along the fields. Most of the houses were demolished, but out of respect for the fallen, the remainder of the Williams home was left on the field. The flooding water had caved the roof in, and destroyed the wooden structure. Remnants of blood still remained, and the furniture was warped and falling to pieces.
After the houses were abandoned, many people put the storm and the murder-suicide in the back of their minds. The forest began to grow atop the fields, resulting in lush and towering trees growing all the way to the streets at some spots of the town. Kingsford grew and expanded. That stormy night seemed to open up a new chapter of greatness for the town.
Yet, rumors still circulated around, that Matthew Williams was still very much alive. It is said that to this day, he still roams within the forests, searching for a college girl. His broken heart needed somebody to love once more, and he wanted to get back at his cheating whore of a wife, who made love to a college man, by having a college girl. However, when these girls were taken against their will, and they did not extend their same love back to him, his anger arose. In a fit of rage, he would rape them to submission before killing them in cold blood. He would carve a heart into their bare chests, before placing a dying rose in one hand, and a note in the other. While most believed this to be an old wives tale, to some, it was a very real issue. Nobody had the courage to go to that house themselves and find out, at least voluntarily. The mayor refused to tear the home down because it would destroy a portion of the forest in the process. So to this day, the legend raged on.
***
Kristy sat on her bed as the setting sun reflected through the window and onto the two women. She had taken her jacket off, and was now in a v-neck short sleeved shirt and a ripped pair of jeans. She parted her blonde hair away from her face and behind her ear, as her blue eyes glimmered against the dimming light. She had since calmed down since the incident a few hours earlier, as ambulances had taken the body quickly before cleaning the blood from the browning grass. Most of the students went back to their ordinary business, preparing for classes that would be starting in the morning. She continued to take in Stacy’s story word for word.
Stacy’s dark green eyes glimmered with concern and anxiety, as she finished the story. “-Now lately, with the new string of rape and murder, some people, including me, are beginning to think,” She hesitated for a moment, as if afraid that her dorm mate would think she was crazy, “Well, think that maybe this Matthew Williams really is alive”
Kristy’s hand moved to gently caress her opposite arm, lightly squeezing her chest although she did not mean to, as she gradually grew uncomfortable. Sure, she always was a believer in the paranormal, and the urban legends, and just about everything that was conspiracy related. But, to have it actually happen this close to you, is what made Kristy not want to believe what Stacy was saying. She wanted to believe that she was some crazy witch bitch or something.
But that was simply against her nature. To not believe in those things.
“Do you believe me?” Stacy asked, breaking the awkward silence that had befallen the room. The sun had now fully finished setting behind the peaks of the mountaintops, and with it came the appearance of the crescent moon. Stacy turned to the side, bringing her hand to the light switch as artificial light flooded the room.
“Yes, I believe you,” Kristy responded wholeheartedly, “Although I really don’t want to, I’ve always believed in these types of things.”
Stacy nodded, a smile forming on her face that somebody finally believed what her and others believed. “Good, because not many college girls believe it. They still party, and go out at night like nothing can harm them. Then they get taken.”
Kristy’s eyes widened slightly at that realization. “Well then, what should I do to prevent it?”
“Do what I do,” Stacy moved on her back as she sprawled out on the bed. She shimmied out of her jeans and jacket, leaving her in a black tank top and a pair of neon panties, which she thought was a plausible solution for pajamas, “Try to stay away from parties. If you do go to a party, don’t go out at night by yourself. Don’t do that at all actually. And I wouldn’t tell your parents if I were you either.”
Kristy pondered that for a moment. She was never really open with her parents anyway, but this was a pretty big deal. They probably never even heard of the legend, she sure as hell hadn’t. But if they were to find out about it from her, they may end up taking her back home and having the family move somewhere else. They were always pretty overprotective of their children.
Kristy let a sigh escape from her parted lips. She stood up for only a moment, allowing her ripped jeans to fall onto the floor next to the hamper before lying back down on the mattress. She stayed in her dark colored T-shirt and her panties, lying down on her stomach on the bed as she looked towards her dorm mate. “You’re probably right, Stacy,” she replied.
Stacy nodded. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Kristy. Let’s just get some sleep for classes, it’s getting kind of late,” she rolled to her side, back turned to Kristy. A smile came to her face, as she turned her head back slightly, “Sweet dreams.”
Kristy let another exasperated sigh escape her lips, as she lied her head on the fluffy pillow before her, that seemed to be now beckoning to her. “Sweet dreams, Stacy.”
With that, she closed her eyes. She could swear just before she fully closed her eyelids, that a far off figure could be seen out on the field, near the woods. She opened them fully to check, and there was nothing there. Sure it was nerves, she closed her eyes fully once again, nodding off into a restless sleep.
Spoiler for Chapter 3: Dangerous Attraction:
Sun pouring in through the windows panes and onto the face of Kristy was what awoke her on the crisp morning. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she looked to the clear blue skies and the bright sun. She sat there for a few moments, taking in the beauty of the blue skies as a smile crossed her lips. Finally, she turned on her back and stretched her arms out while letting out a heavy yawn. She continued to blink her lavishing blue eyes, waking herself up. She looked to the side of her, noticing Stacy was still sound asleep in her bed, curled up under the covers.
“Heh, she should wake up soon,” Kristy muttered to herself, “We gotta be at class by 8:30”
Kristy sat up on her bed, letting out an exasperated sigh from her lips. She sincerely did not want to get up today for some odd reason, and yet she knew she had to. She had to get to class. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked to the clock next to her, curious as to what time it actually was.
8:20.
“FUCKKKKKKK”
****
Kristy and Stacy both entered their first class of the day five minutes late. Well, they didn’t necessarily enter, more so barged in while apologizing frantically. It was a rather pleasing sight for the many children of the classroom. There were always those couple of kids that came into class late on the first day. Some would say sorry. Some would cry. Some would have anxiety attacks. Either way, to the class, their bad luck was their laughter.
Lucky for the girls, the teacher was not one of those strict dictator types. She looked to be a fairly young teacher compared to the others, and she had a nice demeanor as well. She let the girls off the hook, telling them it was their first day, and told them to go ahead and find a seat.
Stacy was, well, a hot mess. Her T-shirt was wrinkled and looked like it was literally thrown on her person. This was the reason why her hoodie was covering the majority of it. Her hair was only brushed a bit before she had to run out, leaving it still looking like it had when she had awoken, which was not a very good impression. However, she was able to put on make up.
Kristy, thankfully, wasn’t as much of a wreck this morning as Stacy. She wore a light colored v-neck on her torso that fit her physique rather well and matched her jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail since she didn’t have much time to brush it this morning. She, unlike Stacy, had forgotten to put on make up this morning. Yet, Kristy seemed to look even more beautiful in the face without those artificial substances covering it. However, she had forgotten her hoodie, so she could not cover her torso fully. This lead to most of the men in the room taking a few glances at her chest.
Kristy sighed and sat down at a random seat in the middle of the classroom, with Stacy sitting next to her. A look of annoyance crossed her otherwise mono-emotional face as she realized the men were paying attention to Kristy, even if she did not notice. The beautiful girl rummaged in her book bag, eventually pulling out a case. She opened it and took out her glasses, unfolding them and placing them on her face carefully.
She wasn’t really paying attention to the other college boys that were glancing at her, only paying attention to the teacher. A few minutes into class, she inadvertently dropped her pencil on the ground. When she moved to grab it, however, the person next to her bent down and grabbed it for her. Kristy glanced up to look at the person and thank them, but she stopped.
He was so handsome. His short black hair went perfectly with his sea green eyes. His face seemed to have no blemishes on it. His lips were soft, and curled into an amazing smile. His body looked like that of a football player. Bulky and buff. But his face…His face was all she would pay attention to.
After a few moments, the love struck girl finally said something, “T-Thanks.”
The male’s smile grew. “You’re welcome. My name’s Josh.”
She could feel her cheeks getting hot as they began turning rosy red right in front of him. She didn’t know what to say. It felt like high school all over again. Just tell him your name she thought.
“M-My names Kristy. Nice to meet you.” She gave an awkward smile. Hopefully he didn’t think that she was some sort of geek. That was the last thing she needed on the first day.
But Josh only laughed lightly, before getting back to his work. The rest of the class, Kristy could no longer pay any more attention to the teacher. She would give side glances to the male next to him. He was probably a jock, but she did not care. He was too cute. After class ended, she was still thinking about him.
***
Over the next couple of weeks, Kristy and Josh continued to talk in class. They slowly got to know each other, while unbeknownst to Kristy, Josh would copy her notes because he simply was not paying any attention. He’d copy off her tests too, which was the only way that he was passing this class. Kristy, however, was completely awe struck. She thought that Josh was actually a really good guy compared to the other jocks on college campus, and wanted to talk to her because of her personality, not her chest. Her smarts and her good looks certainly had no motive behind him wanting to talk to her. In the meantime, Kristy and Stacy got closer and became best friends, and Stacy, happy for her friend, hid her annoyance that Josh along with every other male on campus wanted to get into her pants. Stacy knew it wasn’t her fault.
Claire and Randall kept getting steady calls from Kristy, and she continued to tell them how everything was going and that everything was fine. She briefly told them of Josh, and how she was growing a crush on the blonde buff guy in math class.
In her eyes, she continued to get closer to his heart. In his eyes, he continued to get closer to getting inside her pants.
It was just another normal day in class on this day. Kristy talking to Josh, him pretending to laugh at her jokes, and all of the notes being copied. Josh stopped for a moment, clearing his throat, before looking to Kristy.
“So…” Josh began, looking into Kristy’s light blue eyes, “There’s this college party tonight. I was wondering if, maybe you’d like to go with me?”
Kristy took a moment only to process the words that Josh had said to her. Why would Josh even want to go to a college party with her, of all people? She wasn’t popular, and she didn’t think she was all that good looking either. Was it just a miracle that a guy like him would even want her? Was he only pranking her?
Why am I over thinking this?
“Yes,” Kristy replied quickly along with a nod, “Yes, I’d love to go with you.”
“Great.” He smiled brightly.
Kristy gave an awkward smile back and sat down to attend to her work. Her mind swarmed with all of the things that could happen, all the fun she could potentially have with a guy that she thought cared for her. Not once did Matthew Williams cross her mind. He had seemed to have gone quiet these past couple of weeks, only making one or two rape-homicides. While investigators never found him, they were hoping maybe the person was getting bored.
It wasn’t until later that day when Kristy was beginning to get ready for the party, that she was reminded of the man who had only a few weeks ago haunted her thoughts.
“You’re what?!”
The evening sun was beginning to set on this Friday night, and Stacy had already gotten into her night wear. A black tank top with no bra underneath and a pair of matching underwear. She had just lied down on the bed when Kristy came out of the shower, looking for something pleasant to dress in. After asking what she was up to, Kristy proceeded to tell her how Josh invited her to a party.
Kristy looked back at her reaction as she put on a pair of ripped jeans that were ripped substantially near her upper thighs. “What’s the problem with going to a party?” she replied.
Stacy looked bewildered at such a question. “What the hell did I tell you only a couple of weeks ago?! You shouldn’t be going to college parties with that legend rapist still roaming around. Investigators haven’t found him!!”
“Yeah, but he hasn’t been that active lately,” Kristy slipped on a green T-shirt that had a very low V-neck, revealing full cleavage to the wandering eye. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling the shirt down so they fit snugly on her chest.
“It doesn’t matter, Kristy, he could strike at any time”
Kristy shook her head and let out a sigh as she looked in the mirror, cautiously placing on her red lipstick and eyeliner while making sure her hair was straight enough. When she finished, she turned around fully to look at Stacy. “You know what it is, I think you’re jealous.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you don’t care if I end up being taken or not. You’re jealous that Josh wanted to go to the party with me, and you’re sitting at home.”
“That’s not ev-” She stopped, her cheeks a flaming red as anger began to take over, “You know what. Fine. Go to the party. I don’t give a damn.”
“Fine, I will.”
“FINE!”
Kristy put on her shoes and stomped out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind her. It wasn’t until Kristy was long gone that Stacy came to the horrid realization that she may have made a big mistake letting her go on her own. She opened the door to try and stop her, but she had already left to the party. She sighed, and went back in to sit on her bed.
“She probably won’t even get taken,” She muttered to himself, “She’s right, he hasn’t even striked in a long time.”
“She’ll be fine…”
***
The party was being held by one of Josh’s jock friends. He was a kid with inheritance, so he was able to afford to have these big parties once every couple of weeks. Boy oh boy, was this a big party. It had been held in the rec center, and everything was moved around so that the side of the room held couches for making out along with…other activities. The middle was the dance floor, and the counters were used as bars. The lights were dimmed and blaring music played through the state of the art speakers, hip hop and pop songs filling Kristy’s ears. Many people were at the party, dancing in the middle, and on the couches, tongue tied and feeling places that shouldn’t be felt up in the public. She could almost feel the eyes of many horny college men staring at her curvy body and chest. She didn’t care for them, she was only here for Josh.
She finally found him on one of the many plushy couches spread around the room. He gave one of his bright smiles, and she gave one back to him as her hand rubbed her arm nervously. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him, almost sinking into the comfortable couch cushion. She let out a sigh out of pure relaxation and looked towards Josh, who she suddenly realized was staring her body up and down. When he realized she was looking at him, he looked to her eyes.
“Kristy,” He began, his smooth voice somehow talking over the blaring sound of music, “I’m so glad you could make it.”
Her awkward smile only grew as her cheeks turned red, “T-Thanks, Josh. I’m glad to be here..”
She looked over to the couch next to her, at another couple completely tongue tied while lying on each other on the couch. She then turned back to her “date”.
“So are you ready?” Josh asked quizzically.
“Ready for-”
Kristy couldn’t even finish her sentence as Josh’s soft lips were pressed against her own roughly. His hands glided down to her chest, kneading her breasts in his grasp as he made the attempt to shove his tongue through her bright red lips. She couldn’t help but let out a light moan as she hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time, but in that same moment she pulled away quickly, looking at him as her eyes flared with anger.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
Josh, who’s lips were now smeared with her red lipstick, gave a mischievous smirk. “What everyone else is doing, baby.”
He leaned in once more, his eyes closed and his lips puckered up, his left hand continuing to grasp her breast as his other moved to her thigh. Kristy, in shock, panic, and frustration combined, lifted her hand and smacked him across the face with a loud slap. His eyes opened up and his hands let go of her as his eyes widened in shock.
“You just wanted to get in my pants, didn’t you?!” She yelled, her eyes welling up with tears, “You don’t give a fuck about me, you just wanted sex!”
Josh’s hand raised up to pat his throbbing cheek that was now turning a bright red. “Kristy…No, that’s n-”
“I don’t give a damn anymore, Josh.” Kristy stood up from the couch and turned to the door, walking out in a fit.
“Kristy…Wait!” Josh yelled in feigned concern. In reality, he was frustrated that he had lost the chance to have sex with her.
She had ran out from the rec room and out of the college university entirely, stepping out onto the field. The crisp breeze caused a chill to run down her spine, as the beautiful blonde glanced upwards into the night sky. The bright twinkling stars shined down on her along with the round full moon. The grass was now crunchy under her feet as the majority of it had died off because of the gradually colder weather. Tears were running down Kristy Summers’ cheeks, causing her makeup to flow down along with it.
“God damn it,” She began, sniffling, “Why do all men have to be such pigs?”
The female looked up to the sky and screamed. “Why can’t just one man genuinely LOVE ME!”
Suddenly, a white rag with a peculiar smell was pressed up against her mouth and nose as a dirty arm wrapped around her body. Instantly, she could feel herself losing consciousness, her eyes growing heavy. The last thing she heard was the gruff whisper of a man.
“It’s okay, I’ll be that man. Hush now, just go to sleep.”
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