Writing Bleeding Walls Fanfic

[Corey]

I'd like to thank Dragon Warrior for letting me make this story as a spinoff from his own. I'd also like to warn of some slight adult content and violence. Thankyou and enjoy.


[b]Bleeding Walls: The Second Story[/b]

"No... Please... No more... I give up... Please, just end it..."
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She sat there. Indifferent to the ages. Uncaring to the seasons. Not worried about anything but satisfying her hunger.
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"Listen, I don't care where he is. I want the damn file. It's not a request." His secretary stumbled out of the room, balancing a stack of papers and a cup of cold coffee. The captain certainly was a pushy fellow. She poked her head back in.
"Did you want cream, sir?" He smiled a completely humorless smile and nodded. "Yes, sir." He thought that she was pretty. Had a nice ***. And she always wore the tight little pants. It's the only reason he kept her around. She couldn't file. Couldn't make a decent cup of coffee. But she had a nice ***. And God knows he wasn't getting any at home...
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"Umm... Mr. Olsen, the captain wants a word with you. He also wants you to bring the Zallar file. He seems... More angry than usual." He smiled and looked at the secretary. She had been working here for almost a week and he still didn't know her name, but he nodded and smiled none-the-less.
"Of course. By the way, I haven't caught your name yet." She eyed him with interest, and moved into the small office from the doorway.
"I'm Laura, and I'm also free tonight." She wrote down her number on a scrap of paper and slid it over to him. Ben Olsen smiled and put the paper into his jeans. He certainly hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"I'll see you at nine." She blushed very slightly and blew a kiss to him. He waved bye as she stepped out. His eyes landed on the case file from one Darwen Zallar. He disappeared over ten years ago. Someone claimed to have seen him up by some old mansion about a week ago. A missing-persons file doesn't usually go un-solved in Ben's office. The captain has ordered him back on the case. He sighed and stood up. He hated the captain. But it was a good job. It paid well, and you certainly got your pick of women. He shrugged and grabbed the file, making his way through the busy office of the Police Department to the captains office.
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A knock sounded at his door.
"Come in." The door stood closed for a precisely two second, and the entire time Captain Frederick Allastor stared into it. He knew it was the Investigator. Ben had been his name. He had been close last time. But he broke a couple ribs, and had to take a month off. He lost the 'trail' after that. Every Investigator can see the 'trail'. There are, however, those that can see it more clearly than others. Ben was one of those.
"Yes sir?" Allastor motioned for him to sit as he took a swig of horrible coffee. After grimace he took the files from Ben and began to leaf through them. "Sir, you've been over them a hundred times. Let me go out. I'm sure I can get into that mansion if the guy shows me where it is. We might not even need to worry about a warrant." He shook his head.
"Listen, the last time you were on this you broke three ribs trying to chase down a dog." Ben began to protest. "I don't give a rats *** what you think the dog was eating. The truth of the matter is, I don't want you out there. I want you to pour your eyes into this file untill you've memorized it. Are we clear?" Ben scowled and began to leave.
"Crystal..." The door slammed and he began to eat a stale doughnut.
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"Who the **** does he think he is?! I know everything about this case... ****..." He gazed at a photo of Zallar and threw it back in the folder. The door to his office opened. Laura, the secretary, stepped in. He brightened immediately and threw the file folder into a drawer. "Hey. What's up?" She smiled.
"Nothing really. Just wondering where you were taking me tonight. I hope it's dark and private." Ben smiled in spite of himself. She wrapped and arm around his waist.
"Well this day just got better. I was thinking we could go to a movie, maybe catch a late meal, then go back to my place." She smiled devilishly and slipped a hand into his back pocket.
"I was thinking, we could just skip the movie and go back to my house. I have a nice place. It's big, and empty." She gave a squeeze on the last word. Wrapping his hands around her body Ben smiled even wider.
"That sound like a great idea." She gave him a kiss and walked out of the office. The day had indeed took an interesting turn for Ben.
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"Soon. Soon my babies. Soon."
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He strode up to her desk at nine o'clock precisely and kissed her hand.
"It's quittin' time. Let's get goin." She shook her head and looked pleadingly at Ben.
"Ben... I can't. I have way to much to do. I have mounds of paperwork-"
"That can wait untill tomarrow." He closed a few different folders on her desk and guided her out from behind it. He kissed her firmly on the lips and led her down the hall and out of the building. "Your car or mine Laura?" She smiled at him.
"Better take yours, mine's in the shop." They laughed and walked over to a modest black Honda Civic. He helped her in and they sped down the road, Laura giving him directions every now and then.
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"As red as blood..."
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"Ben look out!" A dog loomed in front of his car. Laura screamed and Ben hit the brake. The car slid and fishtailed into the ditch. Ben shook his head and undid his seat belt. He got out and walked over to Laura.
"Are you ok?" She got out and grabbed his arm to steady herself.
"Yeah... I'm fine. A little shaky, but fine." He looked down the road and saw no remenents of the dog.
"How far is your house?"
"Not far. Maybe half a mile down the road." He smiled,
"I'll call a tow truck tomarrow morning." The walked.
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"We smells it!"
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She pushed him roughly down on the bed.
"You don't waste time do you?" She smiled and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a slightly toned body and a few scars right over his ribs. She raked his chest leaving raised scratches. He groaned as she slid his pants off and mounted him.
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"So very soon!"
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"Wow..." He sat there stereotypically smoking a cigarette.
"Did you like it?" He gazed at her fixatedly.
"I've never had sex that good. Never." She rose to a sitting position in bed.
"I'm going to go make us some sandwiches. Stay put." She toyed with his lips before wrapping a robe around herself and walking downstairs. Her house was huge. It was borderline castle. The gates creaked irritably when they entered, but nothing more than that. All of the carpets were a beautiful red. A growl issued from the hallway.
"Wha?" Ben stood. He walked carefully to the door and peered out. There was a dog. The dog looked terribly sick. It's skin was hanging from it's bones, it's eyes bled. But it seemed to command a sort of force. A force that bid Ben to follow. The dog trotted off, looking as if it might die at any moment. Ben followed. The dog rounded a corner and took a flight of stairs. It stood there at the top, waiting for Ben. It seemed to be smoking. "What the hell?" The smoke smelled. It smelled of rotten flesh. The dog ran up another flight of stairs and waited once again. Ben approached it carefully, not wanting to be bitten in case it was rabid. One of it's eyes suddenly popped from it's head. Insects began to crawl out. Roaches. Centipedes. Beetles. Flies. And the stench! He held a hand up to his nose and gaged. The dog seemed to melt. It's skin dropped from it's body and splashed on the red carpeting, which seemed strangely liquid. Ben backed up into a wall and stopped. The dog was staring at him. A hand grouped his back. He screamed and lurched off the wall. A hand seemed to be behind the wall, attempting to push it's way out. A moan escaped his mouth. The dog barked, sickly, and ran up farther. Ben followed, though he couldn't tell why. His thoughts momentarily drifted back to the activities of the evening. Why hadn't he just stayed in bed? The dog barked again, clearing his thoughts. It had stopped. The dog swooned. It looked back at him and opened it's mouth. It tongue wagged about, but it's mouth did not move. A low guttural voice issued from the depths of it's throat. "Beware the upstairs." Ben screamed as it liquified before his eyes. The remanents of the dog splashed down on his feet. He screamed again as a figure seemed to try and push it's way through the wall. A face was visible. He knew that face. He had looked at it earlier that day. It was Darwen Zallar.
"Help me! It hurts! Make it stop!" Ben stood, glued to the spot. Blood began to drip from the cieling. He looked up and caught a small spurt directly in the eye. Thoughts of diseases filled his mind. He ran up the stairs in a blind panic and found a long hallway.
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"So SOON!!"
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"Hello?" Ben called down the hallway to the figure at the end. It was perched in a rocking chair, and seemed to be unaware of his presence. He wiped the blood from his eyes and walked down the hall. An unusual feeling of calm washed over him. "Hello? Excuse me?" The person stopped rocking.
"One shall not disturb the rested." It was a woman. Maybe middle-aged. Blood leaked from the crevaces in the walls. Panic began to work it's way back into Ben's body. He held back a small scream and walked up to the chair.
"Could you please tell me what's going on?" She stopped her humming.
"One shall not disturb the rested."
"Please. I just want to get out." He walked up and turned the chair. The woman looked at him with a smile.
"One shall not disturb the rested unless that one wishes to rest themselves." A confused look spread over Ben's face.
"What? What are you talking abou-" A large spider crawled it's way from the woman's mouth. The woman looked surprisingly like Laura. "Laura?" Her body began to melt. The bones poked through the skin leaving large bleeding wounds. Her skin began to fall away revealing the bloody muscle underneath. Ben began to run. Hand sprung from the floor, seeming to bend the wood, and grabbed his feet. He fell on his face as the spiders ran over him, devouring him.
"As red as blood, as dark as night... My hunger is fulfilled!" The house shuddered as every window shattered outwards. A great moan escaped the floorboards as the house tore itself apart. Before the spiders got his eyes, Ben Olsen saw a god. And it was a god that destroyed him.

[Dragon Warrior]

Bravo! Bravo! A nice sequel for my story "Bleeding Walls". Definately not for little kids, though. There's a scene in there that's quite adult usage. ;)

[quote]"I don't give a rats *** what you think the dog was eating. "[/quote]

Silly puppy :)

[Nate]

Awesome..i love the way you typed it. Even brought out the stereotypical cigerette. Awesome....10/10

[Corey]

Thankyou much for reading/posting about it. I hope you read Dragon Warriors story first though.

[Nate]

Actually, i read this one then read Dragon Warrior's one....both were great

[JJ]

Oooh! Creepy! *shuders* But great story. Nice and Gory! MUAHAH!