My story starts on my 10th birthday, it was as good as any birthday could of gone, I got presents, I blew out my candles and then I attended my party, normal day, but...I heard my father say...his best friend was going to be there to supervise, I did not like that man. He was not nice, he forced me into things I disliked. "Hold Me, Hold You" Was one prime I hated. I often cried. But little it did other than get me punched or kicked. I had learned plenty of times, to take the pain in silence.

This had been going on a number of months and had been since I was 8, I told everyone, I was never believed, called a liar, hell, my own mother, she said I was having a bad dream, yea, my bad dream, was life. After I turned what, 15, these little games changed . No more , "Hold Me , Hold You" Oh no, that was replaced by this sickly dark new game, "Blind the Teddy" Now, at that age, I'd grown to see things, things a child shouldn't ever have to withstand. "Blind The Teddy" was a knock up to "Hold Me, Hold You" I had no control, I was vulnerable and I hated that. Why not tell police you ask? Oh, that I did, many times, but my dad's friend, had wormed his way into the good light of everyone. Only one that saw past the face, was me. 

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill ye, little whore"

Was the threat often used, but I'd told plenty, he just wanted to execute it while he jerked off, I truly despised this man, no, creature, I could never classify him as a human being, mainly, as he acted like a deformed ape. He was a stout man, blond with stubble and with a uni-brow, he truly was disturbing. I'd told him plenty, that I hated him, he just found it cute, but I meant it, and I'd sooner kill him than ever grow attached, the man had a fucking wife and 4 children.. How could he do this to me? How could everyone around me just ... LET him... and not believe me.

I was, I think, 18 or 19, when I took a stand, I moved out, and moved away from everyone, or I tried, the bastard had stalked me to where I lived and started to do it over and over again until, I ended up pregnant, or what I made him believe , pregnant. Y'see, that was why he went after me and countless others, he wanted to live a perverse fantasy of having sex and not having to worry about a consequence, his poor wife probably had no idea of the pedofile she had married on to, in fact, I'd not be shocked if he had led her to believe she was his love since she was my age, as he tried to tell me many times, his, special little cat, bastard. 

He used protection plenty. But if I'd made him see that he failed, he'd leave me alone. It worked. He called me a whorish slut, and left. I was free at last. But...that, little stage...was only the start of my terrors..compared to what else I had to endure, his little methods had seemed like a prick on the finger. Yes, much , much worse..

I was, now, approaching the age of 23, I had no where to live so I settled for a nice little hostel, it was not the best but I was fine for me to get my thoughts together and think, I had a friend I could rely on, Maya. I packed my things and I moved in with her and her family, explaining, that it was just until I got my head together. I'd long since told her of what happened, she told me he tried to do it to her too, but her father caught him and sent him packing. I only had wished my family would of believed me...I often had wondered what had became of them, I never made any contact since I'd left. Then again with the way they were and how they refused to believe me, part of me never wanted to.

"You..Your mother died."

I heard Maya say softly, looking down I felt like I had been stabbed, she died...and I never.. never even got to tell her that I still loved her, that it was father's best friend that forced my move... all .. all that I'd never get to tell her now, made me enquire of my other relatives, but the look that my friend had given me, told me that she only knew of my mothers predicament, I nodded. 

That night I'd been awake almost until 3 am, I just could not drift off, it was a good thing too, I noticed a person crawling through the window, but...his face, was the most gruesome thing I'd ever seen... it was etched up in a smile, he never saw me though and made way to Mike, Maya's little brother's room. I watched him dissapear, terror flooding my veins..the screams that came next, echoed out in my head, so terror filled for a 13 year old to make. Laying there, I had my eyes glued to the door that opened slowly, the person was drenched in blood.

"You fucking asshole!"

I heard Erik, Maya's father yell out, I took this cue, while they were distracted to dash to Maya's room, she was soundly asleep but my bursting in had woken her up, her eyes were half glazed over with sleep, I grabbed her by the hand and tried to drag her into the wardrobe, she was very lost and struggled.

"You flippin' maniac! My dad will kill us!"

She yelled, I strained my ears to hear screams and shouts, sounds of stabbing and things falling, until there was a very loud splattering sound, I had to think fast, I gulped and my eyes darted around frantically, trying to think of the least popular spot that the intruder would look, we couldn't run out, too much of a risk. I spotted an abandoned vent that was open slightly.

"Listen, if we don't move, the only one that will kill us, is the fucking maniac in the hallway, move!"

I said as I shoved her in the vent, she got in okay and I darted in, covering it with blankets and teddies as best as I could before pulling back, the vent was large, surprisingly, it was Maya who told me that this was a safe once, but they lost the key code after it was opened, no money had ever been placed in it, this was a pretty convenient thing to have in this situation.

The room was silent, apart from the noise of the rain that was rather heavvy, Maya was telling me to move the items, but I did not want to, I looked about and noticed that the vent was a one way direction, my friend had shook her head vigorously . She did have a point, slightly so we stayed put until the sound of things being dragged could be heard, my brain was being teased, I wanted to look, but I couldn't brace it. 

Then there was that laugh...that fucking...long...laugh...it was utterly insane..Like a madman, the noises of stabbing was heard again, I forced myself to quietly move away, I grabbed onto Maya's leg and she looked at me frantically, I gave her a warning look and she seemed to heed it, we moved back and back until we were at the very end of the vent, both of us sat there, shaking like rats in a cage about to be experimented on. Maya, bless her heart was crying into my chest softly, I was trying to think of how to over come this, when the sound I'd been dreading...the one thing I prayed..not to happen, just happened.

The vent began to get very warm, I don't know if that bastard out there, knew we were in here, or if it was automatic. But the vent started to burn up, Maya was crying harder now and it wasn't long until, smoke began to set in, that bastard...out there, he knew we were in here... but he probably had clocked on that he couldn't get to us, so he'd smoke us out. I had noticed at the top, something glitter, I looked at Maya, she shook her head vigorously. 

"We have to get up there, it could be a way out!"

I murmered to her, despite the heat of the vent, it was making my knuckles blister, but I made my way up, painful burn, through painful burn as we climbed up, the area we got out in, seemed to be her brother's room, the room was bathed from wall to wall in blood, Mike must of put up a hell of a fight before he'd died. Maya was staring at the blood as though she was in a trance, I was terrified as well but, I refused to give up, I had to be strong for her and myself.

"She was killed.."

I heard Maya mumble lowly, I looked at her, clearly confused, she shook her head, I did not push her, even if I wanted to know who the 'She' was...she never meant my mother .. did she? No ... I can't let this get to me not at this time, I strained my ears trying to hear for the intruder , but I heard only the rain, growling lowly I looked around, I spotted a phone, the light in my eyes grew brighter when i saw it had power, Maya was praying to god. If there was one, he was helping right now.

"T-Tell them, there is a k-killer in the house"

She stammered as we hid in the make shift fort in the wardrobe, the phone took what seemed like ages before there was a voice on the end of the phone, the look of happiness on Maya's face, I will remember it forever more. We explained of the predicament and the answer we recieved, cut us in two.

"Listen kid, it's late and we have been having so many prank's, if you are so worried of this, we will send people out but we know you have a record of fake call's so don't pin your hopes on this force, bye kid."

The phone fell limp to my side and the tears trying to escape just fell, the police had failed...they failed me twice.. I looked at Maya and the I felt blood spurt in my face, the moments that followed had gone in slow motion..Maya's eyes began to drain of life and her colorful face paled to white, blood seeped onto my clothes as she fell down out the cupboard, I fell too, shaking in terror and vomit escaping me, I trailed the legs of the man up to his disturbing smile.

"Light's out, little piggies"

Next thing that happened was I felt my heart stop momentarily. flashes of lights and images flood through me, also the sight of Maya, I had watched him decapitate her, no remorse, with a laugh through the air, that... that laugh,...it drove me so crazy...when I woke up, I was strapped down, I had no idea where, the room was dark and I could not see. Voices, men and women were all I heard. The more I moved, the more pain I felt get pressured on me.

"Sir, she's woken up"

I heard a woman state to someone, who, I have no idea, I still don't to this day know who these people are exactly, she was speaking with a man that sounded very refined, he was speaking in a different language now, it was none that I'd ever heard of, before he turned to me and started to ask me numerous questions of what I saw, how I felt, I wanted to scream out at him. But my body hurt so much.

"Miss Renders, are you awake."

I heard the man ask, all I could do was feebly nod, why the fuck could I not speak? was I muted?! did that bastard cut out my vocal box?! I just didn't understand at all, the man went on to bombard me with questions until he stopped.

"Why did you kill Miss Yuna?"

He asked and I was looking at him with a daft expression, I never did anything...to her, I was hiding with her...I would never kill her..what was he meaning. I began to protest as best as I could.

"You say, that she was with you, that there was a murderer, but how did we find , YOUR prints on the knife that was used to butcher the Yuna family, no one elses. Care to explain"

My head was spinning so much, I know I never killed her, I was trying to protect her, I stayed with her until that bastard had got us, I didn't... w-what did they mean?!

"It is very common for sociopaths to try and blame others you know, like when you killed the man who molested you for over an amount of years, you killed them, it was you, wasn't it?!"

He barked at me, I was now screaming profanity at him, I never killed anyone, I could not kill anyone, I am not that sort of person, iI might of threatened it, but I couldn't do it, I am not evil. The man gave out a last breath as he looked over his papers.

"You stated, that you called the police. Yes?"

He asked, I nodded lowly.

"The only call they received, was at 12:45, after the murders, it came from YOUR number, you turned yourself in."

With that he left, I couldn't...of...I never used my phone, not once, it had to be him...had to be that bastard of a killer...I swear to god, I'd get him for this, I promise that.

I don't know how long it was, but , he deemed me mentally stable to leave, I had literally no one to rely on, I was back to living on the streets, my eyes were ever nervous now, after the incidents I'd been through. The mere sound of traffic made me jump, I had to laugh at my state, I was once so brave now I was like a scared little kitten, I wanted revenge on that bastard. 

"You hear? No really! Yea I was there, I saw the bastard flee"

I over heard a conversation and evesdropped coyly, the men never even knew I was there. 

"Yea, the skinny punk had tried to break into some house, apparently a kid fended him off, poor thing got sent to some mental asylum though, told her it was all in her head, last I saw that bastard of a killer still has a grudge."

I pulled away and looked up, new reasons for my burn of revenge, so he wants to kill me, well we will see if I am so easy to kill, I may be human, but he had to be too, I looked for a means of defense or a make shift weapon I could mould to defend myself. I settled for a discarded mirror shard and spent my time sharpening it to the point of accidentally cutting myself, my face brimmed with anger.

"Bring on the night, you fucking maniac"

I vowed silently as I went about my daily task of earning money, only way I knew how by now. Trust me, when you are on the street, no money, you get to some very desperate levels. Don't say, you'd not do it if you were not in my position, I am pretty sure you would if you had no money to live on. Night came and I waited, nothing, in fact, he had not came at all, I sneered. 

"Come on you...wait...that's why..I have yet to set the bait, but...what..who..."

I murmured to myself as I looked about and I spotted a lone prostitute. She was a royal bitch, dominant and loved attention, no one will miss her, no one, so I began to walk over to her, shard raised , her face when she turned was priceless, terror, fear, confusion.

"No one likes an attention whore."

I stated as I stabbed her, but I didn't kill her, no , she was my bait to lure the real killer here, I dragged her bleeding body over to the side of a road near an old cemetery, I carved something into her skin and grinned in a new form of sickening pleasure, it felt...strangely good, to be in control, for me to decide how much was enough or not. I felt like a deity. In control of life and death.

"P-Pulese..."

I heard the girl shaking beside me as I looked at her, annoyance crossing my face, I bent down to hear her and she went silent, she was trying to call the cops, I slashed at her legs. Now she had no issue moving, I left her there like fish for a bear, eventually, I'd get a nibble. I did, I watched the bastard walk over and kick her, she screamed hard as she felt him gut her.

While he was busy I snuck up behind him and I raised the shard in my hand, my face reflected on his knife though and he swung, just scraping my cheek, I kicked him in the face and he staggered back. I lunged at him, but with inhuman strength he stabbed my shoulder, I limped around to hide behind a stone, his eyes ever hungry, scanned.

"Cause of you, my boss gave me a damned sore head, made me leave . ON MY DAY OFF. So I think gutting you up, is far from unfair, you being hauled away, was a brief reprieve"

He shouted out at me , I stayed still, the blood was very thick and was covering my fingers, I listened to him more and more, the aggression growing as he brought up Maya.

"You could of just died with that bitch, but you had to be resillient , didn't you eh? Now look, you are bringing death to others, that prositute, did she deserve it? I was ordered to kill, so you just involved others in my business with you. Shame."

He said fake pity as he landed on my stone , I lashed and cut his eye, he shrieked out in agony as I jumped on him and proceeded to stab relenlessly, he laughed manically as he brought a rock into my side, I rolled off of him and cursed, looking for anything , my eyes spotted the shard, I limped to get the item but felt the rock crash into my back over and over until I was coughing up blood. The male walked to my line of sight and grinned as he held a match out, my eyes widened.

"Time to set this bacon a light."

He stated as he lit the match , my whole being froze, like I was watching a slow motion spit take, before my whole body was on fire, I screeched in utter agony as I rolled around, clawing at my own face, it was agonizing, but slowly, my pain began to fade and so did my vision, until there was nothing but black.

I woke up a while later, but I felt very different, my body was on an old table and I was feeling slightly drained, my eyes could only see in red now, I was scared but felt at the same time calm, I noticed blobs of green blue and yellow, there was a red in it too, other people. With aching pain, I walked over to the source only for it to suddenly flicker to color, I did it again, focused hard and saw the shapes, then unfocused, what the hell... I saw a tall man, a young boy and that bastard.

"YOU!"

I hissed out at the male who looked like he was in a great deal of trouble, the taller one glanced at me then to him and although he was faceless, he seemed to be sighing. The other one, who looked about 12, had a mask on him.

"You told us she was dead, Jeff."

He stated looking pretty annoyed, the one called Jeff, the one that wrecked my life looked as if he was gonna try and kill me again, but the taller one stopped him and looked at me.

"I brought her back."

He said, even I was confused now, why not just let me die, I had no more to live for. I had no one, so why do this to me, I was begging to die, I ran up to the man and pleaded with him to murder me, to do anything, just not to let me live in this body, but , with a stare and a cruel voice, I heard him say.

"Welcome to the family, Mai."

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So that is my story, I still really wish for death, this life... to kill, or to be killed, nothing makes any sense, if you don't kill for the man, you are deemed useless and killed. It's a terryfing life.

If...If anyone has came in contact, with my family...t-tell..them...I'm sorry, tell them I've paid...

But mostly......

Tell them, they are on my fucking kill list.

Now, if you exuse me, I've kept you waiting for long enough, just stay still and, don't move.

*Chainsaw revvs up*

I'd hate to mess up such a pretty head....

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Well here is Mai's story!