BROKEN SKULLS!

songs!
bohemian rhapsody.... queen
murder song............................. aurora

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"NYPD confirms the last victim was a college senior, just like Anna Van Der Walsh and Margot Keller. Her name was Cynthia Becker, only twenty years old, she was an aspiring dancer studying Contemporary in Fine Arts, but her dreams will unfortunately just be dreams. NYPD says the connection between the victims is stronger now, as it is reported to be the same killer. The people on the internet have tagged the Mayor John Smith in their Tweets to alert him about the potential serial killer roaming the streets of Brooklyn. This was Matt Horowitz with New York News, I'll see you on the next update." The hospital lobby TV sounded static. It was an old-school box with buttons.

Charlie sat waiting for his Doctor to check him out, while tapping his feet. "Damn." He sighed at the news. Margot really was dead, and she wasn't the last one. He had been thinking about Lola ever since she came to visit. There was still rage bubbling in his chest. He didn't like being accused, so if she really claimed he was a rapist, Charlie thought he might as well make it believable...

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The night that tied Sunday to Monday. Misty air had settled. Sidewalks and roads crowded with Brooklynites returning from a night out, ready to unwind before they get back to work the next day. It was never anyone's favorite. Mondays.

Lola was a part of the hustle and bustle tonight. She had left her laptop at the repair shop with the intention to pick it back up tomorrow. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sighed, knew that once she turned the corner, she would leave the crowd and dip into the sketchy corners of Brooklyn. Something in her heart told her she should take the shortcut, instead.

The vibration in her back pocket took her by surprise. She drew out her phone, softly smiling at the name across her screen. "Hi."

"Lo, Des just told me you's outside?" Jungkook got to the point, voice laced with concern.

Lola nodded, as if he could see. "Yes. Had to get my laptop fixed. I'm on my way back right now, don't worry."

But he was. Jungkook had been worried ever since the news of Anna Van Der Walsh. He didn't want to jinx it, but Lola could've been next. Clearing his throat, "Why would you go alone, Lo?" Jungkook shuffled on the other end of the line, before he started again. "Where are you right now?"

"At the shortcut by the lake." Lola answered.

"Aight, I'm comin'."

"You don't need to-" Jungkook ended the call before she could protest. Sighing, Lola threw her head back and sighed. She was the fit for all the control, although she knew he did it because he was scared.

Night air taunted her every step. Blowing past her cold face, brushing through her hair, and what not. Lola looked back, doubting the shadow at the end of the tunnel. It was that of a man, ponderous and slender.

Maybe she should've chosen the longer route. Though ever since Jungkook had introduced her to the shortcut, she had taken it instead. This time was not like the rest. It was usually the sun accompanying her on the journey, not the moon.

A dark silhouette followed her through the ominous streetlights flickering eerily. She had picked up her pace, though the space between had not shrunk. Lola's ankles weren't the only things out to get her, it seemed like.

She groaned over the aching bones and turned the corner, following a narrow bridge over a pond. The pond, sheltering tadpoles and frogs, had been surrounded by crickets chirping faintly in the distance.

A cold breeze blew past, and brought shivers down her back. Lola turned back again, squinting her eyes far into the towering trees, and the moonlight casting streaks of white through the leaves.

Whether the shadow belonged to a man or not, Lola jogged quickly across the bridge. Wood chipping under her block heels, and a gentle swoon left and right. Lola felt her heart palpitate.

Her head kept turning back, and back again, and again, until her feet hit the grass on the other side. The heat in her chest was rising, Lola had bumped into someone she would soon recognize.

"Aaaaaaaah!" A large, cold hand had covered her gaping mouth, while an arm snaked around her waist before lifting her off her feet.

Her cries were to no avail, as they disappeared into the void. "Don't worry." Whispered the voice behind her ear, "This won't take long."

The tremble, the anticipation, her heart beating out of her chest, none of it mattered once she heard pants unzipping.

Stomach shattering into a million pieces, there was no escape. Lola couldn't scream, yet she couldn't stay quiet. Her teeth dug into the hand of the man getting ready to lay her down, but she was awarded with a hefty punch on her jaw. "Fucking bitch!"

He had no face. Only a mask, and a pair of eyes glaring wickedly through the holes.

"If you make a sound I'll kill you." He spat. Slimy hands smearing guilt all over her thighs, quickly traveling to her hips. "Laughing at me, huh? Ignoring me? Accusing me? I'll show you how it's done."

Lola couldn't think, she wanted to bite his hand again, but it had been pressing too hard on her face. The back of her head practically melted into the wet grass below.

Gasps knotted in her throat, the minute her skirt had been pulled up to her waist. "Mmfmppfff!!"

Muffles. Only muffles could vibrate in her throat.

Lola's eyes widened with every finger he pressed against her bare stomach. "I've been dreaming of this... for so long."

Tears rolled down the sides of her face. She shut her eyes and drowned herself in the dire reality of it all. Then she remembered, every woman.

Is it ever destined for a woman, or is it a choice that men make? Maybe it is the audacity.

Swaddled sobs, snot bubbles, knees pressed tightly together, despite having prepared instinctively to be taken by a stranger, and to never be given back to yourself. Lola took a deep breath, and kept it there.

"Holy fuck." He uttered, but to Lola it sounded more like fire burning her body from the inside out. "I can finally have you-"

"You fuckin' thought."

Bones cracking, flesh ripping. The sound of leaves rustling, and blood spilling. Lola recognized it. The voice. The pitch.

Her eyes fluttered open to a familiar face, concern written all over it.

"Lola!" Jungkook held her by the arms and pulled her up on her feet. "Lola you good?!"

She had been shell shocked. Even her pupils jittered in fear. Lola wanted to swim in his warm embrace. "Jungkook..." She shook. "Jungkook!"

"I'm here Lo." He caressed her curls, the shade matching her cold face. He could see her under the moonlight. "I'm right here."

They stood there. Alone. Crickets singing a rhythmic tune, while frogs ribbit in the pond, slashing built-up algae across the water...

... Until they heard groans.

Lola jumped back instantly, gasping behind Jungkook's broad back, while the masked guy rolled around in agony.

He held out his hand, "Baby stay back."

Many more groans spilled out disgustingly, once Jungkook stomped his head multiple times. "Fuckin' son of a bitch! Fuckin' bitch!"

Every word assigned with another stomp, each one more powerful than the last one. Fumes. That was all there was in his brown eyes. At that very moment, Jungkook had murder on his mind.

"Stop!" Lola held him by the arm. "Please stop!"

"Motherfucker!" Jungkook didn't listen. He couldn't. Lola had never seen him like this before. It was as though he had lost control of all emotions. "'M gonna fuckin' kill you!"

"Jungkook stop!"

"Imma fuckin' kill you! Son of a bitch!"

His stomps were so strong, the bones in the guy's faces started cracking. He had stopped weeping. Swiftly, Jungkook reached for a rock by his foot, whacking it against Charlie's face repeatedly.

"Jungkook!"

Silence.

Lola had managed to pull him back. Though Jungkook's pupils were wide, and hungry for more. He kicked him in the stomach, only a few times, before getting on one knee to pull the mask off.

"Fuck."

Over his shoulder, Lola took a peek. "Oh my- oh my god!" She gasped. Hand covering her gaping mouth...

..."Charlie?!"

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