The End Of My Black Dahlia
A/N: Alright! So this is the original "The End", fully titled "The End Of My Black Dahlia." I wrote this May 6, 2010 while constantly listening to Blue October's The End. All the characters in this are human. This is one of the stories I hold dear to me with pride and joy. It contains, in this order, murder, rape, murder and suicide. As of late, Blue October has been a major inspiration for my writing. As of right now, they are my muse. Well, not only Blue October is, but Hollywood Undead is as well. So I took two of my, as of right now, favorite song titles and made a story to it. The Hollywood Undead song is My Black Dahlia. So I hope, if you liked "The End," you enjoy this one as well. I realize rape is not something to enjoy, but I want you to enjoy the quality of the piece. Please excuse any spelling errors. I wrote this one on my iPod. Marked extreme for language, gore and rape.
Markus sat in the grass in the backyard of what used to be his humble abode. Juliet and he had been seperated for the last couple of months and as rumour got to him, the cheap whore was already fucking other men. Markus loved her, he loved her with all of his heart, but he had to witness this all for himself he heard two car doors slam and juliet's musical voice, followed by the low, husky voice of another man. He made his way to her bedroom window slowly, feet bare so he made little noise. He stared in the window, seeing his wife practically dry fucking the other man who Markus recognized. James was supposed to be his best friend! What kind of sick and twisted fuck would fuck his best friends ex-wife? Markus continued to watch through the window as James and Juliet stripped one another of their clothes. James pushed the woman down against the bed and slowly ground his hips against hers, pressing he head of his length against juliet's wet lips. Juliet moaned out, craving more. James bucked his hips and the head went in with a wet slick. She moaned out and lowered her hips, working his thick phallus deeper. The two were releasing simultanious moans as James sped up his pace, slowed his pace and sped up more. Juliet screamed out in pleasure.
How far would Markus go just to fix this bullshit? He wanted to replace the heart that just shattered into a trillion tiny pieces. His dahlia, his love, his heart just lost everything. It wa like she never really loved him as he had loved her. He had to fix it all on his own. He convinced himself that the only thing left was... The end.
Quietly, Markus stood, cold metal pressed against his waist line. He growled low as he walked through the back yard, stepping on a large rock and quietly opening the back window. He climbed in and landed on the ground with a soft thud, the linolium floor warm compared to his cold, dirt covered feet. His body trembled violently and his breathing was shakey. He placed a hand on the cold metal in the band of his pants, moans echoing throughout the house. Markus walked to the door and stood there in the darkness, watching as the love of his life and his supposed best friend fucked, James thrusting roughly, his cock plunging deeper and deeper in Juliet's damp fuck hole. Their hips rocked with one another and Markus stared, the color of his vision changing from actual color to red, control not in his grasp any longer. His brain felt like a knife and a million tiny shards of glass were stabbing him horendously. He growled low as he listened to the slapping of male and female flesh against each other and the squishing of the backstabbers cock thrusting deep in the cheap whores pussy.
Markus walked into the room, the hard wood different from the carpeting of the living room. He pulled out the black metal hand gun and pointed it at the two of them.
"I know I'm not supposed to be here! I just had to see if the fucking rumours were true! You're a cheap whore, Juliet! James! You twisted son of a fucking bitch! Get the fuck off of her!" Markus had a crazed look in his eyes. James and Juliet both had a terrorfied look in their eyes as they removed themselves from one another.
"I fucking loved you Juliet! You gave me hate! You finally showed me what the fuck hate really is you cheating whore!" markus yelled. He grabbed James' shirt and quickly tied the mans arms behind his back. Markus snarled.
"how many times have you fucked her James?! What about while I was fucking with her!?" Markus snapped.
"we've been seeing eachother for the last six months..." James answered, causing Markus to snap completely,"You filthy fuckig whore!" he yelled at Juliet. He looked at James, "Open your fucking mouth! Open it you filthy piece of shit!" The man yelled. With trembling muscles, James opened his mouth and Markus crammed the barrel of the pistol in his mouth.
"Laugh it up fucker! This is the last fucking thing you two will do as a fucking couple!" Markus shouted. James was crying in fear, his entire body trembling. He looked at Markus with pleading eyes as Markus cocked the gun and slowly began to squeeze the trigger. He let out muffled cries and agonized whines and pleads as Markus smirked a twisted, psychotic smirk.
"Some best fuckin' friend you are, you cheap son of a fucking bitch!" Markus snapped and squeezed the trigger, brains of mush spattering against the bed and wall. James' lifeless body fell back, one last gasp and his bowels released, the scent of piss, shit and blood filling the room. Markus grinned and licked his lips, looking at Juliet. He undid his pants and reache for juliet's head, grabbing her hair and knotting it tightly on his hand, other hand holding the gun to her head. He had a sadistic, disgusting grin on his mug. He pressed his limp cock against her face, "suck. Now!" he snarled.
Juliet cried as she put shaky hands on her ex-husbands hips and took the flaccid girth into her mouth. Bobbing her head slowly. Markus moaned out and felt his flaccid phallus slowly harden with the blood flowing fast through his body. Juliet sobbed as she continued to bob her head, the male tightening his grip on her hair.
Markus' cock grew hard and he forced it down her throat. She sobbed and gagged, holding back the vomit from coming up and getting all over the man. He ripped her mouth from his cock and pulled her up by her hair, slamming her against the wall forcefully. He held the gun to her temple and forced her legs apart.
"Guide my cock in." he clicked his teeth in anger. She slowly guided his cock to her sopping wet pussy lips, slowly easing it between. He thrusted violently in, causin her to cry out. He began to relentlessly pound into her inner walls, but grew bored rather fast. He figured do something that she would never allow him to do when they were together. He pulled his cock out and forced her to turn around and bend over. He pinned her so she had no means of escape and spread her cheeks, roughtly forcing his swollen cock into her shit hole all at once, tearing her open. He began to fuck her ass relentlessly, blood trickling down his length and balls, dribbling on the floor.
Markus ground his teeth as he continued to buck his hips roughly. She cried loudly, obviously not wanting any of this.
"You shouldn't have been a cheap whore, Juliet! You should have never fucked with me! You're a stupid cunt, you worthless piece of shit!" he yelled as he continued to rape the woman he thought he loved. He pulled her hair roughly as he felt his body begin to convulse. He thrusted hard and released a long awaited load deep into her bowels. He pulled out his shit and blood covered cock. He pulled her up roughtly and pressed the gun against her back, "now Juliet... You're going to clean off the fucking mess you made. If you puke, you clean more." she tried to protest and he forced her down and forced her to turn around. He pressed his dirty phallus against her lips and put the gun to her head again. She opened her mouth and began to lick the wretched cock. She gaged and vomitted. He cocked the gun and she began to clean everything off.
Once cleaned, he pulled her up and growled. He forced her against the wall and jammed the gun under her chin.
"I love you, fucking whore. " he growled and pulled the trigger. One last gasp, her bladder released and her body dropped dead. He put the gun to his mouth and smiled, pullin the trigger. The last thing he saw was black.