Post by vastrix on Jul 17, 2018 1:18:26 GMT -5
“Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne sat in a padded room all by herself. There was no proof of a monster coming in from the ether to attack seven nurses and orderlies in her hospital room. Despite the strange wounds on the people from the sucking teeth of the star vampire that Tabitha had summoned to help her in her hour of need, the blame for the deaths now laid squarely on her shoulders.
She was found to be quite mad and sentenced to return to the asylum on Killswitch Island. She did manage a singular thing. She inexplicably will be allowed to leave the St Dymphna Home for the Criminally Insane to wrestle in her match at the Night of Champions. This was on the case that the asylum be granted eighty percent of the pay that she gets from her match.
Since all of her other needs are met by the asylum that had been her home for over a dozen years, she considers it a fine trade off.
As Tabitha twists and bounces against the padded cell that serves as her temporary home until she can be put on a plane, she knows that it will be difficult to train for her match in a cell. Still, she knows there has been a time in her life that she has dealt with seven opponents or more.
A young Tabitha stands outside of a small frat house. Most of the members have gone to sleep after a long party with a few left in the common room drinking or playing pool.
Tabitha grits her teeth at the thought of the frat members inside. This house at this university had gotten their members off of many sexual assault charges over the years. Tabitha had travelled three states under the cover of darkness, just to reach this point. She had spent a further three weeks watching the patterns of the members to see what they did day by day. Now, she was ready.
Tabitha walked up to the front door of the house, dressed as a slutty witch. Despite the fact that she has just recently turned twelve, she had come into her own early. It was part of the reason that she had beame victim to her father’s advances. She boldly rings the doorbell, holding up a small bag with one hand.
It was still September, but some of these members were idiots.
A frat boy answers the door with a laugh and a drink in his hand. He gives Tabitha a once over in his drunken state.
FRAT BOY: Umm is it Halloween already? Whoa, chick. You’re hawt! Do you want some candy wandy? Trick or treat!
Tabitha inwardly sighs. This man really was either an idiot, drunk as heck, or both. She draws her ritual dagger from the bag while the man stupidly ogles her cleavage. He notices the knife a little too late.
FRAT GUY: What?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Trick!
The blade is moved lightning quick, being used to stab the frat boy in the gut in an upward motion as to tear into the lungs and heart over and over again.
The frat boy looks down at his bleeding torso in shock, trying to hold back the blood streaming from his body with one hand. With his other, he tries to quickly down his drink before he dies.
He succeeds at this, dropping to his knees, and then the ground in front of Tabitha. She drops her bag onto the fresh body and heads into the house.
In the commons room are two people on a couch that are animatedly playing a video game with their back to the entanceway. One of them calls out.
FRAT BOY 2: Hey, Jerry! Who was at the door?
The boy next to him just laughs.
FRAT BOY 3: Jerry’s probably getting blown by his mom.
FRAT BOY 2: Dude! I would totes hit that!
It is this boy that Tabitha chooses to strike next, grabbing him by the hair to pull his head back so that she can draw her ritual dagger across his throat. The other frat boy has his back to this spectacle, laughing when he only hears gurgling.
FRAT BOY 3: Hey, fucktard! No talking and drinking at the same time!
It’s when his friend goes silent that he turns his head to look.
FRAT BOY 3: What the fuck?
Tabitha plunges the ritual dagger into the left eye socket of the frat boy, the tip of the blade nearly coming out through the back of the skull.
Another frat boy walks into the room, laughing as he hears the last boy’s death scream.
FRAT BOY 4: Quit screaming like a little bitch, Jay. What?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Trick or treat?
Before this boy can react, Tabitha draws the bloody dagger from the skull of the corpse and hurls it at the new person. It makes a solid thunk as it strikes him in the chest, piercing his heart. He drops a large tupperware bowl of popcorn and clutches at the blade.
FRAT BOY 4: Yooouu biiitch…
For some strange reason, this frat boy rips the knife from his wound and attempts to throw it back at Tabitha. It misses and thunks into the torso of dead Jay, who has a hole in his eye. This brings out a fountain of blood from the frat boy’s chest as he drops to his knees and then onto his face. He sighs quietly, shuddering as he dies.
Tabitha seizes her dagger with a smile. This left only three members remaining in the building Three members that she had seen go to bed from his point of view.
Tabitha licks the blood from the blade as if in deep thought, concentrating on what direction to go to get to the beds of the three remaining frat members. She smiles as her route comes to mind.
She silently opens the door to one dorm room, mentally dancing when she sees that both beds are occupied. She quickly crosses the room, thrusting her ritual dagger into the underside of one boy’s chin to send the blade into his brain. The second boy wakes up, looking around with bleary eyes.
FRAT BOY 5: What’s going on?
Tabitha moves quickly, blocking the dying boy with her body, and bringing her cleavage to bear against the boy so all he sees is blood splattered cleavage.
The blood doesn’t faze the boy so much as the boobs. He looks up to see the face that the boobs belongs to and is attacked by a passionate kiss. He only resists for a second, seeming to melt into the moment.
That is until Tabitha perches herself on top of him and punches him in the throat. The blow stuns the boy enough for Tabitha to lock in a choke hold while pressing her thumbs into his windpipe.
Within seconds, the boy gives up the fight. Tabitha jumps off of the boy to grab her knife and finish him off.
TABITHA OSBORNE: One to go…
Tabitha opens the door to the dorm room, making her way slowly to the final room. She starts to open the door, but stops opening the door at a crack when she hears a soft grunting. She peers through the crack in the door to see a flickering light from a computer monitor. She squints in the low light of the room to see the final frat boy. He’s sitting in the chair in front of the computer with headphones on with his hand gliding up and down the length of his erect member. Her eyes go wide at the sight.
TABITHA OSBORNE: He’s playing with himself?
With everyone else in the house dead, Tabitha stands up straight and kicks in the door. This scares the sperm straight out of the last frat boy. Tabitha rushes into the room with a primal scream, her first slash at the boy’s face where he uses both hands to block his face.
Tabitha twists the blade, missing the hands, and piercing straight through the deflating member to pin it to the chair.
The boy looks down at his penis being pinned to the chair and looks up at the standing Tabitha with his eyes wide. He screams, he looks down, screams again, looks up, and screams yet again.
Tabitha pulls the blade out of the boy, slashing him so viciously across the throat that she scores the vertebrae in the neck.
Tabitha smiles in victory. These are men who will never assault another woman ever again.
She opens her eyes, back in the padded room as orderlies and security open the door to ready her for transport to the airport that will take her to Killswitch Island until the Night of Champions or until Girl’s Night Out at SSS.
TABITHA OSBORNE: It’ll be good to be back home. I think my cell missed me.
She was found to be quite mad and sentenced to return to the asylum on Killswitch Island. She did manage a singular thing. She inexplicably will be allowed to leave the St Dymphna Home for the Criminally Insane to wrestle in her match at the Night of Champions. This was on the case that the asylum be granted eighty percent of the pay that she gets from her match.
Since all of her other needs are met by the asylum that had been her home for over a dozen years, she considers it a fine trade off.
As Tabitha twists and bounces against the padded cell that serves as her temporary home until she can be put on a plane, she knows that it will be difficult to train for her match in a cell. Still, she knows there has been a time in her life that she has dealt with seven opponents or more.
A young Tabitha stands outside of a small frat house. Most of the members have gone to sleep after a long party with a few left in the common room drinking or playing pool.
Tabitha grits her teeth at the thought of the frat members inside. This house at this university had gotten their members off of many sexual assault charges over the years. Tabitha had travelled three states under the cover of darkness, just to reach this point. She had spent a further three weeks watching the patterns of the members to see what they did day by day. Now, she was ready.
Tabitha walked up to the front door of the house, dressed as a slutty witch. Despite the fact that she has just recently turned twelve, she had come into her own early. It was part of the reason that she had beame victim to her father’s advances. She boldly rings the doorbell, holding up a small bag with one hand.
It was still September, but some of these members were idiots.
A frat boy answers the door with a laugh and a drink in his hand. He gives Tabitha a once over in his drunken state.
FRAT BOY: Umm is it Halloween already? Whoa, chick. You’re hawt! Do you want some candy wandy? Trick or treat!
Tabitha inwardly sighs. This man really was either an idiot, drunk as heck, or both. She draws her ritual dagger from the bag while the man stupidly ogles her cleavage. He notices the knife a little too late.
FRAT GUY: What?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Trick!
The blade is moved lightning quick, being used to stab the frat boy in the gut in an upward motion as to tear into the lungs and heart over and over again.
The frat boy looks down at his bleeding torso in shock, trying to hold back the blood streaming from his body with one hand. With his other, he tries to quickly down his drink before he dies.
He succeeds at this, dropping to his knees, and then the ground in front of Tabitha. She drops her bag onto the fresh body and heads into the house.
In the commons room are two people on a couch that are animatedly playing a video game with their back to the entanceway. One of them calls out.
FRAT BOY 2: Hey, Jerry! Who was at the door?
The boy next to him just laughs.
FRAT BOY 3: Jerry’s probably getting blown by his mom.
FRAT BOY 2: Dude! I would totes hit that!
It is this boy that Tabitha chooses to strike next, grabbing him by the hair to pull his head back so that she can draw her ritual dagger across his throat. The other frat boy has his back to this spectacle, laughing when he only hears gurgling.
FRAT BOY 3: Hey, fucktard! No talking and drinking at the same time!
It’s when his friend goes silent that he turns his head to look.
FRAT BOY 3: What the fuck?
Tabitha plunges the ritual dagger into the left eye socket of the frat boy, the tip of the blade nearly coming out through the back of the skull.
Another frat boy walks into the room, laughing as he hears the last boy’s death scream.
FRAT BOY 4: Quit screaming like a little bitch, Jay. What?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Trick or treat?
Before this boy can react, Tabitha draws the bloody dagger from the skull of the corpse and hurls it at the new person. It makes a solid thunk as it strikes him in the chest, piercing his heart. He drops a large tupperware bowl of popcorn and clutches at the blade.
FRAT BOY 4: Yooouu biiitch…
For some strange reason, this frat boy rips the knife from his wound and attempts to throw it back at Tabitha. It misses and thunks into the torso of dead Jay, who has a hole in his eye. This brings out a fountain of blood from the frat boy’s chest as he drops to his knees and then onto his face. He sighs quietly, shuddering as he dies.
Tabitha seizes her dagger with a smile. This left only three members remaining in the building Three members that she had seen go to bed from his point of view.
Tabitha licks the blood from the blade as if in deep thought, concentrating on what direction to go to get to the beds of the three remaining frat members. She smiles as her route comes to mind.
She silently opens the door to one dorm room, mentally dancing when she sees that both beds are occupied. She quickly crosses the room, thrusting her ritual dagger into the underside of one boy’s chin to send the blade into his brain. The second boy wakes up, looking around with bleary eyes.
FRAT BOY 5: What’s going on?
Tabitha moves quickly, blocking the dying boy with her body, and bringing her cleavage to bear against the boy so all he sees is blood splattered cleavage.
The blood doesn’t faze the boy so much as the boobs. He looks up to see the face that the boobs belongs to and is attacked by a passionate kiss. He only resists for a second, seeming to melt into the moment.
That is until Tabitha perches herself on top of him and punches him in the throat. The blow stuns the boy enough for Tabitha to lock in a choke hold while pressing her thumbs into his windpipe.
Within seconds, the boy gives up the fight. Tabitha jumps off of the boy to grab her knife and finish him off.
TABITHA OSBORNE: One to go…
Tabitha opens the door to the dorm room, making her way slowly to the final room. She starts to open the door, but stops opening the door at a crack when she hears a soft grunting. She peers through the crack in the door to see a flickering light from a computer monitor. She squints in the low light of the room to see the final frat boy. He’s sitting in the chair in front of the computer with headphones on with his hand gliding up and down the length of his erect member. Her eyes go wide at the sight.
TABITHA OSBORNE: He’s playing with himself?
With everyone else in the house dead, Tabitha stands up straight and kicks in the door. This scares the sperm straight out of the last frat boy. Tabitha rushes into the room with a primal scream, her first slash at the boy’s face where he uses both hands to block his face.
Tabitha twists the blade, missing the hands, and piercing straight through the deflating member to pin it to the chair.
The boy looks down at his penis being pinned to the chair and looks up at the standing Tabitha with his eyes wide. He screams, he looks down, screams again, looks up, and screams yet again.
Tabitha pulls the blade out of the boy, slashing him so viciously across the throat that she scores the vertebrae in the neck.
Tabitha smiles in victory. These are men who will never assault another woman ever again.
She opens her eyes, back in the padded room as orderlies and security open the door to ready her for transport to the airport that will take her to Killswitch Island until the Night of Champions or until Girl’s Night Out at SSS.
TABITHA OSBORNE: It’ll be good to be back home. I think my cell missed me.
