Thread: Internet Killers {Love&MrQuixotic}

Internet Killers We've all got the power in our hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones who aren't afraid control life itself. - Richard Ramirez Rain pattered on the glass outside the class from of Hall 156 B, lining the window like a small water fall as it poured down. The hum of the projector filled the class room alongside the rumbling sound of the rain outside caused a still quietness over the class room. Only hushed whispers were passed between students in regards to questions and even the professors lecture lulled out into a wordless noise. The clicking of the projector changing slides was the break in between the quiet stillness of the room. Vivians large blue eyes were set on watching the dark billowy clouds outside the window instead of on the presentation ahead of her. Normally she was the student with the most attention on the subject, her hands vigorously writing her notes and ensuring everything tiny thing was covered in her notes or within her books. To however, was different. Her mind was far from the class room she was sitting in, and she wasnt even taking notes. Her long and thick blonde hair hung around her shoulders as it framed her face to hide her distant look. Chewing absent mindedly on her plump bottom lip. She was spacing out as she could feel the humming in her veins. The urge and the desire was starting to get to her lately. She had been doing really well for a long time now, but once her grandmother died and the medical insurance she had on her fell through due to her grandmothers death, Vivian could feel her mind derailing. Feeling the crawling under her skin, and the feeling inside of her brain that made her feel like she was walking in some strange fog till she could clear herself from the fog. The remedy to think clearly again and to make the tender itching under her skin stop called for measured she could never wrap her mind around. Why did she feel this way? Why couldnt she just be normal? Normal was subjective of course, but she felt like an alien trapped in a body in a world she was not a part of, nor could she escape. Vivian, would you like to leave class to focus on your day dreaming? Or would you like to pay attention to my lecture. The elderly professor expressed from her place at the front of the class, her look was anything but pleased with the lack of interest from the young female. Vivians turned her attention back to the class room she was stuck in and came to notice that all eyes were on her, the professor having stopped class to call her out day dreaming. Her milky colored skin flushed a hue of pink along her cheeks, neck and chest. Embarrassed to be called out like that, it only made the twisted feeling inside of her knot harder in her stomach. ..Im sorry Professor McCoy, just not feeling very well today. She said, her voice was light like the coo of a dove and it seemed to easy the annoyance with Professor McCoy. Pay attention and take your notes, you can sleep at home. She said flatly before turning herself back to the presentation at hand. A few of the other students kept their eyes on Vivian as she looked down at her books and attempted to make herself as small as possible, reading the chapters that will be her home work for the evening. She knew one of the girls in her class looked at her longer than she should have. Monica Lebowski hated her for things that happened all the way back in freshman year, talk about holding a grudge. Monica called her crazy every chance she could and tried to keep other students from making friends with her because of her actions towards Monica so long ago. But those were bad memories, and best push back into the mind. It felt like an eternity before the projector finally went off and the students began to get their books together to leave for the day. The clattering sounds of students suddenly talking and bustling about filled the once quiet room. Vivian sighed, and slowly began to pack her things. She knew she was walking on the edge of her twisted feelings as everything around her felt amplified twenty fold. A soft pounding began to form along the back of her skull, and behind her eyes as she zipped up her messenger bag. More than thankful that the day was over and she could hide herself away in her small apartment, and maybe, just maybe held release this tension and crawling pressure. She needed to get her medication filled Vivian sat down with her messenger bag on her desk, pulling her phone out of her hoodie pocket. Taking a moment to check her missed calls or messages she may have gotten while she was in class. As she did so, Monica walked by her desk and lightly tugged on Vivians messenger bag so that it, and its belongings fell to the floor with a clatter. Sharp blue eyes shot up to look at the taller, dark haired girl who wore a smug smile on her face for her actions. Man, you really are one spacey bitch today. Monica snapped off, looked Vivian over with a look of distaste. Go get more drugs, you meth mouth whore. At Monicas words Vivian ran her tongue over her perfect white teeth with her mouth closed. What a weird insult to say to someone with nice teeth. The only conclusion that Vivian could come up with was that Monica didnt really know what meth mouth was. Which didnt shock Vivian as Monica wasnt the brightest girl. Before Vivian could say anything back Monica had slipped by her and out the classroom door, followed by her small gaggle of friends that chattered on happily about dumb shit. Vivian could still smell Monicas Love Spell perfume from Victorias Secret that lingered in the air from where she had been standing. The scent alone made Vivian mildly nauseous along with the twisting tightness within her that only worsened after that little confrontation she didnt even incite. She hated Monica and she would love to let her tension out on her. But, having been to enough therapy to know that was frown upon by common people it was best not to do that. Gathering her things back up off the floor now that she was the last one in the room, she straightened everything out and headed out of the class room. The Professor didnt even say good bye as she walked out already to consumed in whatever was going on with her computer screen. Vivian made her way down the steps of the school where other students stood around and chatted with her friends, she wasnt in the mood to even speak to the people she would consider friends. She wanted to go back home and lock herself away for a while. Even as her phone vibrated in her pocket from her friend Sarah, she ignored it Stepping out onto the steps of the college. The rain was still nothing but sheets in its down pour, while other students stood around waiting for the rain to stop. Vivian only put her hood up and headed out into the rain. It wasnt a long walk from the college campus to her little apartment in the art walk side of town. All the little shops were closed up because of the cold rain, keeping their goods and services within the warmth of their shops. By the time Vivian made it to her apartment she was soaking wet from head to toe. She lived in a small apartment complex of only three other places outside of her own on the top floor. It was an old building that had once been a lot bigger before a fire in the 30s burnt down the other half of the homes. The elderly woman who lived below her smiled as she passed by her window, even though she didnt see her and kept on walked into the building and up the steps that took her to the second floor. Unlocking her apartment and stepping inside. It was a small studio apartment, with a set of steps that took you up to a loft where her bedroom was. The furniture looked older, but was covered in thick blankets. Oriental designed carpets lined her old hard wood floors and framed painted pictures covered the brick on her walls. Vivian stopped just at the mat by her door, and sighed. Removing her wet shoes and leaving them at the door before she quickly moved to the bathroom as to not get the floor to wet. Stripping down to nothing as she tossed her wet clothing over the shower curtain, a chill was in the room as Vivian shivered and wrung her wet hair out in the sink. The quiet in the apartment was haunting as the pipes in the old buildings walls moaned when other people turned on their water or heat. Still naked Vivian walked from her bathroom and turned on the space heater for her living room area, the small kitchenette and upper floor in the loft. She grabbed up a part of loose fitting sweat pants and tossed those on, with some fuzzy mismatched socks. Throwing on t-shirt two sizes to big that had pizza slices all over it that read, Yea, Im into fitness, Fittin this whole pizza in my mouth. Lying back on her bed, she took a deep breath as it felt like her whole body was pin pricked with tiny hot needles under her skin. She had to find release, and the only way she was going to get it was by caving to the sick desire. Reaching out blindly to her night stand till she found her stack of tossed around hair ties and picked one up. Forcing herself to sit up and tie that wet mess of hair up into a messy bun. The term, Hot mess pictured her perfectly. Chewing on her bottom lip as the fog in her mind started to thicken, she moved mostly without full understanding of her actions. In the small kitchen area of the apartment, she turned on her coffee maker. The warmth form the space heaters was starting to inch away the chill in the room and the soft hum of rain echoed in the quiet area. The TV remote sat on the counter as she picked it up and turned on the TV before opening up the fridge door. Looking for anything in her mostly empty fridge. She didn't want to eat really, she wanted to feel release. But reluctantly she took the left over Chinese out of the fridge and opened up the white box. Grabbing a fork out of one of the drawers, she leaned on the counter and ate her cold noodles. 'Jessika Lokem and James Benson were charged today in the savage rape and murder of their daughter.' '30 car pile up on the high way due to semi crash on I 70 North. Many proclaimed dead at the scene.' 'Cherie McManhon is missing, reward for her safe return' 'Campus rapist Micheal Johnson goes to court today for the rape and attempted murder of three girls at Blue Water's Community College.' Fucking pussy.....bet he was a fucking retard too. Vivian said to herself through a mouthful of noodles as the news report showed a picture of rapist and she nearly choked on a laugh while she was trying to swallow. Oh my god, he's a fucking Mongoloid She continued to snicker as she walked around to the thick and comfortable couch. Must of the things in her apartment were older looking because she had gotten everything from her grand mother's death. Sitting down she sat her food on the wood coffee table as only the new lit the small living room area. Laying back with a sigh she closed her eyes. The sheer idea of those woman being raped made her heart race and Vivian tossed an arm over her eyes. God...what the fuck is wrong with me?!.... She screamed in the darkness of her apartment. Seriously! Normal people don't think about this fuck up shit...stop it Vivian. She argued with herssizeelf, as her mind continued to fantasizes about those pretty girls being made to scream. She was just as beautiful and could have just as easily been a victim. But her mind didn't think about that. With a pathetic whine Vivian kept her eyes covered with one arm while the other slipped into her sweat pants. Pawing lightly at her sex, losing herself in the mental image of those girls being hurt. The urge to scream lingered on the back of her throat as she arched off the couch. Panting heavy as she fingered herself before she came quickly. It had been a long time since she touched herself and....her fantasy was just to go to hold onto. Working herself through her orgasm, she removed her hand from herself and sighed, just laying there for a moment. Hoping that her action would be able to ease the tension she was feeling within herself but it only proved to make it worse. Fuck....... she muttered to herself as she dropped her arm off her eyes and sighed, looking at the news on the TV that had moved on to something but adopting puppies or some shit. With a roll of her blue eyes she sat up and grabbed her lap top. Opening it up and turning it on, she jumped up and over the back of her couch to get a cup of coffee. Much like the excitement a drug addict felt while cutting a line, she smiled and made herself a cup of coffee. She wasn't excited about the coffee, she was going to creep the dark corners of the internet for her favorite things. The murder forums, complete with pictures and videos! Her neighbors only thought she liked to watch horror movies. Oh, if only they knew the truth. That the pretty girl in apartment 39 B was a little sicko. Spending a few hours just cruising through lots of pictures, and big talkers on this site. She would have just went past the message she saw, but she was feeling curious tonight and clicked on it. Only for her quick reading to slow down as she read. There was something in the tone of the message that issued a challenge. It was most likely issued to everyone that happened across this forum but it felt slightly personal to her. Vivian straightened from her slouched Indian style posture on the couch as she sat up, her eye brow cocking. Hmmm.... She said and that mischievous smile came to her plump pink lips. She moved her mouse to open a message to write back with this mysterious person on the other end of the computer. I can see you have little faith in those that say they can handle you. Which is a good thing to have. Little faith in everyone is sensible. But, my question I could pose to you....if can you handle me? Would you be open to see the challenge in someone else, or to look into another persons eyes and see the same mirrored sickness? Would it excite you? I can take it. But how do I know YOU can take it, you talk big on here, but are you really? Prove to me that you not all talk and I'll take on the offer of 'Joining you'. I hope you kill me if I throw up. She sent her message without any hesitation, a wider smile coming to her lips. The crawling sensation under her skin got worse as she shivered. But she was not cold, only the light from the TV and the computer lit the pitch black apartment. A part of her mind told her that speaking with anyone on any of these sites like this was a bad idea....but she couldn't help herself. She needed a FIX. She knew to trust her gut, and right now it was telling her....no screaming at her...to message this person. Cupping her coffee mug close in both hands, she took a sip and watched her computer screen in anticipation. At times she made herself watch some TV to try and stifle out the desire to stalk this site anymore.