My fair lady [chapter 3/?]
Fanfic: My fair lady
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairings: JongKey, 2min, OnKey. (slight OnJong in the end.)
Rating: R.
Genre: horror, AU, gore
Length: 1,059 words
Warning: creepy, scary, weird. srsly. you've been warned.
A/N: Inspired by Kuroshitsuji (manga/ anime series). I srsly recommend watching it. cuz the manga's not done yet.
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“Make it out of steel and stone, steel and stone, steel and stone. Make it out of steel and stone, my fair Minho.”
Kibum cackled and stared down at his subject. Minho was lying down on a metal bed, his torso, arms, hands legs and feet binded with leather. “This won’t hurt one bit. It won’t hurt at all.” He grinned down at Minho, whose eyes were slowly opening, and continued cutting down Minho’s stomach with his blade.
Jong Hyun had been sitting on a chair beside Taemin the whole time, playing the music box to distract himself from everything else. His eyes were closed again, as he tried not to look around that dreaded room. Even if he couldn’t see it, he remembered the whole place perfectly. It had a musky smell of preservatives, mixed with rust, and a hint of rotting meat. He could almost feel the stares of the beheaded doll heads that hung from the ceiling burning holes through his back. He could almost see the glint coming from the odd knick knacks that were nailed on the wall. He could feel the grime on the floor from underneath his bare feet, and the whole place just disgusted him. He wanted to run away. But there was nothing much he could do.
Soon after, Minho’s struggles came out muffled from the cloth that was tied around his mouth; Kibum chuckled in amusement and watched him squirm about, knowing that his efforts were futile. Minho moved his head around, inspecting the room. He was scared, and confused. Where was he?
“Shh. Don’t struggle, it’s okay, Minho.” Key whispered in his ear soothingly, running his hair through the boy’s curly brown tresses. “It’ll all be over before you know it.” He placed a longing kiss on the boy’s forehead and reached into his stomach, pulling out what seemed to be intestines.
Suddenly, Taemin’s muffled screams were heard, as he toppled off the chair. Key hissed and turned around, the intestines still in his hands. “Jong Hyun! Pick him up and silence him this instant.”
Jong Hyun’s eyelids opened, as he rushed to Taemin’s side. He patted his head gently, soothingly, and sat him back up on the chair. He couldn’t say what he intended to, so instead, he carefully rested his right hand on top of his eyes, obscuring his vision of what Kibum was doing to Minho. He ushered the small music box into the younger boy’s hands, and cranked the lever on the side. It slowly played to the tune of “pop goes the weasel”, and it seemed to tone down Taemin’s uneasiness, even by just a little.
“All around the metal bed, Kibum played with Minho. Kibum thought t’was so much fun! Till Minho bit his hand…”
Kibum sang, and frowned down at the red, throbbing crescent shape on his palm. He drew his hand back, and slapped it hard against Minho’s cheek. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes down at him, but Minho remained silent. Kibum’s expression softened, as he placed his hand on Minho’s cheek once more, to caress it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to damage you like that.” He apologized, before placing another kiss on his forehead. With that, he tilted his head backwards, as he placed the intestines near his mouth, and devoured it. Blood was smeared across his face, dripped down his chin, and was splattered all over his white lab coat. He flashed the boy a toothy grin, before he stuck his hand up his chest, breaking though the skin, muscle, and Minho’s rib cage. Minho let out a muffled yell in pain, and he writhed around, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. Kibum grabbed what he was aiming for, and felt it thump against his palm.
Kibum tightened his grip on it, before he pulled it out of the boy’s chest. He smiled as he watched the life leave out of Minho’s eyes. In his opinion, that was the best part of the whole thing. He gaped at the beauty of it; nothing can beat that in Kibum’s eyes. Well, maybe except for him. He turned slowly, the heart still beating slightly in his heart, and walked towards the blonde. He took a small bite out of the heart, savouring the taste of fresh, warm blood in his mouth. “Jong Hyun, open your eyes and look at me.”
Jong Hyun hesitantly did as he was told, and immediately landed his eyes on the lump of muscle that sat in Kibum’s hand. He felt himself shaking once more, and Taemin’s eyes were getting damp. Jong Hyun lifted his hand off Taemin’s eyes to wipe the tears away, but the younger one started crying and panicking even more. Kibum’s grin grew wider as he stood there and watched the whole thing unfold. Jong Hyun was worried about the boy, but there was nothing he could do to stop things from happening. He felt his eyes dampen as well, and he just let the tears flow.
“Jong Hyun! I told you to stop crying, you’ll ruin your clothes! Oh, look, you’ve already stained it.” Kibum frowned, staring at the red droplets that were scattered on Jong Hyun’s clothes. “Now I have to undress you again.” he exhaled sharply. “Then again, that’s not always a bad thing…” a smirk found its way on Key’s lips, as he rested them quickly on Jong Hyun’s. “Wait for me, okay, darling?” he skipped happily along towards Taemin, and pried him off Jong Hyun. “Hand him over, babe.” Kibum frowned at Jong Hyun, and again, he did as he was told.
“Kibum, Kibum, quite the hoodlum. How does your garden grow? With scalpels, tweezers, butcher knives, and pretty boys all in a row”
Kibum started singing as he pulled Taemin on a separate metal bed. Jong Hyun sat and shook, letting his clothes soak up all of his tears. They weren’t ordinary tears; they were tears of blood. He cast his gaze down, trying not to watch what Kibum was doing to Taemin. Key untied Taemin’s gag and the boy’s piercing shriek filled the room. Key plastered another grin on his face, and Jong Hyun closed his eyes, but the sound still rang in his ears.
"Make it out of porcelain, porcelain, porcelain. Make it out of porcelain, my fair Taemin."
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**lol. I tried my best to mutilate other nursery rhymes, butfailed. xD Like, pop goes the weasel and that mary mary quite contrary song. idek.. hahah. yes, this chapter is quite. ugh. but. uhm. well, i cant promise anything, but this might be the last of the gory shit like this. I'll try to tone it done from now. xD**
Author: Pixziestikxz
Pairings: JongKey, 2min, OnKey. (slight OnJong in the end.)
Rating: R.
Genre: horror, AU, gore
Length: 1,059 words
Warning: creepy, scary, weird. srsly. you've been warned.
A/N: Inspired by Kuroshitsuji (manga/ anime series). I srsly recommend watching it. cuz the manga's not done yet.
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“Make it out of steel and stone, steel and stone, steel and stone. Make it out of steel and stone, my fair Minho.”
Kibum cackled and stared down at his subject. Minho was lying down on a metal bed, his torso, arms, hands legs and feet binded with leather. “This won’t hurt one bit. It won’t hurt at all.” He grinned down at Minho, whose eyes were slowly opening, and continued cutting down Minho’s stomach with his blade.
Jong Hyun had been sitting on a chair beside Taemin the whole time, playing the music box to distract himself from everything else. His eyes were closed again, as he tried not to look around that dreaded room. Even if he couldn’t see it, he remembered the whole place perfectly. It had a musky smell of preservatives, mixed with rust, and a hint of rotting meat. He could almost feel the stares of the beheaded doll heads that hung from the ceiling burning holes through his back. He could almost see the glint coming from the odd knick knacks that were nailed on the wall. He could feel the grime on the floor from underneath his bare feet, and the whole place just disgusted him. He wanted to run away. But there was nothing much he could do.
Soon after, Minho’s struggles came out muffled from the cloth that was tied around his mouth; Kibum chuckled in amusement and watched him squirm about, knowing that his efforts were futile. Minho moved his head around, inspecting the room. He was scared, and confused. Where was he?
“Shh. Don’t struggle, it’s okay, Minho.” Key whispered in his ear soothingly, running his hair through the boy’s curly brown tresses. “It’ll all be over before you know it.” He placed a longing kiss on the boy’s forehead and reached into his stomach, pulling out what seemed to be intestines.
Suddenly, Taemin’s muffled screams were heard, as he toppled off the chair. Key hissed and turned around, the intestines still in his hands. “Jong Hyun! Pick him up and silence him this instant.”
Jong Hyun’s eyelids opened, as he rushed to Taemin’s side. He patted his head gently, soothingly, and sat him back up on the chair. He couldn’t say what he intended to, so instead, he carefully rested his right hand on top of his eyes, obscuring his vision of what Kibum was doing to Minho. He ushered the small music box into the younger boy’s hands, and cranked the lever on the side. It slowly played to the tune of “pop goes the weasel”, and it seemed to tone down Taemin’s uneasiness, even by just a little.
“All around the metal bed, Kibum played with Minho. Kibum thought t’was so much fun! Till Minho bit his hand…”
Kibum sang, and frowned down at the red, throbbing crescent shape on his palm. He drew his hand back, and slapped it hard against Minho’s cheek. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes down at him, but Minho remained silent. Kibum’s expression softened, as he placed his hand on Minho’s cheek once more, to caress it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to damage you like that.” He apologized, before placing another kiss on his forehead. With that, he tilted his head backwards, as he placed the intestines near his mouth, and devoured it. Blood was smeared across his face, dripped down his chin, and was splattered all over his white lab coat. He flashed the boy a toothy grin, before he stuck his hand up his chest, breaking though the skin, muscle, and Minho’s rib cage. Minho let out a muffled yell in pain, and he writhed around, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. Kibum grabbed what he was aiming for, and felt it thump against his palm.
Kibum tightened his grip on it, before he pulled it out of the boy’s chest. He smiled as he watched the life leave out of Minho’s eyes. In his opinion, that was the best part of the whole thing. He gaped at the beauty of it; nothing can beat that in Kibum’s eyes. Well, maybe except for him. He turned slowly, the heart still beating slightly in his heart, and walked towards the blonde. He took a small bite out of the heart, savouring the taste of fresh, warm blood in his mouth. “Jong Hyun, open your eyes and look at me.”
Jong Hyun hesitantly did as he was told, and immediately landed his eyes on the lump of muscle that sat in Kibum’s hand. He felt himself shaking once more, and Taemin’s eyes were getting damp. Jong Hyun lifted his hand off Taemin’s eyes to wipe the tears away, but the younger one started crying and panicking even more. Kibum’s grin grew wider as he stood there and watched the whole thing unfold. Jong Hyun was worried about the boy, but there was nothing he could do to stop things from happening. He felt his eyes dampen as well, and he just let the tears flow.
“Jong Hyun! I told you to stop crying, you’ll ruin your clothes! Oh, look, you’ve already stained it.” Kibum frowned, staring at the red droplets that were scattered on Jong Hyun’s clothes. “Now I have to undress you again.” he exhaled sharply. “Then again, that’s not always a bad thing…” a smirk found its way on Key’s lips, as he rested them quickly on Jong Hyun’s. “Wait for me, okay, darling?” he skipped happily along towards Taemin, and pried him off Jong Hyun. “Hand him over, babe.” Kibum frowned at Jong Hyun, and again, he did as he was told.
“Kibum, Kibum, quite the hoodlum. How does your garden grow? With scalpels, tweezers, butcher knives, and pretty boys all in a row”
Kibum started singing as he pulled Taemin on a separate metal bed. Jong Hyun sat and shook, letting his clothes soak up all of his tears. They weren’t ordinary tears; they were tears of blood. He cast his gaze down, trying not to watch what Kibum was doing to Taemin. Key untied Taemin’s gag and the boy’s piercing shriek filled the room. Key plastered another grin on his face, and Jong Hyun closed his eyes, but the sound still rang in his ears.
"Make it out of porcelain, porcelain, porcelain. Make it out of porcelain, my fair Taemin."
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**lol. I tried my best to mutilate other nursery rhymes, butfailed. xD Like, pop goes the weasel and that mary mary quite contrary song. idek.. hahah. yes, this chapter is quite. ugh. but. uhm. well, i cant promise anything, but this might be the last of the gory shit like this. I'll try to tone it done from now. xD**