Hokay, so I've been writing a non D'nash related story, and I wanna share it with you ;D
I hope you'll like it ;]


Prologue


She was home alone. The film she had watched, was finished. She sighed and shut the TV down. It was quiet around her, except for the sounds the goldfish of her sister made. She smiled. ‘Sleep well Nemo..’ She got up and turned the lights off. Darkness surrounded her. Only the light on the second floor could guide her upstairs without tripping. Quickly she changed her jeans and hoodie for her pyjamas. She tip toed into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Her end was waiting. It was close, so close that you could feel it around her. Minutes left, seconds.. She walked back into her bedroom. In the corner of her eye she saw something moving. Something black, and ominous. She turned around. Her eyes widened. Next to her closet stood a tall man, dressed in black. In his blue eyes shined madness. His lips were pressed in a hard line, but now, at the moment he would be the one who would feel pleasure from her screaming and begging, it turned into a smile. ‘Who are you?’ Her voice was hoarse, although she just had water. ‘I am the beginning of your end, my dear Katelyn..’ He smirked. Katelyn felt the edge of her bed frame against her skin. The cold metal made her shiver. ‘Don’t be afraid Kate..’ He stepped closer, into the light of her bed light. How could he know about her nickname? ‘Oh, I know everything about you, Kate.’ He came closer. ‘You look older than just sixteen.’ He looked askew at her. ‘What do you want? Who are you?’ A slight tone of panic was noticeable. It turned him on even more. She swallowed nervous, trying to swallow the fear away. It was stuck in her throat, and breathing was hard. ‘Does it matter who I am, Kate?’ His voice was nice as pie, but she didn’t bought it. That creep wasn’t here to talk. Not at all. He came closer. Kate looked scared at him, afraid of what would come next. ‘I thought so; no it doesn’t matter who I am.’ Her fear was feeding his erection. How he wanted to hear her scream in fear, feel it. He pulled his knife. Katelyn stared at it, not being able to move. ‘Please, don’t hurt me…’ She said. A tear rolled over her cheek. His smile returned. ‘Please, please.. I’m just sixteen..’ More tears followed. She fell on her knees. ‘I beg you, I’ll do everything, but let me life.. I’m begging you..’ It was tempting to listen to her. No, he couldn’t. He raised his knife. It stabbed into her chest. Satisfaction came from her last scream, the hollow look who took over her eyes, after they had stared surprised at him. She was dead. He pulled his knife back, and left just as quiet as he had came. Part of the night. Part of a nightmare.