Don't Mind Me

Alright, the tie's broken. Get on with the next chapter already!

Ya Soli~ This is amazing~! Free choice for the readers makes it so involved in the story and its good too~ Really great~

Well...I actually personally wanted A. Hehe.

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"I'm sorry Anne, but isn't it getting a bit late?"

"It is, but would you not say that wine tastes better under a moonlit night?"

"Going home to my bed and landing face-first into my pillow sounds the most delicious right now."

I get up to leave, when I suddenly feel Anastasia's hand pulling me back.

"Wait! Don't go, Celine. Could you not share at least one glass with me?"

"We've had a wonderful dinner, Anne, but I'd like to just go home now."

I take a step back and try to pull my hand away, but Anastasia gets up as well. As I pull back, she moves closer, and she suddenly pulls my hand to her bosom.

"Please, stay here with me, Celine."

"...I can't, Anne. That's asking too much from me."

"But we're childhood friends, are we not? You used to play at my mansion all the time!"

*Thump*

"...I'm just tired, Anne. I just want to go to bed."

*Thump*

"You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, we have more than enough room for you."

*Thump*

"I told Tsubaki I'd be coming back tonight."

*Thump*

"You could call her and tell her you're sleeping over instead."

*Thump*

"That would just worry her."

*Thump*

"And right now, my biggest worry is you leaving!"

*Thump*

"I love you, Celine!"

*Thump*

"Please, please stay here with me. Don't leave me alone tonight."

*Thump*

"Can you feel it? My heart pounding? I...I can't believe I finally worked up the courage to tell you, Celine. Please, tell me you love me too..."

I quickly pull my hand away from her, and I stand there for a moment, in utter surprise. Then, I turn around and move to run, before catching myself and saying,

"...I'm sorry, Anne."

I sprint out of there, but not before hearing the sound of something dropping, most likely her legs. I know. I know I've just done a terrible thing. But I can't stop. Even though I tell my body to stop, it won't listen to me. I reach the main gate and my body instinctively opens it while I dash out, letting the gate close by itself.

I'm running past the woods on a path I can barely make out from the moonlight. But I can't stop. My body keeps running and running, and I almost trip a few times, coming close to landing on my face, but I keep running. My breathing is like a wild animal's, and sweat is pouring down my face. I eventually run past the trees, down the hill, and make it back to the city. I run a bit more before collapsing onto my hands and knees. A dizziness attacks me, and it feels like my head is turning into hot mush. My vision warps and I break out into a cold sweat. My hearing fades and it's replaced by this weird buzzing. I don't want to be seen, weak and collapsed, so I do my best to crawl into an alleyway, trying to hide from any potential dangers.

"Why hello. There."

I hear something like a voice, but I'm unable to hear clearly due to my dizziness and the weird buzzing in my ears. Suddenly, someone's hand strokes my back.

"Take. Deep breaths. Try to take. In as much. Oxygen as you can."

I hear something about breathing, so I try to breathe as much as I can.

"There, there. That is. Much better, right?"

Someone's hand is gently stroking my back. After breathing several times, I start to feel my dizziness fade, and the buzzing going away slightly. I try to stand up, but then the dizziness and buzzing comes back, full force. I collapse again, this time with my back to the wall. My vision is still warped, so I close my eyes.

"Do not move. Like that yet. It usually takes. About ten minutes. Before the dizziness fades".

After pressing my back to the wall, I can feel how I'm completely drenched in sweat. My eyes are still closed, but I feel someone taking my hands and gently rubbing them.

"...Thank you...that feels much better..."

"Just keep. Breathing. I will be here. For you."

I hadn't realized, but it seems I had lost sensation throughout my limbs. The person's gentle massage seems to help fluctuate my blood flow, making it better. After breathing and relaxing for ten minutes, I feel like the dizziness has completely gone away.

"You seem to. Be getting better. Please rest. A bit more. I will get. Something for us."

The person stops rubbing my hands, and I hear footsteps fading away. I sit there, breathing gently and trying to cool off, when I finally remember my current circumstances: alone, weak, and defenseless in an alleyway. And who was that person? I open my eyes and I'm able to see a dark and empty alle-wait, what was that? My eyes shoot towards something glinting in the moonlight. I stare at it more closely, and I realize it's some sort of liquid. There seems to be more, and my eyes follow a trail leading to a-oh god. I immediately bend over and throw up onto the ground.

In the back of the alleyway.

A human head.

It's eyes have been plucked out.

It's jaw is gone.

It's tongue has been ripped out.

Bits and pieces of flesh are scattered everywhere.

My eyes are fixed onto the corpse.

I'm unable to tear my eyes away.

Because I finally notice.

She looks like me.

"...I'm back."

And now, I know who this person is.

"You made a. Mess. Let me help. Clean you up."

I'm unable to bear it any longer and I feel my mind slip away. Everything starts to fade to black.

"Oh. Please do not. Sleep here."

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"...Ugh..."

I wearily open my eyes, and stare up into a white ceiling. I slowly sit up, and lean my back against a bedstand.

"Where...where am I?"

I look around and find myself in a room I've never been in before. A window is to my left, and sunshine is pouring in. My eyes finally rest on a figure lying down on a couch. It's a young woman, with medium light blonde hair. It seems she's still sleeping.

A) Wake the woman up.
B) Get up and look around more.
C) Examine the woman more closely.

Crap...suspense...

Let's go with B. I don't trust the woman yet.

Two words...Aw shit!...Damn! Should have picked A...

I agree...Can never be too cautious you know? So I say B.

Am I a bad writer?

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Okay, okay, calm down, Celine. First things first. I lift up the sheets and take a good look at my body. Okay, I don't seem to be missing any organs and I don't have any new scars. But I am wearing pajamas not my own. Ugh... I shudder.

I get out of the bed and look around more. This seems to be a cheap apartment; it's one of those one-room apartments, except this one is still pretty big and spacious. There are two doors, one seems to be an exit, and one seems to lead to another room. I look around, but I can't find my clothes anywhere. This is bad, I had important stuff in those clothes. My wallet, cellphone, everything were in those clothes! I need to find them...!

I still can't find anything, so I decide to check out the next room. I quietly open the door and enter. It's dark in here...

I move my hands against the wall trying to find the light switch, but I can't find one. I walk further into the room until my face hits something. What is this...a chain...?

I touch it and it seems to be a small chain for a light. I pull it and light immediately floods the small room. The first thing I notice is the photographs. Photographs of dozens of women, bloodied, beaten up, mutilated, ravaged, and mangled. They cover all three walls save for the one behind me. My knees give out and I collapse onto the floor.

No...no...no...!

This could mean only one thing. The woman sleeping on that couch...is the serial killer. I desperately try to look for my clothes again, but they're not here either. I close the light and leave the room. The woman is still sleeping. I move towards the other door and I try to open it, but it doesn't. I twist and turn and pull the knob again and again but it doesn't open. I'm slowly beginning to panic. I rush towards the window and I see that we're somewhere on the tenth floor. The panic slowly starts to set in when I realize I'm trapped in here with the murderer...!!!

Suddenly, the couch starts to move a bit. I quickly rush towards the kitchen and find a knife. I turn back towards the murderer and steadily point it at her. First, she stretches on the couch, and then slowly sits up while yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then, she looks around, noticing the empty bed, and finally rests her eyes on me. She stares at me for a second, and then smiles and says,

"Good morning"

"Where are my clothes?!"

"Oh. I have them"

"Give them to me!"

"I'm cleaning them"

"Where!?!"

"Downstairs. At the laundromat"

She then gets up and walks toward me. I instinctively charge at her, swinging my knife down at her with both hands. She dodges my swing by stepping to the side, but I swing again, aiming for her neck.

*TING*

She blocks the blade with a frying pan.

"Ack...!"

She then kicks me in the stomach while using the frying pan to wedge the knife away from my hands. It drops to the floor and I immediately bend over to pick it back up.

*PANG*

I land on my side, with a painful ringing in my head. She smacked me across the head with the frying pan...

"Get away from me...!"

She walks away and I take this chance to try to get back up.

*PANG*

As soon as I plant my arm on the floor, I get smacked across the head again, making me fall to my side while holding my head where I got hit.

"Aaghhhh...!!"

She walks over to me and pins me to the floor with her knee digging into my back, and I'm unable to get back up. She grabs my wrists and starts tying rope around them. I can only lie there, weak and in pain, as I'm bound and tied up.

"Please...stop...!"

She bends over and holds her face near my neck. She kisses me there once and breathes in. Then, she stands back up.

"There. All done."

I sit back up and look at her. She walks over to the oven and says,

"How about. Some breakfast?"

"Untie me!"

"Can't do. That."

"Why not?!"

"Because you were really. Scary just. Now."

"You tried to kill me!"

"I woke up and. Saw you pointing a. Knife at me. I was actually very. Scared."

"I was trying to defend myself!"

"But. I just wanted. To make some. Breakfast."

"Then what the hell is that room?! What the hell are all those pictures?!"

"You could say it's. My hobby."

"Killing innocent young women is your hobby?!"

"No! Collecting pictures of the. Victims."

"What?! Why on earth would you be doing that?!"

"Because I am. Trying to solve the. Case."

"Like I'd believe that!"

"But I'm not. Lying."

"Then what about last night?! You were the one who found me in that alley, weren't you?! What were you doing there before I got there?!"

"That night I was. Very lucky. I found the actual scene to. One of the murders. The rest of my. Pictures are from the. Internet. If you don't believe me. Then go check out. The scene of the. Murder yourself. I called the. Police after I found you. I've checked out with. Them and everything already. Please just. Calm down. I don't want to hurt. You."

"...What's your name?"

"Melinda Webbers. I'm a. University student at. Raccoon Woods University."

"...That's my university."

"Yes. I'm transferring there. Today."

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What do, Fakku?

Choices, man! CHOICES!

You, readers, have free reign.

Bullshit! You're writing the story, you layout the main plan! We'll help you when you just can't make a choice. >:)

Well, yes, those were guidelines, but as of now, I'm uplifting those guidelines and giving you the ability to do anything.

In that case...just let them talk. I see no reason for them to mindlessly start making out, as much as I want it.

What would you like to ask her? I suggest reading back and thinking carefully about what you need to know. For example, why is that door locked, if she doesn't want to hurt you?

You're already laying out the basic plan yourself!

That was an example.

well then Celine should wonder why the heck she is in her apartment and being treated as a captive if Melinda says she is just trying to solve the case :l
i is suspicious of her... let Celine keep her guard up :U

Accepted. Also, no one answered my question.

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"...Fine. I get it. Untie me."

Melinda cheerfully smiles and starts untying me.

"Thank you. For understanding, Celine."

"...! How do you know my name?!"

"Oh. Oh! I looked through. Your stuff and. Found your ID. I'm sorry!"

She finishes untying me and I stand back up. I stare at her, my eyes glaring into hers. She fidgets, before saying,

"Oh, um. You must be. Hungry, right? I'll make breakfast. Right away. Um, please wait. At the table."

I move to the center of the apartment and sit at what presumably is the dining table. I stare at Melina the whole time. She awkwardly smiles at me before putting on an apron and starts cooking. I look around for a clock and see it's only 7:30AM before resuming my watch. She has fair, light blonde hair, as long as mine's, and she's about as tall as me. Her body looks atheletic and well-toned. She was able to overpower me, after all...

"Finished!"

She puts scrambled eggs and buttered toast onto the table, along with two cups of coffee. She sets the table with plates and utensils before sitting down.

"...Thank you."

"Let's eat."

She immediately starts eating with a goofy grin, while I sit there, staring at the food. She notices, and her jovial expression is instantly filled with worry.

"Please eat. I don't think my cooking. Is that bad."

"I'm sorry, I just don't really feel hungry right now..."

"Um, do you still want your coffee, at least?"

"...Sure."

She scoops up the remainder of the scrambled eggs and begins working on the buttered toast meant for me.

"This is really. Good you know."

"...What happened last night? I want to hear everything."

"Okay. I understand. Last night, I was taking a. Walk around my new. Neighborhood."

"At night? And you live near the scene of the murder?"

"The place where I. Used to live at. I would always take. Walks at night. And yes. The scene of. The murder is about. Three blocks away."

"And then?"

"I wandered into. The alleyway where the corpse was. I was taking pictures. When you stumbled in. I saw that you were. In pain and breathing heavily. So I went to help you."

"I remember...and then you left...to do what?"

"I thought a. Can of iced tea. Might help. So I went to a. Vending machine. When I came back. You were falling unconcious."

Then, she beams a smile at me.

"I still have. The can of iced tea. You can't have it. Anymore though."

"That's fine...what happened after I fell unconcious?"

"Well, I carried you. On my back. Back to my apartment. I changed your clothes-"

She blushes a little.

"-And then I. Put you to bed."

"Why didn't you call the police? They could've taken care of me."

"I called them afterwards. But I didn't. Tell them about you. I was afraid that. They might've woken you up. You looked really. Tired."

"Okay...but I think it's better next time if you just let the police take care of me."

"Will do. So after that, I was. Questioned by the police. Luckily they didn't. Take me in for. Further questioning."

"So they let you go?"

"Yes. So then I. Went home and. Took a shower. And slept on the couch. As you can see."

"What about that door? How come it won't open?"

"Oh. All the doors in this. Apartment are like that. You need to swipe. A keycard to enter. And exit."

"And you're really just collecting pictures of the victims as part of your hobby?"

"Yes. I only moved into town. Yesterday so. I could not be. The serial killer."

"That's true...wait, then how did you get those pictures?"

"Like I said. I got them off. The internet. Last night I was. Very lucky."

Wait, that's funny. Does this mean she purposely moved here, just to be closer to the murders?

"Why did you move here? And are you living alone?"

"I moved here. Because I really. Liked this university. And a family friend. Got me this apartment. As well as my job. And my parents. Are dead. No siblings."

"O-oh, I see...I'm sorry about that."

"That's ridiculous. Don't be. They're in a. Better place now. So do you. Trust me now?"

A) Yes. And also go to school with her, after calling Tsubaki about what happened.
B) Yes. And after finishing your cup of coffee, ask to leave.
C) No.
D)

For some reason...I feel like saying D.

Choice D is your choice.

i too feel like going for D o_o just seems right for the this moment for some reason. :l

also



no your not a bad writer.
and...



o.o wha?

What?! What are you guys seeing that I'm not?! D is a blank choice! It's whatever you guys think is reasonable! What seems right to you?!

And if I'm not a bad writer, then why do people stop replying...? T ^ T

And in that post, I was saying you could tell Celine to do whatever you thought was reasonable. Artie apparently has no free will of his own, so I made a compromise by giving choices as well as a blank choice.