Broken Into The Darkness

Subject: Broken Into The Darkness Wed Nov 19 2008, 07:59

[x]Bill Kaulitz[x] Broken Into The Darkness [x]Two Shot: Part One[x]

Never walk into alleys at night.

That's what adults say.

And I should have listened.

If I had listened then I wouldn't find myself in this predicament.

My old black dress shoes crunched over the gravel as quickly as I could; but there is no mistaking the heavy footsteps behind me. Someone or more are indeed following me.

In fear I started to run.

That's when the thundering of feet started.

I'm going to die.

Suddenly someone grabbed me roughly by the arm and pushed me up against the dirty wall of the building. I winced as I my head thudded against the wall. It hurt.

I looked up to find four men staring down at me; I had to look away. The looks that they were giving me made me want to scream in fear. But my voice is gone. Completely useless.

"Be a gut girl and we won't hurt you," One man stated, "Much."

I shook my head; please someone tell me that I'm hallucinating that I'm so drunk that I'm going insane. I don't want to be gangbanged. Hell, no girl would want to be raped, period.

Someone grabbed onto my wrists and another grabbed onto my legs; this cannot be happening. Wasn't being beaten and kicked out of my parent's house two years ago enough of a punishment for getting a tattoo of a bat on my wrist?

When I felt my belt being unbuckled I jerked my body and my left leg got free from the man's grasp; I immediately started kicking randomly. I felt good when I heard groans of pain.

"You bitch," One man stated as he slapped me across the face.

"You are going to wish you never done that."

Someone punched me in the gut and I felt tears prickle my eyes; not because of the pain, but because of what I knew was going to happen.

They ripped at my shirt and try as I might; I couldn't do anything. All the happened is now I'm topless and in pain. They immediately ripped my pants down to my ankles; underwear and all.

That's when I held my breath and closed my eyes; it'll go much faster if I faint.

I felt and heard my heart thumping madly and once I felt something get shoved down there I slowly felt myself fade out of consciousness.

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I slowly opened my eyes and gasped at the pain that was coming from everywhere; especially down there. I guess I'm fully dirty now.

One thing I had before was my innocence, my virginity. I took pride with being a virgin and now that's taken away from me.

I have nothing now.

My vision blurred with tears and I gulped feeling my chest heave with pain and shock; I tried to pull myself up and yelped at the immense pain in my left wrist. I looked down at my wrist; I now have a broken wrist. I mean, it's got to be broken; my wrist is swollen.

I slowly pushed myself up using my right arm and leaned against the freezing cold wall.

After a few minutes my sobbing lessened and I slowly and painfully stood up; I might as well go to my home.

I bit my lower lip and limped down the alley towards my rundown apartment.

It took twenty minutes longer than usual.

When I got into the apartment I gasped and dropped to the floor.

They've been in here; which means that they've been stalking me.

Who else would write the words: THANKS FOR THE NICE TIME BITCH.

I can't stay here. Who knows if they'll come back.

I stood up and limped into the washroom to take a quick cold shower; I have to get rid of the nasty feeling. It's never going to go.

I'm broken and I'm in hell.

I stepped into the tub carefully and turned on the cold tap; I gasped when the freezing cold water blasted against my body. After scrubbing mercilessly for three minutes my body couldn't stand the cold.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub and onto the cold tiles.

I grabbed a towel and dried myself as much as I could with one hand and quickly got dressed into loose black jeans and a black loose t-shirt.

That's all I own nowadays; black, black and some more black with occasional red. Like tonight.

I walked out of the washroom and slipped my feet into my shoes and walked out of the apartment; not even bothering to lock the door behind me. I'm never going to step foot into that place again.

It's been defiled.

I walked down the street, which is almost as bad as an alley, and to the Bar which just happens to be at the corner.

I'm eighteen; so I'm legal.

I pushed myself through the doors and slowly limped up to the counter where the bartender Bern stood watching me.
I gingerly sat on a stool at the right end of the counter and waited as Bern walked in front of me.

"What happened to you?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"Rough night?"

"I guess so," I replied curtly.

"Beer?"

I nodded.

Bern turned around and after a few minutes he returned with an ice cold beer. He placed it in front of me and walked away to serve the other people.

I flicked off the cap and quickly brought the bottle to my lips. I'm not an alcoholic; but who wouldn't drink after being used like crap.

I gulped down almost half of the beer in the bottle in two gulps.

When I placed the bottle on the counter I suddenly got the feeling. You know the feeling when you absolutely know that someone is staring at you.

I raised my head up from looking at the counter and slowly looked around; when my eyes fell upon a new sight. My eyes widened at his appearance.

We don't get many Gothic boys…if he even is one around this area. They get chased away by the other normal freaks. Not by me, I don't mind them much.

This certain Gothic boy was wearing a long black leather trench coat and he had black poofy hair, with blondish streaks; when he suddenly turned and caught my eye I quickly turned and faced the counter.

His eyes scared the crap out of me; they were so cold and almost evil looking. They were also rimmed with dark thick eyeliner and black eyeshadow.

I must be going crazy. Eyes can't look evil.

I grabbed the bottle and drank the rest of the beer quickly; when I placed the empty beer bottle on the counter Bren appeared out of nowhere and removed the bottle away and placed two small shot glasses on the counter. He filled them up with some kind of alcohol and stated, "It's on the house."

I nodded and picked up one glass before raising it to my lips; the smell of the drink burned my nose and I quickly gulped it down; savouring the bitter taste as it went down my throat. I placed the glass on the counter and downed the other glass before standing up from the stool.

I limped out of the bar and into the cold night.

I shivered unwillingly and started to limp back up the street.

What I saw made me wish that I stayed in the bar; the smell of alcohol was completely overwhelming. I almost puked my guts out.

"Looky whos come back for morre funn," One man slurred, upon seeing me.

I rolled my eyes. For some reason I don't feel scared about them being almost near me. It has got to be the alcohol; it must have gotten into my bloodstream already.

The men circled around me and slowly crept in closer.

One man grabbed my arm roughly and I winced; the force sent vibrations down my arm and to my broken wrist.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of white light and the roar of a vehicle was heard. The man let go of me and we all turned to look at what I think is a black Escalade.

The driver's door opened and out stepped the Gothic boy from the bar. What the hell is he going to do against these four freaks?!

"Well, look who has come to try to save the bitch."

"A gay faggity faggot," Stated another loudly.

The Gothic boy walked menacingly up towards us slowly, with his trench coat flying up slightly behind him; the men only laughed at him. He turned to me and stated harshly, "Get. In. The. Car."

His voice was so demanding and well fierce sounding that I didn't do anything but limp to his car; I entered into the front passenger seat and closed the door behind me.

"You're going to get it Fag," One man stated loudly.

I looked down at my lap and all I heard was screams and the snapping of something. Don't tell me that it was a bone breaking.

A few minutes later I heard running and then something was smashed up against the door on my side. I yelped and looked out of the half open window. The man who started calling the Gothic boy a fag was held up against the door. With a blade held up against his neck.

"What do you have to say?" The Gothic boy hissed.

"I'm sorry," The man stated, "For ever touching a useless slu--"

The man gasped in pain and I saw the Gothic boy's hand clenching the blade tightly in his grip.

"Do you want to die?"

"I- I -I'm s-sorry!" The man gasped, "Let me g-go. I a-ap-apologized."

I quickly looked up at the Gothic boy who looked bored, except his eyes were full of hate. I winced and mumbled, "Please, he's not worth it, let him go."

"This is your one lucky night," Gothic boy stated, "The girl saved your pathetic head."

Immediately the Gothic boy tossed the man away like useless garbage.

"I see your face again and you're dead, do you understand?"

The man nodded multiple of times before half limping and running away. The Gothic boy then pulled back his coat and inserted the blade into a sheath hanging against his left belt side.

He then got into the car and silently buckled his seatbelt before starting the car.

Where is he going to take me?

He drove off into the street; speeding a little, I think.

He drove silently not even glancing my way.

After about ten minutes I finally mumbled, "I-I'm Pauline."

Without even twitching or glancing my way he stated, "Bill."

Sorry if this isn't to your liking...I just had a dream and well...yeah.
Feedback comments?

Subject: Re: Broken Into The Darkness Wed Nov 19 2008, 23:08

that was very good
the desciption the well build story practcally all was perfect
Super Bill xD
you had a dream??
MORE pls

Subject: Chained Up Against My Heart Sat Nov 22 2008, 04:18

[x]Bill Kaulitz[x] Chained Up Against My Heart [x]Two Shot: Part Two[x]

I stood in the cold and still darkness leaning against the cold metal of the bridge; looking down at the body of black water.

It’s all over now.

When he comes; my pain will finally cease to exist.

I am waiting for my killer. The one who will put me out of my misery.

It’s quiet.

It’s cold.

Not a movement of trees or the water below me.

That’s when I heard the slow footsteps of the Devil himself.

It will take him more than a few minutes to reach me, with his slow menacing walk, it’s almost as if he is giving me a chance to run for my life and give him the pleasure of hunting me down.

He won't get any satisfaction. I will face death in its face.

I never knew it would come to this.

Nothing matters now.

My heart thumped faster with every step that he took.

After a long five minutes the footsteps finally ceased.

It's time.

I turned around and stared up at the one who I had spent the last three weeks shacked up with; I ran away from him three nights ago while he was away for the fifth time. His apartment was amazingly modern and huge.

I always wondered how he got the money to have such an extravagant place; and now I know.

I stared into his eyes and saw the hate; he looked at me like he never saw me ever in his life.

It's better this way.

He didn't say anything.

I'm not going to say anything.

I want to finish this.

Two years full of despair and all because of him.

I looked down at his right hand to find that blade gripped into his palm in a professional way; his profession is killing.

Too bad I crashed into one of those rich bad men; who pay people to kill people.

"Pauline?" Bill stated disbelievingly.

I nodded.

Bill shook his head and mumbled something to himself.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly.

That's when his eyes shut and his body crumpled down to the ground.

"Good work Paulette."

I just blinked.

He still doesn't know my name.

I helped him pick up and toss Bill's body into the back of the black van the silently appeared a few minutes ago; I'm shocked that Bill didn't realize that there was someone behind him.

Bill's going to be in so much pain soon.

He's not dead. Yet.

I don't want to see what they'll do to him.

Awful.

The ride was really spooky quiet.

I almost wish I never met him that day.

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I watched quietly leaning against the cold wall as Bill stirred slowly.

I heard a groan and held in a sigh; he wouldn't be here if he hadn't done it.

"Where am I?" Bill groaned to himself.

Then he realized that he was in a cold dark cellar with his arms chained up high to the wall behind him; he slowly pulled himself up to lean his back against the wall. How can he have the strength to use his almost useless arms to pull himself up?

He sat there quietly not even noticing my presence in the shadows.

He sat there staring at the ground for three minutes; even though I've lived with him for over three weeks, I know absolutely almost nothing.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Bill suddenly stated without looking up.

My eyes widened; had he always known that I was here?

"I know you're there."

I sighed and walked up to him; with my face blank of emotion.

Bill looked up at me and his face was mirroring mine.

"I don't understand," Bill stated.

"Think long and hard."
"You knew?"

I nodded.

"How? I always locked that room."

I bet he keeps his weapons in that room which is always locked.

"You were gone for three days straight every week," I replied, "Ironically enough elegant but brutal deaths were reported."

"Why am I here?"

I glared down at him; does he honestly not know?

"You murdered my parents and younger brother," I hissed, kicking a rock at him.

He didn't even flinch at the rock.

"I didn't know I killed them."

I rolled my eyes; he wouldn't even care.

"You did almost two years ago."

"How do you know?"

"I told her Bill," My uncle stated walking into the cellar.

Bill turned to my uncle and glared at him; his eyes hardened.

Bill shook his head, "How could you?"

Instead of answering my uncle kicked Bill roughly and yelled, "Do not speak monster!"

Bill laughed rudely, "Speaks the one who p--"

Bill stopped speaking and groaned in pain.

I winced back; my uncle kicked him right in the armpit.

"SHUT UP JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"You lied?" Bill hissed.

Suddenly, my uncle started attacking Bill with his belt; I turned away I cannot watch someone I know hurt someone else that I know. I mainly dislike brutality.

Suddenly Bill screamed out in agony; I turned to find Bill with his knees together pulled up as if--

My uncle pulled Bill up by his hair and stated, "Oh hush it's not like you have anything there."

I shook my head.

The most sensitive part of a man's body.

The way my uncle is acting; it's almost as if he is hiding something.

I gasped, could he be hiding something?

"D-did h-he ever t-tell you t-that he paid m-me to k-kill your f-family?" Bill stated quickly.

WHAT?

I turned to my uncle.

Why would he?

How could he?

"Is t-that true?" I questioned.

My uncle let go of Bill and he dropped down to the cold ground with a hiss; my uncle turned to me with a very serious and in my opinion a scary look.

"Yes. Paulette. I paid this Emo Fag three million dollars to get rid of those people you call your family."

Three million!

I gasped.

Where did he get the money?

My vision started to get blurry and I blinked back the tears saying, "You murdered your own brother. And mine. Why?"

"Richard was in the damn way. I wanted the money and I got it now."

I shook my head.

My uncle might be blood related to me; but now I don't want anything to do with him.

The person who was my uncle walked turned back to Bill and spit at him before pulling him back up; he then unlocked the chains to his wrists and brought Bill down hard to the cold ground with a loud thud. Bill once again hissed in pain.

"Paulette. Come and kill this bastard."

I blinked.

Me killing was never a part of my plan.

"What?"

"Kill him with his damn blade slowly at the neck."

"What if I d-don't want to?" I mumbled, bringing out the blade from my back pocket.

"Then I'll kill him and then you."

My blood ran cold at his answer.

I walked over to Bill and got down onto my knees looking straight into Bill's brown eyes to be in total shock; I've never seen pain and sadness in Bill's eyes before. Never.

He smiled a small weak smile at me and muttered, "Do it."

I don't think I'm able to take a life.

It's just so wrong and inhuman.

I might be dirty and in despair; but I'm no monster.

Not like the fool who killed my father.

I bit my lip at looked down at the blade that I was gripping tightly in my right hand; squinting my eyes I could see that my hand was trembling.

Oh who am I kidding?

Bill knows that I can't kill him.

"Pauline. Don't think about it," Bill whispered.

I rolled my eyes.

Oh yeah.

I'm not going to think about killing someone.

"Paulette! Kill the damn fool. NOW!"

"I-I-I-" I stuttered.

"I d-don't mind l-leaving this d-darkness at your h-hands Pauline."

I brought up the blade to Bill's neck at the right side and Bill nodded slightly; he looked straight into my eyes and I can swear to God that his eyes were shining up.

"Paulette! If you can't do it then I'll do it for you!"

I gasped when I saw the fool grab my arm and push it down hard.

I let out a scream and saw the red warm and cold blood seep through my hand.

Tears fell from my eyes and onto Bill's face.

"Gott. Bitte verzeih mir," I cried.

Then I the fool laugh and walk away. I stood up and ran up behind him and stabbed him with the blade. Almost immediately he turned around with a yelp and pushed me hard to the ground. I landed on my side; and I felt my arm scrape.

Then I saw him state, "Scheiße."

I looked up and saw another blade in his chest.

"I don't--" He dropped to the ground in a heap.

Is he dead?

Bill sighed and crawled over to me and stated, "You should have just killed me."

Then the pain in my arm suddenly registered to my brain and I sobbed really hard; forget about being silent and cute. My left arm automatically covered Bill's neck when the, hopefully, dead fool pushed my arm down.

Instead of the blade cutting into Bill's neck it cut into most of my left palm and wrist; and it bloody hurts with a broken wrist.

"Pauline, mein Gott."

Bill ripped off the part of his already ripped sleeve and gently took my arm and wrapped it as carefully as he could. I winced and bit my lip to keep myself from crying out in pain.

"There, this is good for now," Bill whispered, "I'll fix it better after."

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Why did you say that you didn't mind me k-k-killing you?"

Bill sighed and stated, "Five years back I was in the same position as you; but to kill my older twin brother."

I gasped.

"You have a twin?"

"Had," Bill corrected softly.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"My brother, bless his soul, told me that he loved me and that he would rather die at my hands then the thugs who ambushed us in our own house with my parents."

I nodded and waited for Bill to continue.

"One of the thugs grabbed my hand and made me stab my brother right in the heart," Bill stated painfully.

I gasped and looked up at Bill's eyes to find him silently crying.

Using my right hand I reached up and wiped the trail of black eyeliner, using my thumb; I can't imagine killing my own twin. I'd rather die.

"Love for me died that day," Bill stated loudly, "And you brought it back."

His words went straight to my heart.

"Bill I'm so sorry," I cried.

"I am too."

"What was your brother's name?" I asked softly.

"Tom," Bill cried, "Tomi."

"My brother's name was D-Daniel," I sobbed, "Danny."

"I'm sorry for killing him."

I nodded.
Then I remembered why I asked for his brother's name.

"Bill," I stated cautiously.

"Ja?"

"I might have a Tom."

"Was?"

I patted my abdomen.

"Are you saying…"

I nodded, whispering, "I'm one week pregnant."

"Are you sure it's…ours?"

I nodded, "I got checked, remember?"

Bill nodded and hugged me close to him.

"You are my love, without you I have no love," Bill whispered into my ear.

I shivered and stated, "The same with you."

"Don't forget Tom and Danny."

"What?" I whispered.

"Having identical twins is in my genes," Bill stated with a laugh.

"Bill."

"Yes?"

"You don't have the babies, I do."

Bill laughed; and his laugh was different, it sounded real and free.

"Let's get out of here, it smells bad."

We stood up together and walked by the Fool.

Bill bent down to take his blades out of his body; I shuddered at the sight of his stinking bloody body.

"These are two blades are too precious to be left in you," Bill stated as he spat down on him, "And I'm not a Fag either."

I nodded and stated, "Fool, my name is not Paulette, and never will be."

"I hope you rot in hell," Bill and I stated in harmony.

It was spooky really.

Bill took my good hand and we slowly started walking towards the stairs to get out of the dirty cellar.

"Bill, can I ask you two more questions?"

"You already asked one, but you can ask me two more," Bill teased, slightly.

I never knew Bill could be teasing out of bed.

"What's your last name?" I asked, "And are you going to continue with your assassinations?"

"Kaulitz," Bill replied, "Nein, however, if someone hurts you or the baby, I will."

The voice that he used to say those words and the words themselves tugged at my heart.

Bill's got my heart chained.

Bill bent over and kissed my forehead before he kicked open the door to the cold and dark world.

We will make it together.

It's the truth.

And I believe it.

German Translations
Gott. Bitte verzeih mir. -- God. Please forgive me.

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Subject: Re: Broken Into The Darkness Mon Nov 24 2008, 22:44

that was nice i even cried in some bits bloody well written