The party had ended for the night, most of the guests too drunk to function. One by one, they stumbled in an ungainly fashion to their rooms, closing their doors and locking them for privacy’s sake.
PimHel had not been one of the many to consume great amounts of liquor, and his senses were far from being impaired. He had been one of the first to leave, the dire impulse of wanting to take a shower after several guests threw up all over the ballroom floor leading him one of the many bathrooms on the third floor. All was quiet, save for the distant murmurs and thuds on the floors below. PimHel wanted some alone time, wanted to seek refuge in the large, king-sized bed that awaited him after purging his exterior of all the filth that had been thrown upon him.
He pushed open the door to the bathroom, and looked upon the perfectly organized area before him. The walls and floor were tiled in polished marble, so clean that he could see his reflection in every square. A mirror and a sink jutted out from a wall at the opposite end of the room, and a row of gossamer shower curtains brushed against his arm as he sped by, all but rushing to the mirror.
Dropping the assortment of toiletries he had brought for his stay, he went to the nearest shower and turned the knob quickly, watching as the water spurted, the gushed out of the shower head. Warm mist loomed about him, and made him feel more comfortable in such an expansive and, admittedly creepy mansion.
Flipping out his phone, he called one of the other guests, just to check up on them to see if they had made it to their room. The phone was picked up on the first ring.
came the voice in a slurred tone.
“Hey, just making sure you got to your room okay.”
“Yeah, finally. I thought I was going to get lost, passed by this room with a huge fire. It smelled awful in there! Someone must have puked. Then the door leading out to the pool was shattered and there was blood on the patio, so I guess that same person must have tripped or somethin’. Where are you?
“I am about to take a shower. Just took my shirt off, it was covered in spilled beer and food.”
The person on the other end giggled mischievously.
“Take a picture of yourself! Please!
The question had startled him, but he knew that his drunken friend would probably storm up to the bathroom and beat him down if he didn’t do as he was asked. . .the guest was just that drunk. PimHel sighed,
PimHel faced the phone’s camera towards him, and quickly snapped a picture of himself before sending it via picture message. A moment later, he heard raucous screaming from the other end. Frantic screams.
“What’s going on! What happened!?
“Pim, there is SOMEONE ELSE in the room!!!
PimHel jerked his head over his shoulder jumping back and crashing into the glass mirror as he did so. Out of pure reflex, Pim hollered and sent a punch flying at the figure, who caught the fist and jerked it away. Pim then recognized who it was, and let out a small laugh.
he said into the speaker,
The fit of yells continued, but PimHel could not understand them.
“He was only trying to scare me, calm down.
He shook his head with exasperation, apologizing silently to Kloud before dragging the phone away from his ear.
“Pim! He’s got a KNIFE!!! RUN!”
PimHel’s smile vanished, and he looked down to Kloud’s hands. His horrified expression stared back at him from the reflection of a razor sharp knife that Kloud held in his firm grip, and before he could react, Kloud thrust it into his gut. PimHel dropped the phone, and it skidded across the floor as blood began to pulse outward from the wound, down his bare abdomen, and onto his jeans. Pim braced himself against the sink, trying to keep himself upright as his breath began to come in shallow pants. He was in a state of shock, his senses cast aside. He looked into Kloud’s eyes, and that was all he needed to see.
Kloud was going to kill him
His attacker’s eyes blazed with sadistic intentions, and just as Pim was about to scream, another knife was buried deep into his stomach.
Pim moaned as he bent over to cradle his knees. The handles of the knives jutted outward, and with his hands Pim tried to pull them free, but his innards had already closed around the blades, keeping them nice and snug. He could not think, could not fight back. He could only think about the pain, and Kloud’s hands that griped him by the hair on his head and were dragging him to the shower he had turned on. Pim stumbled and fell, the knives being pushed deeper, their points know protruding through his back. Kloud tossed him into the shower, and silently gripped the shower head.
Pulling on it, the shower head disconnected, a thick metal cord giving it leeway. Kloud dragged the cord and the shower head over to Pim, who lay on the ground near the drain, writhing in pain and struggling for breath. Kloud knelt near him and smiled an ominous smile, before wrapping the cord around Pim’s neck, knotting it several times. He then turned the shower head towards Pim’s face, water surging into his eyes and mouth. Pim tried to struggle against the water and the cord, but when he moved it began to strangle him like a noose. He had shifted into a position in which his throat was being constricted, and he couldn’t move, for the knife hilts had become stuck in the drain.
Kloud rose to his full height and turned towards the temperature knob. He stared at it silently for a moment, then cranked it all the way to the left, turning it to the hottest temperature. Pim screamed as scalding water washed over his face. He shook violently, sliding across the floor and, as he did so, the knives sliced up his chest. Blisters immediately began to form on his face, then bursted soon after, more blood tainting the meticulous bathroom.
Kloud said icily before stalking out of the walk-in shower. He scanned the area near the sink, and spotted Pim’s phone. In two powerful strides, Kloud had reached it and swept it up to his ear, where the person on other line continued to scream.
“PimHel can’t come to the phone right now, but I would gladly take a message for him . . . Not that he will be getting it.
Kloud listened to the insane screams coming from both the shower and the phone, and soon got tired of all the noise. He walked lazily back to the shower and inclined his head to look at Pim who had cut up his stomach, but had managed to pull the daggers out. Blood and tissue spiraled down the drain, and his face was beat red and bloody as well.
“Your call has been dropped. . .”
And with that, Kloud threw the phone at PimHel. The moment it came into contact with the boiling water, a tempest of sparks illuminated the shower area, currents of electricity surging through the water and up the shower head cord. PimHel spasmed, foam pouring from his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His heart had stopped almost immediately after Kloud had let loose the phone, but the burning water continued to run.
Kloud laughed childishly,
“Ha ha, dropped call. That’s what I call a pun.
PimHel, choked with shower head, stabbed with daggers, and finished off by electrocution.
