The Couple

Matt and Alexa aren't your every day couple. They enjoy tormenting others- they are dark and twisted. This couple gets pleasure out of others' suffering; they will go to any lengths necessary. Will someone be able to stop them? Or will their rein of terror last forever? They may live forever, but does that mean that they can't be killed? What will happen when one brave soul tries to stop their evil plans?


3. Chapter 2- Alexa POV

I wondered the halls of the asylum- I absolutely love it here. The souls here bared so much torture; it's honestly fascinating. Sometimes I stop and talk to them, just to hear their story. They love to see someone else suffer in the same way they did. Guess you can say, we basically fuel them. As I walked down the hallway, I decided to test something. Clearing my mind, I closed my eyes. Once my body and mind were both relaxed, I was able to transform.


A beautiful red fox, that was my choice. I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, and entered the room Matt was in. He looked at me- shocked- I had never revealed this to him before. Looking in my eyes, he knew instantly that they were my light blue eyes. He chuckled and nodded at me. Not being able to hold it long, I transformed back into my human form. I was now standing in front of him- fully naked.


"Good job," he smiled at me.

"Not bad for a trial run."

He chuckled again.

"So what's there to eat?" I stared at him.

"I only brought sandwiches, they're in the car."

"Awesome," I began walking towards the direction of the car.

"Alexa!" He yelled.

"Hm?" I turned around.

"Clothes," he pointed at my body.


Distracted by the rumble in my stomach, I had forgotten I was still nude. I walked into the hallway, picked up my clothes, and got dressed. Today I wasn't feeling like myself. Once I was fully dressed I sprinted to the car and grabbed the lunch box Matt had prepared. I walked back to Matt, and handed him a drink and a sandwich. He didn't even bother to clean the blood off his hands as he took a bite.


He walked up to me and wiped a small amount of the blood onto my cheek; I looked him in the eyes. Once he finished chewing his bite, he gave me a quick kiss. Matt was always a little more demented than me, but honestly some times this life just gets boring. Killing is fun, but it's almost always the same. They panic, some times they beg, but honestly none of them really put up much of a fight. That's what I'm missing- the thrill of a fight.


Maybe tomorrow will be different- maybe we can find victims that aren't already drunk. Sober should be so much more fun.


"You're right you know," a man appeared behind me.

"What do you mean?" I turned around to face the spirit.

"Sober is so much more fun."

"What are you guys mind readers now?"

"Most of us are demons, we can always sense what others are thinking. You're bored, and seems like Matt is beginning to get bored too. Follow me I want to show you something." He turned around.


I followed him down the hallways of the asylum. This place is huge, we haven't had a change to explore all of it yet. We walked down many hallways- seemed to take forever. Finally he stopped outside of a door; I pushed it open. There was a stairway, he started down it- I followed. We walked into what appeared to be the basement, it had multiple rooms in it.


Observing my surroundings, I followed him to a room that had a curtain as a door. I pushed the curtain to the side- it seemed to be a shower room with a chair in the middle of it. This must of been where he died. On the wall there were words written in blood 'stop' 'help' 'hell' I looked at him and he nodded.


"This is in fact where I died." He stared at the chair.

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"Well I was considered 'crazy' in my day, because I was a known murderer. When I was put in the asylum they brought me straight down here. Within the first twenty minutes they had tied me to that chair, and began to use a knife. They slowly cut up my body, one cut at a time. The knife wasn't cleaned, hell I'm sure the damn thing was rusted to cause infection." He took a breath.

"Take your time," I looked over at him.

"Well at the end of the day once they were done inflicting the cuts, they moved the chair under those shower heads. They would turn the water on- at first I thought they were cleaning the wounds. The water was ice cold, I'm surprised I didn't freeze. So they kept me under that shower head for about 30 minutes until my body felt like a damn freezer. After wards they would shut the water off and beat me with any object they could find."

"What happened at the end of the day?"

"Shit they just left me tied to chair, freezing. The next morning I'd endure the same torture again."

"How long did it take you to die?" I looked around the room.

"Since my damage was so severe, only two days. Some people would be in here for weeks, but they didn't leave them here and they would make sure they warmed up. They just wanted me dead. My nickname was the 'devil'."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Somewhat but my body was so immune to pain, I really didn't suffer the way others did."

"You were possessed in life?" I looked him in the eyes.

"Yes, and I allowed it. Now I'm just a demon trapped here. It maybe a good start for a new form of killing for you."

"This is great," I laughed.

"Good," he said then disappeared.


Quickly I ran upstairs and met up with Matt. On the drive home I told him everything- the entire story I was told. He seemed to like the idea, so we agreed to give it a try. Once home, we made some dinner and then went to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for both of us. Matt cuddled up to me in bed, and we went to bed excited for the next day.

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