Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Hunter's Mark	By : Rothrashaan Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 1631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Any names and affiliations with the Batman universe are obviously not mine. The others? Yeah, those are. I make no profit or any sort of monetary gain from this piece of writing, nor does any other person or party have that right or my permiss

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
It was a sound filled with agony.

A tortured, piercing wail that shattered the mind and willed the body to collapse upon itself.

For Rae, it was something more. Something worse. Something that caused the blood to boil within her veins, the clamminess that had plagued her quickly dissipating and becoming a blanket of fire over her sensitive skin. Pulse quickening, eyes blurring and constricting, hands clenched white-knuckle tight as her breathing became more erratic until the only thing she could hear was the howling of a tortured animal.

No... not an animal. A man. A man?... Gallery? A gallery! That's right, she was at an art gallery. Not... there.

It was minutes before she realized what had almost happened, and the knowledge that she had almost relapsed was enough to cause her to gag. Not that anyone seemed to notice.

Although she was not the only person to have had such a strong physical reaction. A quick glance at some of the other captives confirmed that many were also gagging at what was being carried out before them, while a few were unable to steal their nerves and had proceeded to vomit various contents onto the once-spotless gallery floor. Once Rae looked up, she understood why.

At least she thought she did. Rae was almost certain that she was watching the painted man twist his knife into the captive's eye, his expression the mirror image of an artist who was deep in concentration as he worked to create his new masterpiece. With a flick of his wrist, the painted man popped the knife free of his captive's eye socket. A grizzly companion accompanied the blades withdrawal, skewered almost midway between the tip and the bolster.

The painted man casually removed the gore that adorned his knife, pinching the blade between his fingers and scraping off the blood and what little remained of the now unidentifiable eye. There wasn't even a seconds hesitation as he rid himself of this new mess, flinging the contents of his gloved hand at the seated captives with a disproving scowl playing on his lips.

Wiping the blade against his thigh, the man took a step back and studied the new addition. "Hmmm... not quite what I was going for. What do you think? Too depressing?" The man glanced back towards the previous captive, who had since sunk down to her knees and was cupping her hands over her mouth, obviously in shock over what she had just witnessed.

Her captor simply raised an exasperated brow at her and turned his attention back to his previous task.

"I know!" A wild cackle escaped those scarred red lips as he darted towards the bleeding captive, gripping the agonized man by the back of the neck as he stabbed the blade through the side of the captive's mouth. Another tortured scream filled the gallery as the captive's mouth was cut open. First one side, then the other.

It was a slow process, the small knife having to work hard in order to sever the thick flesh.

She could only imagine it was made all the more painful by the fact that the captive was still being gagged by his tie, the material pulling back against the corners of his mouth as the blade twisted the opposite way in order to fulfill its wielder's ghastly desire.

Rae was certain that the painted man was drawing out the whole process, watching with wide, disbelieving eyes as the assailant closed his own and started humming a guttural tune while he hacked away at the captive's face.

"Ta-Dah!" The painted man suddenly drew back from his victim, a twisted expression of pride and pleasure being worn as he gazed at what was left of a human face. Under all of the blood, the marks that had been carved into the captives face resembled the scars that blossomed hideously from the corners of the painted mans mouth. Rae could still hear the high-pitched chortle as the painted man grabbed his previous captive and forced her to look at the 'masterpiece' he presented to her.

"How do you like it?" the painted man shouted at her, eyes alight with such malice that even if the woman found the presentation beyond horrifying she'd dare not say so. As it was, the only sound she could muster was a half-choked sob. A sob that her captor seemed to take for something more, quickly ridding himself of the woman and backing away with a frown. A smart move, as the woman probably couldn't have held back the vomit for too much longer.

The painted man just looked at her in disgust, stepping away from her as if he was afraid of catching vomit on his shoes.

"Hmpf. Well, I guess if you don't succeed..." The painted man waltzed back over towards his mutilated masterpiece, pinching the cheek that quivered bellow the now hallow, and still bleeding, eye-socket.

"Try, try again!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth. A flash of silver was all that Rae had time to notice before she'd come to realize that the painted man had forced his blade into the throat of his bloody captive.

No one would be able to say that he made the process quick, even with the captive thrashing against the lackeys that held him... which was possibly why the painted man took his time.

He wanted the prude to suffer as he died, and wanted an audience so that they would witness the enjoyment he received from it. Blood spurted every which way as the blade was jerked from one side of the captives throat to the other. The lackey that had hold of the makeshift gag kept it taut, forcing the flesh and muscles to stretch and tear even further.

The gore wasn't what bothered Rae, as gruesome as it was. No. It was the memories. Cold. Disturbing. Painful... ...and very, very personal. The only way to keep herself aware of the current situation was for her to dig her nails into the back of her neck, bowing her head between her legs as if to shield herself from the sight taking place before her.

A hot pressure started to build up behind her eyes, every time her heart contracted she could feel the rush of blood pulsing through her face. She was going to lose control... and because of it, people would die.

Rae didn't even bother to look up when she heard something heavy collapse against the floor. She didn't need to. There was really only one thing that it could have been, and she knew it was the body of the mutilated, and now deceased, captive. However, she did raise her head enough to catch a glimpse of the painted man sleeking back his matted hair. His gloved fingers left streaks of blood wherever they touched his skin. Occasionally a small droplet of blood would fall from the blade he still clutched in his hand, everyone watching as he inhaled slowly and began to pace in a small circle, glowering at his captives.

His face carried little emotion as she watched him survey the rest of the room, all she felt from the man was a blackness that threatened to consume anyone and anything that was fool enough to ignore the severity that possessed this painted monster. "Now... do we have any volunteers?"
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Hunter's Mark