Deadly Flowers
Chapter 1
It was almost nine when Kyla found herself sitting down in the black swivel chair in Avenged’s dressing room after a long night being on her feet without a break. The guys were currently doing the tenth show of their US tour. She could vaguely hear the sound of the crowd cheering as the band played one of their newest songs, Natural Born Killer, off their latest album, Nightmare. Even before this tour she’d never really been a fan of them. Yeah, she had heard about them from time to time, but had never really given the band a chance. Kyla had always preferred the eighty’s hair bands over the new age music. However, she could not deny that Avenged Sevenfold was a fairly decent band. But she had no plans to buy their music any time soon.
Even so she find herself befriending three out of the four band members; Brian, Zacky, and Johnny. Matt was another story in itself. Since she’d met the guys he’d spoken maybe two words to her the whole time. Well, that was probably an exaggeration. The point was that he hardly ever talked to her. Instead of talking to her, though, he tended to stare at her for long periods of time. At first she had brushed it off as her being paranoid and that he would never stare at her. As the days progressed during the tour Kyla found herself believing more and more that he was staring at her. She was never able to catch him in the act, but she always had that nagging feeling in her gut telling her that someone was watching her and the only time it left was when Matt wasn’t around.
Like now for instance, during their shows. Kyla was finally able to breathe and not feel as though she’d been stuck on the edge of a cliff holding her breath waiting for something, if anything, to happen. It was times like these that she cherished the most while on this tour. Without Matt around she was finally able to relax.
Loud, barking laugher broke through her thoughts as three, tattooed, sweat covered men came strolling into the dressing room. Wait, three? Where was Matt? Standing up from her chair Kyla began to busy herself with putting things away to take back to the bus. Tonight she was going to find out if it was really Matt leaving her the magnolias. She’d had a nagging suspicion that it was him as she’d caught him looking up the state flower for Mississippi, her home, on the first night of the tour.
“Where are you headed off to Ky? We were hoping to have a few rounds with you.” It was Brian that spoke up as he now stood next to her with a pout. One tattooed arm was crossed over his chest while the other hand held an already opened beer.
“Sorry guys. I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to head back to the bus. Maybe another time.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She was tired, but not tired enough to go to bed just yet. Although, she was friends with these guys Kyla wasn’t sure how’d they’d react to finding out that she thought that Matt was stalking her in a way. After all, he was their best friend/ brother. She doubted that they’d ever think badly of the guy. Honestly though, it wasn’t like she thought badly of him. She just wanted to know why he was leaving her magnolias with poems and always staring at her.
“Alright. Would you like for one of us to walk you back?” Brian asked as he now followed her to the door of the dressing room. She had her duffel bag with her hair supplies slung over one arm while the other hand held the make-up kit. Not only was she their hair dresser for the tour, but also their make-up artist as their last one had quit before the end of their last tour. Nobody knew why she had left, but nobody had questioned her motives either. It was apparently odd for her to have just up and left like that though, which had made Kyla slightly curious about what would have caused the girl to have left.
“No, it’s alright Brian. You guys have fun without me.” With that said she walked out of the door and in the direction that would lead her to the Avenged Sevenfold tour bus.
The night air was hot and sticky as she walked across the almost empty parking lot where the bus was parked. There wasn’t a cloud in sight that night as all the stars and the moon shined brightly in the sky above. It would have been nice to gaze up at the stars, but not tonight. Kyla was on a mission tonight.
At the bus she found that the door was unlocked. Stepping into the air conditioned bus was a relief as she had already felt herself sweating outside. All the lights were off in the bus, which probably meant that Matt was asleep. Setting her things down on one of the couches she then made her way to the bunk area, carefully. Kyla was tempted to turn the light on, but knew better than to do that. If Matt really was asleep then she knew that he wouldn’t be too pleased if she were to turn the lights on.
Carefully and quietly she stepped into the bunk area and went straight to the bunk that had been deemed hers since the tour had started. Just as she had reached into her bunk to grab the pajamas she’d left folded on it she felt a giant hand clamp over her mouth. Fear now surging through her being. She tried to wriggle out of the person’s grasp, but with no avail as they were much stronger than she was.
“Struggling will only make it worse.” A pair of chapped lips pressed gingerly against her temple after whispering those words in her ears. She knew that voice all too well. No, he’d never really talked to her, but she’d heard it when he spoke to the others.
Shutting her eyes she tried her best to hold back the tears. Kyla wasn’t even sure as to what he wanted with her, but it couldn’t have been good. So, trembling ever so slightly she stopped struggling knowing that he was right. Struggling would only make it worse for her, not that whatever was going to happen wasn’t bad enough.
He then dragged her into the bathroom, locking the door, but didn’t bother turning the lights on. The moonlight from the window was enough to see in the small bathroom. When in the bathroom he’d spun her around so that she was now facing him with her eyes still shut. Nothing was said as the same pair of chapped lips skimmed her jaw line up to her ear before nipping the lobe gently.
“We’re going to have so much fun my little magnolia.” At first she hadn’t wanted to believe that it was Matt doing this to her, but the moment he called his little “magnolia” she knew that it was him.
Slowly opening her brown eyes she was met with the smile she knew all too well. This just made her close her eyes once more, which caused him to chuckle from deep within his chest.
Before she knew it he was laying her down gently. She was surprised by his gentleness, but that didn’t make it any better. She still didn’t want this, any of this, but she knew better than to struggle. So, she just laid there keeping her eyes closed. What she hadn’t expected was to hear the ‘click’ of a knife opening followed by the ripping of fabric. That night she had decided to wear a simple black dress that flowed down a little past her knees. In one swift movement the dress was sliced up the middle before it was ripped clean off her body. She had to fight back a shiver as the coldness of tiled floor met her bare back.
Soon after her bra and underwear followed as they were tossed to the side. Feeling cold and exposed Kyla slowly opened her eyes to see his hazel eyes roaming her body. The moonlight illuminated his face and his eyes. The only emotion in his eyes was lust; pure and unabashed lust. Gulping ever so slightly she closed her eyes once more now praying to a god she’d never believed in. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done to deserve a fate like this, a fate worse than death? She’d been a good person, right? She hadn’t done anything too bad. Yeah, she slipped every now and then, but she was human, she wasn’t perfect. So, why was she being forced into this against her will?
The sound of his pants coming undone and being thrown to the side made her cringe. Apparently he noticed this as he chuckled before leaning down pressing his now naked body against hers, as he’d had no shirt on.
“Stop acting like you don’t want this Kyla and it won’t hurt.” She wanted to laugh at that statement, but was stopped by a searing pain in her nether regions. Gasping her eyes flew open only to clamp shut again. She just wanted this to be over already.
After what seemed like forever he finally pulled out of her and put his clothes back on before leaving the bathroom. The moment she heard the click of the bathroom door as it shut Kyla curled up into the fetal position. She felt dirty and disgusting as she laid their exposed on the cold, tile floor. Silent tears were pouring down her pale cheeks as her long brown hair now clung to her body.
What she hadn’t expected was for the door to the bathroom to open again. She felt clothes hit her body a second later. Grabbing the clothes she sat up as she held them close to her body now looking at the door. The lights were still off. So, she was still unable to see him as he was out of reach of the moonlight.
“Get cleaned up and get dressed. You’re sleeping in my bunk for now on.” With that said he closed the door again. The way he had said it meant that there was to be no arguing with him and in the state of shock she was in, Kyla had no will power to argue with him.
Slowly and carefully she stood up to turn the light on, but didn’t look at herself in the mirror. After tonight she was a completely different person and she wasn’t ready to look into the eyes of the girl she had become. Kyla had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Matthew Sanders, or rather yet, M. Shadows had killed her in way that almost seemed like it came natural to him. He was a natural born killer.
Even so she find herself befriending three out of the four band members; Brian, Zacky, and Johnny. Matt was another story in itself. Since she’d met the guys he’d spoken maybe two words to her the whole time. Well, that was probably an exaggeration. The point was that he hardly ever talked to her. Instead of talking to her, though, he tended to stare at her for long periods of time. At first she had brushed it off as her being paranoid and that he would never stare at her. As the days progressed during the tour Kyla found herself believing more and more that he was staring at her. She was never able to catch him in the act, but she always had that nagging feeling in her gut telling her that someone was watching her and the only time it left was when Matt wasn’t around.
Like now for instance, during their shows. Kyla was finally able to breathe and not feel as though she’d been stuck on the edge of a cliff holding her breath waiting for something, if anything, to happen. It was times like these that she cherished the most while on this tour. Without Matt around she was finally able to relax.
Loud, barking laugher broke through her thoughts as three, tattooed, sweat covered men came strolling into the dressing room. Wait, three? Where was Matt? Standing up from her chair Kyla began to busy herself with putting things away to take back to the bus. Tonight she was going to find out if it was really Matt leaving her the magnolias. She’d had a nagging suspicion that it was him as she’d caught him looking up the state flower for Mississippi, her home, on the first night of the tour.
“Where are you headed off to Ky? We were hoping to have a few rounds with you.” It was Brian that spoke up as he now stood next to her with a pout. One tattooed arm was crossed over his chest while the other hand held an already opened beer.
“Sorry guys. I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to head back to the bus. Maybe another time.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She was tired, but not tired enough to go to bed just yet. Although, she was friends with these guys Kyla wasn’t sure how’d they’d react to finding out that she thought that Matt was stalking her in a way. After all, he was their best friend/ brother. She doubted that they’d ever think badly of the guy. Honestly though, it wasn’t like she thought badly of him. She just wanted to know why he was leaving her magnolias with poems and always staring at her.
“Alright. Would you like for one of us to walk you back?” Brian asked as he now followed her to the door of the dressing room. She had her duffel bag with her hair supplies slung over one arm while the other hand held the make-up kit. Not only was she their hair dresser for the tour, but also their make-up artist as their last one had quit before the end of their last tour. Nobody knew why she had left, but nobody had questioned her motives either. It was apparently odd for her to have just up and left like that though, which had made Kyla slightly curious about what would have caused the girl to have left.
“No, it’s alright Brian. You guys have fun without me.” With that said she walked out of the door and in the direction that would lead her to the Avenged Sevenfold tour bus.
The night air was hot and sticky as she walked across the almost empty parking lot where the bus was parked. There wasn’t a cloud in sight that night as all the stars and the moon shined brightly in the sky above. It would have been nice to gaze up at the stars, but not tonight. Kyla was on a mission tonight.
At the bus she found that the door was unlocked. Stepping into the air conditioned bus was a relief as she had already felt herself sweating outside. All the lights were off in the bus, which probably meant that Matt was asleep. Setting her things down on one of the couches she then made her way to the bunk area, carefully. Kyla was tempted to turn the light on, but knew better than to do that. If Matt really was asleep then she knew that he wouldn’t be too pleased if she were to turn the lights on.
Carefully and quietly she stepped into the bunk area and went straight to the bunk that had been deemed hers since the tour had started. Just as she had reached into her bunk to grab the pajamas she’d left folded on it she felt a giant hand clamp over her mouth. Fear now surging through her being. She tried to wriggle out of the person’s grasp, but with no avail as they were much stronger than she was.
“Struggling will only make it worse.” A pair of chapped lips pressed gingerly against her temple after whispering those words in her ears. She knew that voice all too well. No, he’d never really talked to her, but she’d heard it when he spoke to the others.
Shutting her eyes she tried her best to hold back the tears. Kyla wasn’t even sure as to what he wanted with her, but it couldn’t have been good. So, trembling ever so slightly she stopped struggling knowing that he was right. Struggling would only make it worse for her, not that whatever was going to happen wasn’t bad enough.
He then dragged her into the bathroom, locking the door, but didn’t bother turning the lights on. The moonlight from the window was enough to see in the small bathroom. When in the bathroom he’d spun her around so that she was now facing him with her eyes still shut. Nothing was said as the same pair of chapped lips skimmed her jaw line up to her ear before nipping the lobe gently.
“We’re going to have so much fun my little magnolia.” At first she hadn’t wanted to believe that it was Matt doing this to her, but the moment he called his little “magnolia” she knew that it was him.
Slowly opening her brown eyes she was met with the smile she knew all too well. This just made her close her eyes once more, which caused him to chuckle from deep within his chest.
Before she knew it he was laying her down gently. She was surprised by his gentleness, but that didn’t make it any better. She still didn’t want this, any of this, but she knew better than to struggle. So, she just laid there keeping her eyes closed. What she hadn’t expected was to hear the ‘click’ of a knife opening followed by the ripping of fabric. That night she had decided to wear a simple black dress that flowed down a little past her knees. In one swift movement the dress was sliced up the middle before it was ripped clean off her body. She had to fight back a shiver as the coldness of tiled floor met her bare back.
Soon after her bra and underwear followed as they were tossed to the side. Feeling cold and exposed Kyla slowly opened her eyes to see his hazel eyes roaming her body. The moonlight illuminated his face and his eyes. The only emotion in his eyes was lust; pure and unabashed lust. Gulping ever so slightly she closed her eyes once more now praying to a god she’d never believed in. Why did this have to happen to her? What had she done to deserve a fate like this, a fate worse than death? She’d been a good person, right? She hadn’t done anything too bad. Yeah, she slipped every now and then, but she was human, she wasn’t perfect. So, why was she being forced into this against her will?
The sound of his pants coming undone and being thrown to the side made her cringe. Apparently he noticed this as he chuckled before leaning down pressing his now naked body against hers, as he’d had no shirt on.
“Stop acting like you don’t want this Kyla and it won’t hurt.” She wanted to laugh at that statement, but was stopped by a searing pain in her nether regions. Gasping her eyes flew open only to clamp shut again. She just wanted this to be over already.
After what seemed like forever he finally pulled out of her and put his clothes back on before leaving the bathroom. The moment she heard the click of the bathroom door as it shut Kyla curled up into the fetal position. She felt dirty and disgusting as she laid their exposed on the cold, tile floor. Silent tears were pouring down her pale cheeks as her long brown hair now clung to her body.
What she hadn’t expected was for the door to the bathroom to open again. She felt clothes hit her body a second later. Grabbing the clothes she sat up as she held them close to her body now looking at the door. The lights were still off. So, she was still unable to see him as he was out of reach of the moonlight.
“Get cleaned up and get dressed. You’re sleeping in my bunk for now on.” With that said he closed the door again. The way he had said it meant that there was to be no arguing with him and in the state of shock she was in, Kyla had no will power to argue with him.
Slowly and carefully she stood up to turn the light on, but didn’t look at herself in the mirror. After tonight she was a completely different person and she wasn’t ready to look into the eyes of the girl she had become. Kyla had succumbed to a fate worse than death. Matthew Sanders, or rather yet, M. Shadows had killed her in way that almost seemed like it came natural to him. He was a natural born killer.
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