Psycho Sonya

Written Free Flow and Unedited. Please do not comment on my grammar - I know it's awful. This was just a writing excercise.

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Dark had fallen like a cloak around them, Sonya stood outside the building she'd claimed as Hers for the night, taking in a deep breath of the night, raising Her hands over Her head and letting out a shrill trilling cry, a call to the demons to the evil that lurked this halloween... a call to the dark gods that gave her her power.... calling them to join her and feed from her power. She would be dressed in a dark robe that clung to Her curves in all the right places... and would not show blood easily... made of a soft rich fabric that was tantalizing to the touch. Her hair loose around Her face, amber glowing gaze alive with power, power that rolled off of her in waves.

It was not much past the arranged time when the young man from the alchemist shop showed up, Her power would move to sweep over Him, wrapping Him tightly and drawing him nearer as She beckoned to him in a come-hither fashion, not removing Her glowing gaze from Him as She stepped into that empty warehouse, backwards with ease and grace, walking steps she had taken many times before, walking with Him trailing behind Her, transfixed on Her body, on her desire... she could practically taste it like a salty-sweet candy on her tongue... the idea of spilling his crimson blood had Her giddy inside, though She hid it well on the outside, lips curled in a sensual and secretive smile. She would walk the perimeter of her circle backwards, chanting softly under Her breath, each word of the spell winding around the man in front of Him, drawing her into Her web of sin and sex.. unaware that this was to be the most memorable.. and last... night of his life.

Completing the walk around the circle she would hold Her hand out to the man... Her power having a dizzying effect on Him and he'd place His hand in Hers... so trusting. She'd draw him into the circle and it would snap shut behind Him.. no one would get in... unless she invited them... She'd draw the man into an embrace, lips capturing His in a kiss that would sear, heat pouring into Him, causing him to gasp for breath in surprise... She'd laugh, the sound dancing along His skin, sweat already beading, body already hard in anticipation.... virgins.. always so eager.... She'd cross to the small altar in the circle... the element of the pagan only adding more to the mans desire... like he was being bad... partaking in the mysterious in the dark and sinful... which he was... he just didn't think of it the same way Sonya did... She'd pick up two goblets from the altar... one holding just plain red wine.. hers.... the other holding the potion she had brewed earlier... there would seemingly be no difference in either glass... in look, smell or taste.... She would hand the man his glass and raise Her glass before downing her glass quickly... the man would feel impulsed to do the same, downing the potion which brought a dark curl of a grin to Sonya's lips.... the goblet would drop from His hand, clattering to the ground.... Sonya would beckon Him closer... His eyes now only for her.. for serving her needs....

The many hundreds of candles that lit the abandoned building flickered, creating sinister shadows on the walls, watching the devious and dark acts about to be performed in front of them. Sonya pulled the young man into Her embrace, meshing Her body against His, fingers tracing along His jaw before dipping Her head down, lips claiming His, She would not pour her power into Him.. no instead she'd drink him in like he was water on a desert island, drink him in like he was everything she needed to live. Her fingers tangled through the young mans hair before sharply yanking his head back, causing him to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure and Her head dipped lower to trace Her lips along His jaw, then down further along His neck, teeth grazing dangerously near His pulse, causing him to break out in shivers and goosebumps, begging her in Japanese, words not making sense. Virgins were far too fun to play with.

Where she normally would have lingered Sonya moved faster, tonight was not for playing games with virgins.. tonight was for causing hell on earth. Her eyes blazed and Her hands would fist in the young mans shirt, ripping at it in one quick movement that sent buttons skipping along the cement floor. The mans jeans weren't far behind... He wouldn't be needing them anyways so if they ended up in shreds, well who cared? Sonya's hands firmly pressed on the mans shoulders, pushing Him down to His knees in front of Her, from His knees as He looked up to Her, eyes clouded by the mix of drugs, sex and magic, he watched her like she was the last good thing on earth.. such a lie.

Sonya would continue to press at Him until He was laying flat on His back, crawling overtop of Him until She straddled His hips, well aware of just how aroused the man was.. but that wasn't Her focus.. no, though She'd roll Her hips against Him to cause Him to cry out in pleasure and resume His begging. A curling sadistic smile on Her lips as She dragged Her nails over His chest, leaving red welts in their wake, and suddenly the knife was in her hand, the cool metal tip trailing along the mans skin... but there'd be no fear in His eyes, no desire to stop her.... She could kill his entire family in front of him and he'd beg her to continue, could cut him apart piece by piece and he'd cry out her name in pure ecstasy.

Slowly and with a meticulous amount of detail She would start to carve the ancient runes into the mans chest, each cut drawing thick beads of blood that ran in rivulets down His chest to begin to pool on the cement underneath him... forever staining the ground with his blood. She'd lean over Him, tongue lapping at the blood, causing a delicious shiver from the man beneath her, and she'd begin the chant in a low dark voice, slow and soft at first, body rocking against the mans in beat with Her chant and slowly the chant would rise from her lips, from her black soul, power lacing with Her voice, the chant dragging the man along with Her, his desire controlled by that chant, rising.. rising.. rising.. and as the final word was called out she raised her hands, knife bloodied and glittering in her hand bove her head, screaming out the last of her will and desire for power, her call to the gods that her sacrifice was ready and as that man underneath her screamed out his release there would be a flash of light reflecting off of the bloodied knife before it came plunging down, striking him hard and true, straight through the heart, death claiming him surely as she leaned over Him, lips claiming His and capturing that last breath as it rattled from his body before he fell still and silent, eyes glassed over, mouth parted in a silent scream.

Sonya stared down at the man she had just killed before throwing back Her head and laughing, the sound chilling as it filled the building and she drew all that power she had just raised and threw it up into the air, higher and higher, like a beacon in the City for any who might feel it, calling to those darker and unwanted creatures who lurked through the shadows. All manner of creature shunned by God and the Church would likely feel it... but it would be those touched by the demonic that would be drawn the fastest to it, like moths to a flame they would flock to Her.

Sonya would try and retrieve the knife from the mans body, yanking on it with all her might but unable to free it. She'd scowl a bit at losing one of her best daggers but would eventually leave it as She quickly scrambled to Her feet, cutting a door out of that circle, but closing it behind Her so none could disturb the body within... no the body was to be left.. left for the police to find. Nothing like a media frenzy to make Sonya's day. She'd step free of the circle, inspecting her bloddied hands, the hem of the robe she wore dipped in blood and trailing it. She would laugh again, licking the blood from Her hands while waiting for Her new friends to arrive from her call.

Arrive they would, more than she had anticipated... each one holding their individual power, each one terrifying in their own right, they'd crowd into that abandoned building, eyes first drawn to the dead man in the middle of the floor... some of them even testing the boundaries she had placed around Him.. Her power would lash out at them like a white-hot slap, pushing them away. Soon all eyes were on her, the one covered in the dead man's blood. Sonya would smirk, lips curling in an evil look that likely rivalled the devil himself. She'd speak to those gathered, voice laced with power, sex and death.

"Tonight is Halloween, a time where goblins and ghosts, demons and devils can run free." She'd cock her head to the side, eyes flashing with power, glowing a bright amber-red color. "Why don't we go and have some fun.... We shall run into the streets and show this country what Halloween is really about. Grab a mask and follow me!"

She would move then, smoothly swiping Her mask from the table nearby, fixing it to cover her face so only her glowing amber gaze peeked out from amongst the dark sequins and feathers before skipping out into the crowd of gathered demons and into the night, many following after her.. the offer of mischief and the smell of sex and death far too tempting.

Their crimes would have no rhyme or reason, no pattern to follow.. just random and senseless acts of destruction - the kind that were hardest to understand. A flock of masked people moving languidly down the street was cause for alarm enough... the first person to cross their paths staring at them wide eyed, immediately running to no doubt call the cops. A demon melted out of the shadows and detained him, the man fighting and screaming for his life, fear riding Him like a fine cologne.

Sonya closed in on him, reached out and stroked his cheek. The man trembled under Her chest and She tilted Her head to the side and smiled.
"Let him go... he's done naught to us." Relief flooded the mans face and the demon scowled at her but obliged and let him go..She'd watch as the man ran off and call to those demons gathered around her.

"Who here has power over fire?" There were many shouts, letting her know that a majority of the demons did... Sonya would grin, calling to them. "Moving target practice! 5 points for animals, 10 points for cars, 20 points for humans running for their lives. Bonus points for anyone that can make a human jump higher than 5 feet!"

Sonya didn't have to do anything but stand back and watch as mayhem ensued.. cars errupted into blazing homages to Her insanity, the screams of men and women filled the air like music to her ears. She would skip and dance down the road, feeding on the chaos, feeding her energy into the chaos, becoming the chaos. She was chaos. She'd clap Her hands and cheer as many of the demons proved they were definitely good at this game. She'd skip over fallen bodies, some dead, those alive crying out to their gods for mercy. She'd laugh at them leaning close to many of them, poking curiously at their wounds to see how loud she could make them scream and squirm before telling them rather matter-of-factly that there was no God, just evil.

Life was hell, hell was a circus, and right that moment she was the ring leader. She'd cheer as a flaming ball went whizzing by her to hit a small Japanese car, sending the burning husk straight up into the air before it came back down, crashing into a flurry of sparks and flames. The night would be bright and alive with their flames, but was Sonya done? Like hell she was.... next she would call to the demons waltzing through the streets in masquerade.

"Who here can spread fear?" Many more shouted and raised their voices, wanting in on the action... Sonya would cackle wickedly, clapping Her hands together. "Let's fill the night with their screams!!! Drag them out of their snug little beds and into the street."

Her orders were followed quickly, the sound of windows breaking, of doors being bust down... of men and women wailing as they faced their greatest fears all at once - whether it be something as simple as a snake or a spider all the way to some of the most horrific sights one could ever see. The asylum better have some free rooms cause some of these people weren't going to come back to sanity after tonight.

Sonya would continue to dance up and down the streets, giggling like mad and clapping Her hands... nearly tripped as a woman reached out and grabbed Her still bloody robe. Turning to face the woman who pleaded to be saved. She'd quirk a brow before her lips curled into a sugary sweet smile... too sweet... and She'd offer the woman a hand up, wrapping Her arms around the woman and pulling Her tight, lips pressed against the shell of Her ear as she whispered.

"Have you been a good little girl? Are you worth saving? Or do you have sins that you keep secret? Sins that you keep deep within." Sonya's hand would run over the woman's body sexually, practically groping her right there in the street as Her power drifted over the woman's skin, all desire, heat, sex and sin... the woman trembled, unable to fight Sonya off, rooted in place. Sonya would laugh and kiss the woman soundly on the lips, tongue drifting across the womans lips, tasting her before releasing her to fight with her conscience and wail in the middle of the street before She skipped off to find someone else to play with.