Kay
The Collector - 1/? (*slash*)
TITLE: The Collector
AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, rape, death
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket, if she wants it, anyone else please ask.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, only wish I did. I don't know their true sexual
preference. This is just fiction. Inspired by the movie "Bone Collector." I own no part of it either.
STORY TYPE: AU
SUMMARY: A serial killer does some serious collecting. Lame, I know. By now you know what
movie inspired this, and you must know that it's not gonna be pretty story, right? My first
attempt at this type of story and it was written because I was dared by friend. Call it a belated
Halloween story.
The first part is told from the victims point of view, his identity will be revealed at the end of this
part. If you think you can figure out who the killer is, just remember, I love a twist in a story.
*evil grin* Next part will have some real clues to his identity, but you will have to look for them.
Enjoy and happy guessing.
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A shiver courses throughout my body startling and awakening me at the same time. I try to
move, but realize that I am tied, face down, on a bed. The cold breeze on my back lets me know
that I'm not only helpless, but that I was naked, too.
I struggle against the unforgiving restraints. My heart is beating so fast that I think it will
explode. After finally accepting that I cannot escape, I study my surroundings.
I frown at the foul smell of the mattress. Sure it has fresh sheets covering it, but I can smell the
scent of death underneath the crisp, clean sheets. After being a nurse at the emergency room for
three years, I'm able to identify it quickly.
I look closer at the sheets. If you look close enough, you can see the dried blood underneath them.
The blood of another. The one before me. Who was he? Did he know that he was laying on his
death bed?
I panic, pulling at my restraints. My head is pounding. The last thing that I remember is walking
toward my car after a wonderful date with Jeff Hardy, a new orderly at the Hospital. I remember
a sharp sting in my neck and that was it.
"Glad you're awake," a sultry male voice whispers from behind me. I can tell that he's disguising
his voice.
I try to turn and see who my captor is, but he grabs a handful of my hair forcing my head
forward.
A sudden feeling of dread surges through me. I know that voice. Where have I heard it? They say
that killers usually know their victims, even carried on conversations with them. FUCK! Where
have I heard that voice?
"What do you want?" I ask trembling, cursing how weak my voice sounds.
He runs a finger down my spine causing me to shiver.
"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, his mouth close to my ear, causing me to shiver even more.
A whimper escapes my throat as his finger continues downwards, sliding between the globes of
my ass, pausing to tease my puckered opening.
I thrash and try to squirm away from his touch, but my restraints hold me in place.
"NO!" I whimper.
He chuckles softly.
"Are you scared?" He whispers, teasing me as his fingers slip lower caressing my balls and the
area around them.
I whimper. Did he really expect an answer? I look for the first time at the wall surrounding my
bed. My eyes widen as I realize for the first time that it is splattered with blood. Some of it is
fresh. My chest heaves as my fear mounts. I'm in his slaughter house. I will die here.
"You will be mine, forever," he whispers seductively.
I squirm as he grabs my left leg and holds it securely. I turn and strain my neck to see what he is
going to do. I jump as I hear the snap of the switchblade being opened.
"What are you doing?" I scream, my eyes wide with fear as I gaze for the first time onto the white
mask that covers his face.
I jump as the blade touches my leg at the hamstring. A scream tears from my throat as the cold
steel slices deep into my skin, cutting, slicing.
I thrash and pull at my restraints as blood pours from the back of my leg onto the bed. Images of
things I wanted to do, to see, to say flash before my eyes. I'd never get to finish medical school
like I planned. I'd never be the doctor that I had always dreamed of becoming.
I lay helplessly as he slices down further along the muscle. My breathing is in short hiccuping
gasps, and I know I'm not far from going into shock.
He lifts my leg admiring his handiwork. He drops it onto the bed eliciting a scream from me.
"You won't get too far if you manage to get loose of your restraints," he whispers as he leans down
and places a cold kiss on my shoulder, it's almost tender. "When I get home from work, we can
have some fun beautiful."
I shiver. I know that his idea of fun will be pain and pure hell for me. I resist the urge to vomit.
Am I going to bleed to death? No. Calm down, you're a nurse idiot. I can feel the heat and
tightness around the huge gash and that meant the wound was already beginning to heal. The
psycho was good. The way he handled the blade and avoided any major arteries was skillful.
Skillful like a surgeon. Did he work at the hospital with me?
I remembered the bodies that had been brought into the morgue during the last year. My friend,
Jason, works at the morgue and he had showed them to me as if they were prized possessions or
something. The heads had been decapitated, and they all had a similar slash along their left leg.
My heart beats faster as I realize that I'm in the hands of a serial killer, who had become known
to the police as the collector.
When he leaves the room, I struggle feverishly with the restraints, cursing as the pain in my leg
becomes almost unbearable. I look around, but there are no windows. Just blood stained walls
surrounding me.
Every sound in the room seems as if it is magnified. I stiffen as the door opens once again. I lay
quietly, praying that he will just leave me alone.
He's checking on me, making sure I'm still secure. "Later beautiful," he whispers as he closes the
door. I sigh in relief as I listen to the pounding thud of my heart as his footsteps fade down the
hall.
I realize that I'm dead. I'm just as dead as the others before me. I, Adam Copeland, will be killed
by a serial killer if I can't get the hell out of here before he gets back.
~TBC~
