Thin Threads -- Chapter One

Thin threads

Summary:
This story is about Kenny's Cannibal Club in a parallel universe where everything and everyone is the opposite.
It will include bloody and some disturbing moments.


How come every night it seemed as eerie and silent as the ones in those horror movies? Those old ones, with the girl and guy sitting in a car. For some odd reason, they're parked over the edge of a cliff, staring at the glow of the full moon that reflects the windshield. The guy begins to move his arm around the girl's shoulder, and the cutie giggles a bit as she moves in and snuggles closer to her man. It's nothing but a perfect moment, until they have the feeling that they're being watched. They both try to ignore it, staring up at the full moon that is beginning to disappear behind the masses of dark clouds.

"We should go," the girl says in a quiet whisper, hearing the tree's branches move and crack like the sound of a small roach being squished.

"And miss the full moon? Everything is fine, it's probably the wind.."

Then, it usually ends in a bloody massacre of some man who was the ex-boyfriend of some sort. The movie usually ends with a bit of blood splattered all over the camera, with evil laughter ringing loudly as well. We all know the police would catch the man and throw him in jail, right where he belonged. Seeing how he acted, so heartless and cold, you actually wished to watch him suffer his punishment, and continue it after death. Well, this eerie feeling seemed to be around almost everyday and night. And, for some odd reason, the people who created such couldn't be captured.

In this city, it's ruled over by a large group of teens. At a young age, most of them had a somewhat of a rough past. Some may include abuse, neglect, possibly a diesease, but they all had the same reason for being treated so.

Some insanity, others social deviancy, but it was the particular diet that they had. The strange hunger that they felt that shouldn't even be common at all.

Cannibalism.

"I - It's so dark..." a young girl mumbled to herself, walking down the sidewalk. In her hand was a plastic grocery bag, filled with fruits, vegetables, meats, delicious items that could soon be cooked together to make a meal for herself. She lived alone in a small apartment. Her family was going to be visiting her in the next few weeks, and she wanted to create the best dinner for them. She had a good life ahead of her, and this girl knew this. The girl also knew that she shouldn't be alone at this time.

The streets were lonesome, a few cars driving past her, causing her long coat to pick up a bit. The only light available were the streetlights that flickered lifelessly, as if straining to glow. Windows of buildings had been covered by blinds or curtains, showing that no one was up at this hour. All she had to do was walk another street and she would be home, safe and sound.

Picking up her head to look at her surroudings, she noticed a figure walk out of one of the shops. It was a male, obviously by his manly figure, though she couldn't see exactly how he looked like. He was wearing a black hat on his head, covering his eyes and a long black coat that covered the rest of his body. He looked suspicious enough to make the young girl speed up her pace. Her steps echoed in the silence, as much as she wanted to, but the more she continued, she had the strangest feeling that she could hear footsteps behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the same man from across the street, now chasing after her.

Shaking her head, her orange hair flew in the air as she tried to run faster. "Get away from me!!" she said, her hand going into her grocery bag. Quickly, she turned around and threw the red fruit at him. But when she turned, she no longer saw him, only the apple on the ground that was now damaged. She sighed. It couldn't have been her imagination. You just don't imagine yourself being chased by someone. Turning around, her breath grew short. The man was now standing in front of her. Standing under a street-light, the yellow glow on his clothes. She finally could recongnize his appearence. She took note of the strands of purple hair that stood out from beneath his hat. She took another note his tanned skin, which she could see from his face that partly showed.

The girl took a step back, only to bump into another person. Her head quickly turning, she saw a pair of bright yellow eyes staring at her. It was a girl, she could tell by her feminine eyes. Strangely, she was wearing the same attire as the male, black hat, long coat and all. She felt surrounded now, watching the two walk closer to her. She could feel herself almost beginning to hypventilate. "You're not allowed to be roaming around right now," the girl heard the male voice say.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands holding her wrists together, and before she could struggle, she saw that the girl was now holding a sharpened blade close to her neck. She gasped silently when seeing the thin layer of blood dried on it, her throat going drying when seeing her own, growing pale reflection. All at once, she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks as her body grew limp. "I - I'm sorry!! Please, don't kill me! I want to live !!" Her pleas were unanswered. She could now feel the blade pressing against her neck, slowly cutting into her skin. The red - head began to whimper, staring up at the two as she could feel her death coming to her. "NO!! PLEASE!! I'LL DO ANYTHING, I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE MONEY I HAVE!!" she gasped.

Their brightly colored eyes stared at the girl. "We must. It's an order," the purple-haired one said with a sadistic grin.

"Yes," followed the yellow haired girl, "We get really hungry for people like you when the moon shines." Quickly, she slid the blade across her neck, passing it quickly against her jugular vein. The girl shrieked at the sudden pain, feeling the bleed profusely run down her neck. The man covered her mouth and her nose with his hand, his other hand with a firm grip on her wrists.
Not that she could escape, though.
Quickly losing blood, and now losing oxygen, the two watched as her eyes slowly grew lifeless right in front of them. The female sighed, wiping her blade on the sleeve of her coat. The male picked up the now dead female, slinging her over his shoulder. He watched as his fellow member lean down and picked up the grocery bag from the sidewalk, the same one that the dear girl had bought to cook for herself and her family. She opened it carefully, her nose scrunching up as if just touching it would cause her great discomfort. Looking through it, she found a note with pristine handwriting. A to-do list, it seemed.

"Anything interesting, Rin?" The man asked curiously, looking over her shoulder. Rin read through it slowly, soon crumpling it in her hand. "Nope, a stupid list. Appearently, she was getting ready for a visit from her family ..."

He nodded, watching his teammate of the night reach into the bag and pull out a fruit from inside it. "Let's hurry back, Hannible. The others are waiting," she said, turning to him. He nodded obediantly. "Don't you think we'll need a bit more? Many mouths to feed," Hannible reminded her.

Rin shrugged simply, peeling the skin from the orange in her hand and bit into it.

"I'm sure we'll run into some more humans on the way. It's really stupid how they think we won't find them."

This is just a small glimpse of a normal night in the city. A city taken in control of the hands of a special group of people.