Queen of Spades (House of Car...

A/N: Hi guys!

THANK YOU FOR HELPING THIS STORY WIN IN THE WATTY'S!

This is one of the scenes I plan on putting into the book when I take it to a publisher. It's meant to be dark, disturbing and creepy. That said, I hope it gives you an insight to the character of Stuart and helps to make the danger of the situation all the more gripping for you :D

You guys earned this and so much more :D

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It was all her fault, he knew it and the fact that finally, today he would get his revenge filled the empty part of his soul. Stuart had been following the news, more interested in finding out where that harlot was now than the ruins that was his family's reputation. Everyone knew now the things he had done to her, and the fact that they all knew had only increased the painful presence of his frustrated lust. She was his to use and destroy, and knowing that everyone knew she was a victim now just made his body shake with need. Soon he would have her back, and the pamphlet to her high school Gala was just the sign he'd needed.

Now. Tonight, he would take her back into his possession, and then kill her once and for all. The thoguht of what it would be like to hear her scream one last time was enough for him to need a cold shower in the worst way.

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Stuart's jaw was clenched so tight he'd hear a pop and felt pain, and yet he still couldn't relax his angry scowl. Those idiots had drawn some stupid heart on his face, which he'd promtly scrubbed off, knowing that he wanted noting associating him with these pathetic sheep around him. He was above them, better than they could ever hope to be. They were all shackled by the petty restraints of 'society approved behaviour'. Fools, only the strong survived, and it was their job to thin the herds, take what they want because they deserved it. Might makes right, a fact that the whore Alice hadn't gotten beaten into her head enough it seemed.

Because there she was, dancing on the stage as if she had every right to be there. She belonged on the floor, bleeding and seeping his fluids like always. He stroked the rigid outline of the knife sheath hidding under his clothes, whispering silent promises to himself about the many different ways he could hurt her without killing her. After she had gone to the police and they finally believed her, Stuart's life had all but ended. His family was shunned, losing their jobs, being told to move out of the neighborhood by their lifelong friends and the cops had come for Stuart. He'd had to flee his home, his apartment and his school. Not that he had really cared about any of that, but now he was forced into squatting in an abandoned factory and filled his days with looking at library books on torture. He wanted to expand his repetoire for when he had her in his possession again. The rest of his time had been spent trying to get her alone, but there was always someone around her!

Even here, where the crowds protected him for being noticed, he'd found no way to get to her backstage. He was just going to have to wait until she wandered away from the herd, vulnerable without the numbers to protect her. It would only take a second, then he could have her locked in the bathroom down the hall, the sounds of the crowds would muffle her screams and he had a ball gag in his pocket to ensure that any sounds she made would only be heard by him. He wanted to record the sounds of her dying screams.

He smiled darkly to himself as he slipped out of the crowds and waited for her to f*** up, she was too stupid not to. His confidence grew as it was obvious that it never occured to her that since the school was open to the public today, so no one had thought to secure the hallways properly. She was walking towards the girls bathroom when he decided to make his move and pressed a his new hunting knife to her neck. "Move." Stuart growled at her and dragged in the smell of her sweat and fear with a deep sniff of her hair. "Make a sound and I'll slit your throat like a sacrifical lamb." he warned softly, pushing her into the girls bathroom, out of sight.

He moved the knife from her throat to rest against the side of her face, edge pressed just against the skin from her temple down to her jaw. He'd made sure to get a big knife, wanting her terror to be immediate. "Stuart, you don't need to do this." Alice breathed, and he snarled, pressing the knife in jsut a little harder. She gasped, a tear sliding down her cheek as he drew the knife slowly downwards, cutting her face. The sight of her tears and blood had him so hard it hurt.

"Make one sound..." he'd warned. "You of all people should know Alice. I really do need to do this. See, you ruined my life. So I'm going to make you pay. Don't worry, you won't live to regret this. I'm going to cut you until you beg me to use you. After you beg me, I'll put you out of your misery...." he whispered, kissing the side of her neck while she shuddered.

"Either way I'm dead." Alice made it a statement, not a question.

"Eventually." He whispered, other hand coming up to grab her breast, he loved the way her body froze in fear.

"Then I know what I have to do." she sounded too calm but he was distracted at the taste of her skin. He was nuzzling her neck, biting at it painfully and gripping her chest hard enough to leave bruises. He thoguht that she was gonig to let him have her with no fight, fearing his blade but then she screamed, "MALCOLM!"

The knife slashed down, his anger driving it to open the flesh from her ear, down her neck and across her shoulder. But Alice hadn't stood still while she screamed for help. No, she jerked her body away from the knife the moment she started to scream for help. Stuart had expected her to be so frozen with fear that she'd let him use her, hurt her and then kill her. He let out an angry sound and pursued her, just as willing to f*** her cooling body as her screaming one, needing to restake his dominance.

 The whore ran to the door of the girls bathroom, unlocking it but then dodged to the side as he rushed towards her. She slid into the corner, panting Stuart plunged his knife into the door, approximately where her spine had been located a moment before. He wanted her fear, needed it in a way he couldn't explain but had his vision hazing red. Stuart turned on her, ripping the knife back out of the door while Alice danced out of reach, but he smirked,knowing that he would chase her down eventually.

"MAL-COLM!" Alice bellowed again and Stuart chuckled, relaxing as no one seemed to have heard the commotion. "WEST!" She screeched as well, making Stuart's lip curl. She really was a harlot, letting multiple men use her like that. He hated it, she was HIS to use, no one elses!

"Just for that, I'm gonna cut my own hole to f***." Stuart growled at her, voice dreadfully happy sounding.

Alice stood carefully still, her breathing was in hard gasps. Stuart felt his whole body tingle as he realized that this was it, his time to take what he so desperately needed. She looked so pitiful in front of him that he wanted to laugh at her. She was so weak, so useless and yet she still had to try and fight back. He grinned at her, and then stalked towards her. The whore waited and he loved that he had her cowed so easily, that was how things should be. The weak tremble before the strong. He was almost close enough to slice her with the knife again, when Alice kind of jumped towards him and sent both her feet into his stomach, launching him to slam backwards into the hallway. Stuart crashed into the hallway wall and hit hard, feeling his head snap back. It surprsied him to feel the hunting knife drop out of his grip as he heard her cry out. This wasn't supposed to be happening!

The stupid slut didn't reach for the weapon though, instead getting to her feet and making a run for the door. He started chasing after  gonig towards the busy performance hall. She thought she was going to be safe but Stuart tackled her to the ground, knocking the air out of her chest in a sickening rush. Alice's head snapped forward and her forehead bounced against the floor, and she stilled for a moment. It was all he needed and his fingers locked around her neck, kneeling down on her back to pin her while he choked her. Her fingers tore at his, trying to break their deadly lock around her windpipe, but he just leaned back, making her arch upwards and depriving her of any hope for air. He could feel her struggles weakening as her body starved for air when suddenly he felt himself being thrown to the side.

He rolled a little and saw a dark, Hispanic looking man trying to press his hands against her bleeding wounds. He had been so close! His body throbbed with frustration, knowing that he could have had the best orgasim of his life when she died but this b* had to come ruin it. Without  thinking, he surged to his feet and kicked that f***er away from his victim. At the same time he slashed wildly with the knife he'd reclaimed.

The interfering moron rolled to his feet, facing the Stuart. Blood dripped down from the man's chest where Stuart had driven part of the knife.  A sound of more foot steps skidding into view, gave way to the sight of another dark man, face full of murder. This whore's other lover it seemed. But he didn't spare the second man another glance after that, focusing on the jacka** in front of him, dismissing the slender boy. That was a mistake because the stupid fag charged into Stuart, slamming the larger man against a wall and away from the first b.

Stuart shoved the boy away from him, leg shooting out to squarely land against the f***er's knee. It was just the right kind of kick in the wrong location and the knee slid out of joint with a disturbingly loud pop. Stuart smirked as the older prick dragged the younger prick to 'safety', leaving the younger man next to Alice.

Stuart wanted to simply get rid of these distractions, knowing that the longer it took, the less likely it was he would get his sweet release tonight. The man in front of him moved like a king cobra, all sublte, hypnotic sways. Stuart struck with the knife, slashing out with it, knowing that this man would be no match for him. The already bleeding man swayed back, the knifes edge catching a line down his chest but he ignored the injury, swayed back in, heavy fist crunching against Stuart's collarbone. With a wet sound Stuart screamed, the knife falling out of his hand as the blow broke his collar bone. Before he could recover and attack again, the man grabbed Stuart by the hair and l slammed his knee up into Stuart's face, destroying his aristocratic nose. He was now just struggling to get away, to break free when the man grabbed his head and a loud crack filled the air.

Stuart's body hit the floor, bleeding and dead. Discarded like trash.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked that different perspective on the attack.