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==The car drove along the road that seemed to be endless, going on and on like it would appear in front of the vehicle as it drove through the darkness of the starless sky. The calmness of the night was disturbed by the roar of the car’s engine as it drove through the deserted road. The moon shone through the branches of the tall oak trees dancing on the window of the car. And every once in a while, it shone in on to the inhabitancies of the back seat as she rocked back and forth a little in her seat. She lacked any normal features of a cheery 7 year old she once was, her lovely vibrant fiery ginger hair was usually pulled back with a hairband that then separated into two plaits, now her long beautiful hair was dirty and scruffy and it covered her entire face that once had rosy red cheeks and a normal skin tone making it look like one that would smile and laugh a lot, it did about 10 hours but now it was a pale pasty grey and just a blank expression, empty of any emotion, with lifeless eyes that seemed to stare into the abyss. == The girl then muttered under her breath “Mum, will Ben ever come back” There was a long pause then the mother replied “No Rachel darling…Ben has gone…up to the angels” in shaky and stuttered voice. Rachel then asked with a raspy breath that seemed to be slightly shaken “Is Farther going to be home?” Another long pause followed, you could hear the leaves rustle as they hit the cars roof “No…” her mother said in a stern but quite voice. Rachel sighed in relieve; ever since Ben died Rachel couldn’t help but feel and deep and over welling anger towards her father, after what he had done.

Rachel’s Farther had been drinking again, he would go weeks sometimes months without a single drop of alcohol then he would break out. That night he had gone and had a bout of it. Rachel’s mother was out on a business trip, so when he got home and began to beat Rachel, he began to push Rachel around and knocked her into the wooden coffee table knocking the glass vase and as it smashed a piece of glass hit her face cutting her lip and cutting deep into her cheek he then slapped her around the face for smashing the vase making her nose trickle blood onto the carpet this made him angry and when Rachel’s farther was about to punch her heavily, her older brother Ben jumped in and took the blow sending him across the room. ”Dad, Stop your drunk” He stammered whilst trying standing up and not falling down again “why don’t you go and upstairs and rest?” Their farther snarled and walked up to Ben’s face, close enough so that Ben could smell the putrid breath of his drunk farther who said in a woozy off toned voice “If you want to fight lets fight” he took along heavy breath, his horrid breath made Ben feel sick.

Their farther turned around and walked into the kitchen, Ben then cautiously edged towards the kitchen signalling Rachel to wait where she was. Then their farther storms out of the kitchen wielding the largest knife, he aims and lunges towards Ben, Ben dodges the blow as best as he can but his farther manages to slice into his left arm, blood pours onto the floor, Ben yells in pain as the thick warm blood leaks from his arm making a dripping sound on the living room floor. Rachel screams in a shuddering voice “No, Ben”. Rachel runs in her 7 year old stride across the room and gropes for the phone and dials 999 with a shaky hand, but by now her farther was on top of Ben punching him across the face, a blood stream flowed endlessly from his mouth and nose from the sustained damage to his head creating a thick red puddle around his head. Rachel now had warm salty tears streaming down her face she was screaming into the phone “Help me, help me, please” The woman on the other side of the phone was trying to stay calm but she couldn’t because she could hear the muffled cries of Ben as Rachel’s dad was now choking him.

Rachel’s mother had been on her way home when one police car passed then a second then another and another also an ambulance crew all going in the direction of her home  she dismissed it as a coincidence and carried on but couldn’t help but worry. Moments after the police had sped past Rachel’s mothers car the police burst in followed by the ambulance crew members holding medical bags the first thing they saw was blood. Blood was everywhere on the walls blood slowly sliding down and in the centre of the floor there was a massive blood massacre where Ben was just clinging onto life. The police restrained the farther and charged him of child abuse and attempted in murder, the ambulance crew took Ben and Rachel to the nearest hospital that when Ben got there the hospital dragged into the emergency room.

Their mother then got a call, she reached inside her bag and picked it up her mind spinning with horrible possibilities “hello…?” she says with a shaky voice. ”Mrs Jackson please can you come to the Horton hospital we will explain why when you get here”. She felt her heart sink; the worst thing she could have thought of was answered. She hung up and hurtled to the hospital all she could think was what she would be greeted with. When she did get there she was addressed with her daughter in tears. She hugged her feeble body tight “Don’t worry mummy is here” she assured. “Daddy hurt Benny” Rachel Whimpered. “What” She exclaimed reclining from the tight hug. A voice from behind her bellowed to her “Mrs Jackson come quick” as the doctor began to lead the way through the emergency room. The three all ran to the room Rachel’s hand in her mother’s to where Ben was now fighting for his life.

He was covered in blood his clothes where now a deep red, Rachel screamed “Ben!” she escaped her mother’s grip around her wrist and held her brothers bloody hand “Ben please don’t leave…me and mummy...we need you!” She croaked and sniffled. He used the last of his strength to put his hand on hers, Rachel looked up with her red teary eyes as Ben says in a wheezy voice “Rachel…you are a big girl now…can you…protect mum for me?”  Rachel stared in dismay “Can you?” He said in a bold voice, all Rachel could do was nod slightly. Ben then reached inside his pocket with his bloody hands and took out a small wooden blood stained rocking horse. “Here…keep this safe and you will be safe” Then Ben’s heart rate on the monitor began to drop as his eyes slowly closed shut. Rachel’s mum was now crying covering her mouth trying to silence her whines then took Rachel by the hand and tried to walk her out but Rachel once again escaped her grip and hugged her brother one last time as he took his last breath, he died at the age of Fifteen on the 16th April 2003 at 11:33pm.

Rachel wiped her eyes because of the tears that had begun to form in her eyes, just the thought of her bloody and beaten brother made her want to cry and howl, but she knew it would not help because her brother wasn’t waking up, she thought as she looked at the blood stained rocking horse. Rachel then looked up and focused on her mum she was silently driving focusing on the road ahead. Her Mum had short Brown hair and had light blue eyes that shone in the light she also had face that looked like one to smile, but she wasn’t smiling not one bit. Her pasty face only showed great depression.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Cambria","serif"">The car pulled into the driveway of the house that was home to a horrific murder scene. Her mother stepped out as the car’s suspensions readjusted as the mother walked round the car and opened Rachel’s car door slowly. Rachel stepped out making sure to take the bloodied rocking horse with her. Rachel stared at the gravely driveway beneath her feet, there was a long silence apart from the sound of a car’s shaky engine nearby. Her mother broke the silence “I know this is hard” She was silenced by the little girl murmuring “I’m ok…really” as she began to walk to the door still staring and the ground with her scruffy hair swaying across her face. Her mum silently walked behind her, as just the sound of the grinding gravel could be heard. Rachel’s mother reached over and turned the lock, Rachel heard the door unlock and as the door slowly creaked open it revealing the room where Ben was brutally beaten and bloodied sent a cold shiver down her spine. But the police had cleaned up the blood and gore that had once been there. “Why don’t you go up to your room and I’ll knock when dinner is ready?” her mum said in a surprisingly calm tone, which Rachel could understand soon as her mum didn’t see the horrific scene of  Ben being beaten  before her. Rachel nodded slightly, stumbled up the stairs to her room slamming the door behind her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Cambria","serif"">She looked around her room still holding the wooden rocking horse; it was the usual 7 year old room with pink walls and cuddly toys as she looked around the room she saw photo frames on the mantelpiece and walked up to take a closer look at the photos with a quiet tap of her shoes on the hard wood floor of her room. Rachel scanned the photos of her family members when she stopped on a picture of a group photo, she placed the rocking horse on the mantelpiece and picked up the frame and slid the picture out of the white love heart printed frame she grabbed the corner of the picture and tore her farther out of the photo making a loud ripping sound bounced off the walls of her claustrophobic room. She slid the picture back into the frame and carefully placed it back on the mantelpiece and picked the rocking horse back up then turned to face her bed she walked over to it and sat down and the beds mattress sank underneath her. She then kneels on her bed to grab a book from the shelf above her bed with a slight creak from the mattress. She then places the book on the bed and places the wooden horse on top, she slightly tilts the horse and it begins to rock back and forth. Rachel grabs the pillow from behind her and hugs it close to her and curls into a ball and starts to rock back and forth, back and forth with the horse as it also rocks back and forth, back and forth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Cambria","serif"">She wanted to hug and hold her brother tight, she wanted to play tag in the garden with him, and she wanted to play fight with him just one last time. She sat there replaying over and over how her dad had brutally mutilated Ben, the blood and the roar of pain Ben had yelled as he was beaten. She began to rock faster and faster and thought of the ways dad should be killed stabbed, choked, or beat with rocks or even to be drowned in harmful chemicals.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:"Cambria","serif"">Her fantasy world was then interrupted by the knocking on her door “Rachel Dinners ready” said her mum. “Ok mum” Rachel replied listening to her mother’s footsteps as she walked down the stairs. Rachel stops the horse from rocking and stands slowly taking a deep breath and walks over to the door, opens it, walks out to the top of the stairs and edges downstairs and with a walks to the table then sits herself at the dining table next to and empty seat which should be occupied by her elder brother. Rachel sighs and begins to play with her food on her plate but does not eat a single mouthful and starts to wonder what would have happened if she had helped Ben? Would he still be alive? Rachel’s mum noticed the distress and asked “Rachel do you want to see a person that can help you feel better?” Rachel looked up and just shook her head she didn’t what to be asked questions again or have to explain each and every detail of the attack. Rachel then says in a muffled voice “can I leave the table?” she didn’t want to do anything but think, her mum nodded even though she wanted Rachel to eat but let her leave, so Rachel jumps off the chair and went up the stairs with a swaying stride, across the landing and slowly shut the door behind her. She didn’t go to sleep that night, she didn’t even try, there was too much to think about.

<p class="MsoNormal">A few years later Rachel is now 11; Rachel try’s to focus on her own life but a week after the death of her brother she was diagnosed with MMD leaving her depressed and with suicidal thoughts, but not like any other suicidal thinking of hanging or overdosing she would want to bath in bleach or be beaten to deathlike her brother had been. Rachel also had a habit of drawing doodles but no normal doodles, they would contain contained blood, gore and macabre, she would always get a weird tingling feeling when she did that made the doodles feel like the normal thing to draw. But one day she got so angry at herself, she kept repeating to herself ‘Stupid, weak, useless’ she then heard a cat’s meow behind her she turned to see her cat Whiskers, who was a lovely white and grey patched cat with large green eyes filled with playfulness, her anger faded a wide insane smile spread across her face, and she felt a weird sensation deep within her and she now had an uncontrollable urge to kill.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel’s mother later on that day walked in to her room to smell the fresh smell of damp death and to see the white and grey cat lying on the ground, but he beautiful silky coat was now stained in red and its guts and internal were lying on the ground in front of its open stomach with a pair of open bloodied scissors next to the gore. But what Rachel’s mother next saw was the killer which made her cover her mouth and scream. In the corner of the room sat Rachel rocking back and forth peacefully finger painting on the wall in her pet’s blood her gory pictures. She then turned to see her mother’s pale face she snapped out of the trance she was in and realised what she had done, she looked at the warm blood on her fingers. Rachel looked her mother confused with terror in her eyes “what had just happened to her?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Her mum scheduled therapy for Rachel who didn’t say a word since she killed her cat. The day final arrived and Rachel sat in the waiting room fiddling her thumbs she was wearing a black hoodie to cover her face even thought  was not needed because her unbrushable hair did that for her on its own but she wanted to be hidden from the world. Her mum sat next to her reading a magazine. Rachel felt venerable and uneasy she began to fidget, she felt that everyone in the waiting room was staring at her until the woman at the desk calls “Miss Rachel Jackson please go through to room 23b please” Rachel stood up with her mum who quietly whispers into her ear “Don’t worry” And as Rachel and her mother walk down the hallway Rachel tuned into the sound of her mother’s high heels clicking on the stone tiles until they reached the room. Rachel’s mum knocked on the door and it was answered by a tall and attractive woman who had sapphire eyes and long curly hair in a lovely golden colour. She was wearing an orange scarf that complimented the colour of her eyes and she then stepped aside to let Rachel through Saying “Hello Rachel, do you want to come in and take a seat?” Rachel couldn’t help but feel like she was perfect for what she had planned; Rachel then slowly stepped in and as the therapist closed the door after letting her mum say good luck.

<p class="MsoNormal">The room had blank white walls only a few pictures of flowers hung on the walls which made Rachel hiss under her breath there was one window she walked over to look out the window and looked down to the ground and wondered what would happen if someone was to jump off the 3rd floor window. She turned pack around to face the therapist who had begun to walk over to the centre of the room where only two leather seats facing each over with a glass coffee table in between which sent a shudder down her spine and through her body.

<p class="MsoNormal">She then walked over and took a seat with the glass table between them. The Therapist then began the session “Hello, I’m Julie and I will be talking to you today and for the next couple of weeks” She held out her hand to shake Rachel’s hand put Rachel just curled up in a ball and quietly replied “Hi” Julie felt a bit uneasy but carried on with the session. “So I’m going to ask some questions, is that ok with you?” Rachel just nodded slightly and began to fiddle with her thumbs again. “Ok what is your full name?” the therapist asked. Rachel thought for a second and wondered why she would need my name I thought the hospital would already know but never the less answered in a muttered tone “Rachel Anne Jackson”. The therapist scribbled away on her clipboard “Ok, and what problems have you had in your life” there was a long pause, Rachel’s eyes widened as her head began to ring, she covered her ears as tight as she could and began to rock back and forth, back and forth.

<p class="MsoNormal">The therapist got up and went over to try and calm her down but Rachel began to whine as the ringing began to grow louder and louder, she then looked up and screamed when she saw ‘Kill’ written on the wall in blood, she saw bodies hanging from the ceiling from their necks, some by their toes some by their hair and all of them had their eyes gouged out with wide gaping mouths their stomachs cut open with their organs hanging out blood dripped down onto the floor covered in dead mutilated animals. She looked at her hands and saw bugs and spiders climbing all over her body she jumped from her seat and fell to the floor. She curled up and covered her ears until the ringing stopped and heard a dark voice echoing that sounded just like her brother, no there was no mistaking it was her brother’s voice just repeating “Kill, kill, kill” as it echoed into her soul and all of a sudden she opened her eyes, the room was back to normal and she stood up, the real fun was just beginning.

<p class="MsoNormal">The therapist stood in shock as Rachel put her hand in her left pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, Rachel didn’t even know how it got there but she had a good idea of what she was going to do with it, Rachel let out a couple of insane chuckles as she strides towards the therapist now to shocked to move or speak. Rachel’s body then leaped on top of the frightened therapist and she quickly tied the scarf the therapist she was wearing tying it around her face to make a gag so that she wouldn’t alert the whole building Rachel looked down looming over the therapist, then bent over and said “Silence” Rachel slowly recoils back up so she was sitting on top of the terrified therapist up straight then began to slowly dig the tip of the knife under the eyeball of the therapists left eye and with ease popping her eye out she could hear the muffles screams of the therapist, but it was too quiet to be noticed by people outside the room. Rachel then moved on to the second eye and popped the right one out, the therapist would have been crying in pain but she couldn’t because she was now incapable to do so.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel let off a few more insane and demonic chuckles causing her to take a deep breath, her nostrils tingled with excitement as she smelt the delightful smell of fresh blood in the air as she licked the knife covered in the red metallic liquid. When she had done cleaning her knife of the substance she slowly started to slide down Julie so she could have full view of her stomach. Rachel pondered for a minute on what to do, but then she had the perfect idea. She took hold of Julie’s left hand a placed it on top of her right hand and held them like that by the wrists to the centre of Julie’s chest. She then lifted up the pocket knife with a shaky hand and violently impaled it through Julie’s hands causing the victim to squeal and begin to thrash and squirm this made Rachel feel happy and warm inside, she loved this feeling of power as she kept on push down until the small knife was wedged into the middle of Julie’s ribcage. Now she could do what she wanted with no distractions stopping her, Rachel then began to rip into Julie’s stomach blood splurged onto Rachel’s face that had a wide smile spread across it. Julie had begun to choke on her own blood as she began to foam red bubbles but because of the bound scarf in her mouth she was forced to swallow it back down making her throat sore and tender. Rachel now had ripped a hole in Julies flesh revealing her internal organs, Rachel grabbed the large intestines, they felt warm a squishy as it slivered through Rachel’s grip. Then she had a feeling inside and it needed to be for filled, so Rachel brought the snake like organ to her mouth and slowly licked it a little it tasted like nothing else she had tasted before, it had the taste of blood and a slight hint of chicken this made Rachel lick her lips, and was about to bite but interrupted by a knock on the door. “Mrs Alan, you have run over time and I have your patient’s mother here” said a cheery voice. Rachel staid as silent as she could. There was another more frustrated knock at the door “We are going to come in now”  the door slowly glided open, as the  nurse and Rachel’s mother froze in place as they looked in horror at the therapists mutilated body which was still letting off a few quite groans. But what shocked them the most was the fact the sweet girl know as Rachel was the killer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Rachel, what have you done?” screamed her mother. Rachel looked at her mother with her soulless eyes “Who is this Rachel you speak of?” said the body of what used to belong to an almost normal 11 year old girl; they both gasped as Rachel stood up slouching her back a little. She then turned to face the window. A wild insane Cheshire cat smile spread across her face, it seemed that her face should have broken in half by now. Rachel now faced the window and began to stumble toward it at a jogging pace with spots of the therapist’s blood dripping off her. She then reached the window flying through it with a loud ‘smash’ as her mother gave off a painful shriek in terror as her daughter fell from the 30 meter drop. Rachel however landed with a slam but stood up, many people on the street began to scream in terror as they saw the young girl known as Rachel run through the busy street covered in fresh blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel could hear the distant sirens, Rachel felt different, free to be exact and now that she had this freedom she was going to use it to get her revenge.

<p class="MsoNormal">The police were getting to close for comfort so Rachel darted off into the nearest field, as she drove deeper into the sea of wheat she could hear the yells of the officers and sirens grow quieter and quicker. Relived she slowed down to a walk. She felt her heart beat slow as well, she looked down at her blood stained hands and felt a deep pleasure. She then came to the edge of the corn field to a barn. She ran inside forcing the heavy door to swing open and began to search the barn for a weapon for she would need something special for this kill. She looked at the tool shack and there were many choices a pitch fork which she could impale her victim upon, she shook her head. It would end their pitiful life too quickly. She looked along the rack to lay her deep crest eyes on two rusty sickles; she smiled insanely at them her head twitched a bit. They were both old and rusted, she lifted them off them, running her index finger across the blade, she frowned they were a bit blunt but she knew they were perfect. She turned now wielding her duel sickles. She then exited the barn and ran toward the prison.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel’s farther sat in his lonely claustrophobic cell humming his own little tune. His cell was dark and damp it had multiple spots of black mould from where the pipes had been leaking. He sat on his bed praying once again for forgiveness. The lights began to flicker causing a shiver to run down his spine then the lights went out. He looked up feeling a disturbing presence behind him as he heard his cell door slide open. He was frozen in his spot but when he regained his mobility he slowly turned to find a small figure standing in the doorway engulfed in the darkness, but with the light from his blocked window he could see long scruffy hair. His mouth hung open as the figure lifted its head showing one vibrant green eye and a crooked mouth that spread into a sinister smile that opened “God, won’t save you, not after what you did” it said in a satanic voice. He instantly knew who was speaking “Rachel?” he said in a rough voice. She shook her head “oh no, you must be must be mistaken, I am crook-eye you see” she then moved her blood stained hair to reveal a cross mark cut into her right eye. Blood was still pulsating from the fresh wound; she let off a devilish laugh. “Pretty isn’t it” she said giggling. This caused her to take a deep breath in but continued “You remember the last time we saw each over? No? Let me remind you” she slowly walked in setting herself down on her farther filthy blankets. “We were in the living room, you were brutally stabbing Ben, you remember that?” she said with an angered face. “And now it’s your turn” she then stood up and revealed her sickles and began to walk around the bed to her over weight farther who was frozen in place chilled to the bone. She placed the tip of one sickle on her father’s left side and sank it deeply into his torso and cut with the raged blade across to his right side revealing his insides; causing her farther to shake violently and begin to cough and splutter blood. “How does it feel to be sliced slowly, feeling the pain and not be able to pass out” she said reaching into his gut and beginning to churn up his inners until she found his stomach which she slowly pulled out making him turn his head to vomit blood, his mouth was now foaming with blood dripping from the corners. As she held his stomach in her hands dripping his fresh metallic liquid, she raised one hand and licked it embracing the taste making her tongue tingle with excitement she then lifted it up above his head and sliced his stomach causing his stomach acid to fall onto his face. She listened to his shriek in pain as his face began to sizzle and bubble. She then grabbed the back of his neck forcing his mouth open tipping the rest of his stomach acid into his mouth making his throat go red raw and begin to bleed. She let go of his head leaving him to suffer for a while.

<p class="MsoNormal">She then carved a ‘X’ above his heart on his chest and slowly dug her hand into the centre of the ‘X’, reaching through the rib cage she grabbed her father’s heart and began to squeeze feeling his heart beat grow weaker and weaker till it stopped. She then removed her hand and stared at her victim’s corpse she then left after leaving her advice. “Hello and welcome to BBC 1 news and we are here with the latest news report” said the man “And today’s top news is the serial killer on the lose she is known as ‘Crook-eye’ and is linked to many deaths each leaving a note on the wall in the victim’s blood ‘God won’t save you’ we do not know her motivation yet but police are looking in to it they suspect it was the 11 year old girl Rachel Jackson who went missing after  attempt in murder of a therapist who is still recovering in hospital, so we do warn you if you suspect anyone  please contact us and please avoid contact for she is highly dangerous”

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