Psycho ch.4

By: Firefly

Note: Last time I left off the mystery host had finally accomplished his plan. As each minute passes, The danger grows. Who will be the first victim? Who do you think the mystery host is? Read and find out…

Too late to turn back…

Krillan slowly wandered through the halls with Piccolo close behind. His feet making soft thumps as he crossed the plush velvet carpet. He slowly turned his head to the side as the giant portraits of the present wealthy owners passed by. Krillan grit his teeth as he continued walking through the dim candlelit halls.

“Spooky.” Krillan whispered.

“Don’t you think Piccolo….? Piccolo?” Krillan whirled around to see that Piccolo wasn’t there anymore. “Piccolo?” He squeaked fearfully. Piccolo was nowhere in sight.

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Yamcha, Bulma and Chow-su slowly wandered through the halls looking frequently at the spooky Portraits. “This is freaking me out…” Yamcha muttered as Chow-su clung to him in fear.

“Oh stop being such babies!” Bulma replied her voice shaking a little. “I bet Krillan, Piccolo, Vegeta ChiChi and Goku are just fine!”

“I don’t know…” Chow-su murmured nervously. “I’m getting scared!”

Yamcha put his arm around Bulma and grinned.

“I don’t know… it’s kinda romantic.” Bulma shoved him playfully giggling.

“Hey Yamcha! Look at this!” Chow-su said as he came upon a giant painting of what looked like a pretty maiden. Bulma rolled her eyes as Yamcha went over to him. She walked up to a candle holder that had a face of a demon carved into it.

“Weird…” She muttered as she reached out to touch it.

“That’s a nice painting,” Yamcha commented. “I wonder who drew-“

He was abruptly cut off by Bulma’s scream.

He and Chow-su looked at each other and ran to where Bulma was standing before.

All Yamcha saw was the creepy candleholder and no Bulma.

“Where’d she go!?” Chow-su said fearfully. Yamcha didn’t say anything as he stared at the candeholder. It looked different somehow.

Yamcha turned around to see he was all alone.

Bulma and Chow-su were gone.

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ChiChi looked on waiting for them to return. Goku had gone after them when he noticed they had left him. Something didn’t feel right.

‘They shouldn’t have been gone this long…’ ChiChi thought. She looked at the several different routes they had taken. Each holding it’s own maze of mystery. ChiChi swallowed and decided to go after them. They were after all her friends…except Vegeta and Piccolo.

ChiChi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she went through the passage on the far right.

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Goku looked around desperately for someone. He couldn’t sense anyone. He was all alone.

“ChiChi…? Bulma…? Krillan…?” Goku whimpered as he entered an even dimmer hall then before. “Where are you…?”

He wandered around helplessly lost as he continued to search for his friends.

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Vegeta walked lazily through the halls. He had come upon many rooms and interesting pictures, but none of which were of interest to him.

He stopped suddenly as a large double door came into view. It was old, really old. It looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned for ages. Cobwebs brushed across his face as he looked at the carved name in the wood.

“Demetre…” He read.

It was obvious that this was the girls’ room. Having nothing better to do he slowly pushed open the doors and walked in. The room was huge. It was also dimly lit by candles. He walked over to a giant old fashioned canopy bed with lavender lace stringing from it. He then made his way to her wardrobe. Gowns that Bulma probably would have killed for hung there by the dozens. Judging from the size and design the girl was probably eighteen.

Vegeta walked back to her bed and sat on it. It groaned with old age as the springs bended. She had a little desk next to it. A tattered journal lay there untouched. Vegeta reached over and picked it up. His curiosity getting the better of him.

He opened it to the last entry.

“Death approaches to take my hand and claim

my soul as his…”

Vegeta read the paragraph in surprise.

‘Probably driven insane by a life she didn’t want…’ He thought as he closed the book and respectfully put it back to its place.

“I know all to well,” He muttered as he got up and made his way to the other side of the room. There was a soot covered fireplace that gave off the bittersweet smell of burning wood. He looked up to see a large drape on the wall above the hearth. He grabbed the side of the silk drape and pulled it. It fell onto the floor to reveal a giant portrait of the girl who was ‘Demetre.’

Vegeta gazed at it in awe. She wore a midnight blue gown and was in a sitting position. She was beautiful, Vegeta had to admit. Strawberry blond hair that flowed down to her waist, Ivory skin, Piercing pale blue eyes and full red lips. But what Vegeta saw next shocked him beyond belief.

Her expression was so sad… so forlorn and depressed that it looked as if it was real.

But at her smooth pale neck, a long blood red slit ran across leaving a trail of blood running down her neck and onto her gown. Vegeta blinked in shock.

He quickly left the room and slammed the doors shut.

“Talk about a dysfunctional family…” He muttered as he quickly walked away.

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Krillan was beginning to panic as he walked through halls after never ending halls. It was like a maze with no way out.

‘Calm down Krillan! I bet they’re all looking for me. It’s just a stupid castle!’ He thought desperately as he started to walk faster. He walked so fast that he wasn’t watching where he was going and slammed into something. He screamed and the thing screamed too.

Krillan stopped screaming when he realized that he recognized the voice all too well.

“Goku! Stop! It’s just me! Krillan!” He yelled grabbing him. Goku instantly stopped and sighed in relief. “Krillan? I was looking all over for you guys! I couldn’t sense you either!” Goku exclaimed.

“I know…” Krillan said worriedly.

“I couldn’t either. Where is everyone? I was walking through the halls with Piccolo and the next thing I know is that he was gone!” Goku had a look of fear in his eyes as he nodded.

“We have to find them!” Goku turned away and looked down the hall in fear.

He turned back around.

“Come on Krill-“ He stopped.

Krillan was nowhere in sight.

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The mystery host cackled under his breath as his first victim passed by through the hall. His malicious grin got wider. He clutched the razor sharp axe in his hands and licked his lips. “Your mine,” he whispered as he stepped out from behind the shadows. As he advanced after his first victim his malicious grin broke down into a solemn look.

“Here’s Johnny…”

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Yamcha ran through the halls calling Bulma’s and Chow-su’s name. Yamcha panted and stopped putting his head in his hands. “Where are you guys!?” He said aloud hoping they could hear him. His hopeful expression died down to one of despair. “Bulma… where are you…?” Yamcha suddenly cried out as something hard hit him in the back of his head. The figure bent over his unconscious body and took a hold of his leg slowly dragging him away.

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ChiChi ran blindly through the halls screaming Goku’s name in a panic.

“GOKU!!!” She screamed. A wail of despair escaped her lips as she sank to the floor. ChiChi suddenly froze. Her arm brushed something warm and sticky. She slowly looked down and her lip quivered in horror and shock. A blood covered axe was lodged in the back of Yajerobi’s head.

ChiChi moved back speechless.

Yajerobi was hacked to death. His decapitated head had the axe buried deep into his skull. Blood covered the floor. ChiChi slowly looked at the wall and paled.

In Yajerobi’s blood it said;

‘This party’s just getting started.’

ChiChi took a deep breath and her scream echoed throughout the entire castle.

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The mystery host smiled, pleased with himself.

He watched from the shadows as ChiChi screamed for all she was worth.

“One down, the rest to go…” he murmured as he emerged from the shadows.

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Goku heard a scream echo throughout the castle.

“ChiChi!” He screamed as he ran aimlessly through the never ending halls.

“ChiChi!!! Answer ME!!!!” Goku screamed.

Goku suddenly went super saiyan out of anger.

But he suddenly felt all his energy withdrawing from him. His eyes widened with shock as he fell to his knees. His head swam and his vision blurred.

“ChiChi…” He whispered before falling into a void of darkness.

The mystery host grinned as he watched Goku fall to the ground. He emerged from the shadows and walked over to Goku’s still body. He smiled and took a hold of his foot and dragged him into the darkness.

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ChiChi ran blindly through the halls screaming and sobbing as her tears blurred her vision. “GOKU!!!! BULMA!!!! KRILLAN!!!! YAMCHA!!!! She shrieked. The shock of seeing Yajerobi brutally murdered like that had left her completely panic and grief stricken. She screamed for Goku again and suddenly slammed into someone. She blindly kicked and punched shrieking.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” She screamed as she swung her fist. The person caught her fist with ease. “HELP!!!” ChiChi wailed.

She suddenly felt someone shaking her shoulders.

“Calm down woman! Its me!”

ChiChi stopped screaming and thrashing and stared.

“Vegeta…?” She whimpered.

Vegeta stared at her. She was covered in blood and her face was covered in tears.

“What the hell happened!?” He demanded.

ChiChi just stared blankly at him for a moment and then collapsed in his arms whimpering. “Goku…Yamcha…Bulma…Krillan…Piccolo….gone. Yajerobi…dead.”

She whispered. Vegeta’s eyes widened with shock.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him.

“Who did this?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

ChiChi blinked.

“The mystery host.” She whispered.

“He is going to kill us all. He took off Yajerobi’s head, and now he’s going to do it to us…” Vegeta let go slowly and stared at the blood on his hands.

‘Shit…’ he thought. ‘Whoever the hell this asshole is… is not going to get by me.’

ChiChi swayed and held her head in her hands whimpering. She fell forward into Vegeta’s arms again . “Goku…” She whispered.

Vegeta flinched with discomfort as ChiChi quietly cried on his shoulder.

‘Stupid human emotions…’ He thought angrily.

‘Dammit Kakorott! You are a super saiyan! How could you let this happen to yourself…?’

ChiChi suddenly pulled back with a solemn look on her face.

“Vegeta… please find this bastard and kill him.” ChiChi said with a strange calm to her voice.

“I’ll take you to where I found Yajerobi.” She stepped away from him and started to walk away in the direction of where Yajerobi’s decapitated body lay.

Vegeta clenched his fists as he followed ChiChi.

He followed her until she came to a door and stopped turning around.

Her eyes suddenly widened with terror.

“Vegeta!!! LOOK OUT!!!” She screamed. Vegeta’s eyes widened as he whirled around but was too late as something hard slammed into the side of his head.

He fell to the floor fading into unconsciousness. He heard ChiChi scream and saw a brass molded sculpture roll in front of his face.

“How…?” He whispered as he fell into darkness.

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Note: The mystery host has finally struck and has taken everyone out except ChiChi. How will she and the others survive? Yajerobi’s dead and Bulma and Chow-su and piccolo have disappeared. Who is this psychotic killer? Please tell me who you think it is. Could it be Tien? Please review. Oh and it gets better in the next chapter as the mystery host comes closer to revealing his identity.