Yandere Asriel Chapter 10-A

"Shit, where are my keys". Dana was scrounging around in her purse, becoming more irate as time passed. "I could've sworn they were in here somewhere." Her temper flaring, the contents of her purse were blasted against the ground in front of her, scattering everywhere. On the ground was some lipstick, a phone now slightly cracked and a few other odds and ends. No keys. A storm of curses erupted from the thin demure blonde woman. Her lips normally set firm  in a disapproving frown were moving with more vigour than usual. The normally sharp navy blue suit-dress she wore became more and more dishevelled as the words poured out of her. "Fucking cock sucking piece of shit" She screamed into the night, echoing against the neat lawn lined houses surrounding her. Dana retreated to her car and yanked the door open, determined to gain entry to her house somehow. She yanked open the Glove compartment and began fishing around inside it, rummaging and throwing things out that got in her road. A sly "aha" escaped her as she found what she was looking for. Flashing keenly in the low lamp light was a small slim barrelled revolver.  Dana would say it was purely for defence, of course. The years of training she'd undertaken to use it wouldn't go to waste tonight.

Barging up to the door, Dana took aim and let off a blast. The knock back kicked her off the porch step, unbalancing her a brief moment. As she surveyed her handiwork she cursed again. "Mother fucker" she bellowed. Her aim was way off. Not only had she missed the door knob, she'd hit her heart shaped knocker too, unhinging it causing it to hang limply by a thin wire. She slumped to the ground, her gun discarded next to her in defeat. "I'm not going to cry" she whispered to no one in particular. The image I've crafted is far too important to shatter now she thought to herself while picking her body up. Dana's breathing steadied as she repeated to herself. "Be calm. Be collected. Be ready." Over and over she spoke until it was a jumble of words cascading from her. Dana tidied her suit, dusting off the debris from the gunshot and ground then picked up the pistol and slotted it into her bag. With her frenzy diminished, analysing the situation was simple. No key = no house entry, she thought. No house entry = no paper work to deal with that despicable race traitor in the morning. A single finger rested on red lipstick covered lips, tapping against them.

She could always contact a locksmith, she guessed. No, far too costly. The donations she survived on day to day barely covered the rest of her lavish expenses in the name of saving humanity. The gun could be used again, but she'd have to be more careful.. no. She balked at the idea of wasting more ammunition on an inanimate object. Better save those bullets for the time a monster finally grows the balls to attack her. She knew they would. The savages. It's all they were good for. All this internal dialogue served to throw Dana into a new kind of frenzy. Monsters galled her to no end. How dare they exist. How dare they come to HER country and try to take land from HER people. They were inhuman. The things that went bump in the night. They deserved nothing more than a bullet to the head. She longed to be the first human to kill this new set of monsters, to ignite a new war. However, she always told herself to be careful. One wrong step and that horrible little imp would turn everyone against her, with his seductive grin and.. Dana shivered. Frisk, his name was. Dana loathed him. Always in her way, never giving up. Forever a thorn in her side. She begrudgingly would tell her colleagues the respect she had for him was minimal. Never mind her secret admire for his determined outlook on life, or the way he'd make her heart flutter when smiling or.. Dana shook her head. Those thoughts weren't for now.

Set on a way to move forward, Dana decided to call it quits and go stay at the neighbours for the night. She loathed to ask anyone for help but she hadn't chosen this location for nothing. Like minded individuals filled the streets surrounding her. It was lovingly nicknamed Tory town for just that reason. Perhaps more as an insult but the people who lived their wore their name badge with a twisted sense of pride. As Dana turned away from her door, she heard the tell tale creaking of it opening, some chill night air whooshing past her into the long hallway that permeated the bottom floor of her house. The knocker, hanging by a thread gently swayed in the wind as darkness sucked in the light from the lamps outside. Dana shivered, the hairs on her neck standing upright, goosebumps raising along her arms. That door was locked.. wasn't it? Dana's mind raced as she considered the possibility of someone waiting for her inside but immediately discounted it. Her house was a fortress, she thought. Past the doorway was an intense security system. Stepping forward, Dana brushed her fingers on the walls in the darkness for the panel to de-activate the alarm. Last thing she needed was the police at the door, seeing the state of it and questioning her about the firearm she'd used - unlicensed.

The chill night wind blew in behind Dana, fluttering her short blonde bangs, tickling her eyebrows. "Is anybody there" she called out, while groping the walls for that damn switch. Better safe than sorry. No reply echoed along the corridor, calming her somewhat. Her rapid heartbeat began to lessen, the pounding in her chest had become painful but slowly began to relieve. Click. Whirring into life, the alarm system panel began to glow where Dana had pressed it. "Hello, Dana" cooed the voice- programmed to sound warm and familiar. Quickly, Dana's fingers tapped out a few pre-programmed series of gestures and taps. The panel bleeped at her, a confirmation of correct inputs. Lights switched on with a clunk and whirr. Behind Dana the door closed over and dead bolts slammed into place. A sigh escaped Dana's lined lips as she took off her shoes and flung them into the corner. The walk to the living room passed the mirror and desk that she lay her phone on took moments. In front of her, the room lay dark and oppressive. Strange, she thought. All the lights should be on. Dana flipped the switch to the side of the door, illuminating the room within.

"Hello, Dana." Immediately, almost instinctively, Dana reached for the gun in her purse only to grab thin air. Her bag sat 3 or so feet behind her in the hallway. Think, Dana, and think fast. Should she bolt towards it or be more cautious? All her options were cut off before she could move. A wall of energy burst forth behind her and pushed her gently but solidly into the room. "Yo yo, lady, don't think you're goin anywhere but in here." Sitting on her couch, well, perhaps more like lounging, was a long tall yellow monster with a giant lizardish tail and a sly grin on his face. "What are you doing here?" Dana said, gulping after. "How did you get here?" The question hung in the air, answered by nothing other than silence. "So, Dana" The lizard monster perked up. "You are the infamous leader of that ridiculous organization, right?" Dana puffed out her slim chest, inflating it with pride. "I am. And you, Monster?" The word monster slid off her tongue like a piece of dirt being rubbed off a shoe. "Oh, I'm not too important. Just a cop who's sick of the way this world works. Monsters.. humans.. I'm really sick of it all." Jumping up, the lithe creature was before Dana in a flash, faster than she'd ever seen something move before.

"W-what do you mean, you're sick of it all?" Sweat slid down Dana's neck as she stared at this monstrosity invading both her home and private space, his head mere inches from her own. "Man, it'd take way too long to tell you. Besides. No point in sharing my plans with someone who's about to die." The last word a whisper sent Dana's mind racing. Die? She was not going to be killed by this filthy unnatural abomination. No chance in hell. Dana moved as fast as she could, aiming her fingers for the large bulbous orbs that extruded from his sick shaped head in front of her, aiming to pierce them with her nails. A flash of light blinded her, knocking her back against the wall. "Dana Dana Dana" cooed the monster. "Quick thinking, but you're no fighter. Not without that pistol out in the hallway." Shaking, Dana could feel something hot splash on her legs, soaking through the thin tights she was wearing. When she looked down her vision began to swim. All she could see was a pool of red spreading from what remained of her hand. A thin stringy mess and the stump of a bone flashed through the red and pink.

Screams erupted from the crumpled human lying against the wall, echoing throughout the empty household. "My hand! You fucking prick you destroyed my fucking hand!" The pain shot through Dana in waves. Excruciatingly hot pulses that enraged her with each beat. "How dare you touch me you fucker!" Adrenaline pumping, Dana flew at the yellow monster, not caring. Torrents of blood flecked across the walls as Dana's arm swung wildly, batting and moving. "STAY STILL YOU LITTLE SHIT" she screamed. The monster easily slipped past Dana's savage assault. Moving between her large telegraphed swipes his grin growing wider - the frustration grew within Dana the longer she looked at it. Wild guttural grunts of rage escaped from Dana as her mouth began to foam. "Heh.. who looks more like a monster now?" A quick step and the monster vanished from Dana's vision, leaving her Staring at herself, reflected in the TV on the wall. Her Hair was dishevelled and covered in blood. Her suit tattered and ripped from the wild movement's she'd been making. The pulsing beats of her heart ached down her arm, pumping her life juices away.

"Yo, Dana" Behind her, the Monster stood tall, 4 or 5 spears floating in the air besides him. Crackling with energy, they slowly edged towards her. "Killing me.. will only start a war your kind can't win you little shit. Go ahead, do it. I'll make sure to stick around a while to laugh at you." Dana pulled herself up and stared directly into the monsters eyes. "Go ahead. DO IT" she screamed. The lack of hesitation on the monsters face would've shaken Dana to her core if she'd had any wits left about her. Shnk went the first spear, piercing her left leg. Before she could scream - Shnk-shnk- went another two. One in her left arm while the other protruded through her thigh. Shnk shnk shnk shnk. Another 4. Two in the chest 1 in the abdomen and the last one sliced open her right shoulder. A sickening amount of fluid poured from Dana, splashing on the floor and walls with each insertion. Blood flew from her mouth as she tried to yell out. One final Glowing yellow spear materialised in front of her face. Slowly getting closer and closer. Gently, it entered her quivering eye, parting her skull and slowly passing through. Agonizingly slow.

"Tch.. couldn't even take a couple of spears. What a weakling. Frisk would've lasted so much longer." Frustration grew on Monster kids face as he stared at his handy work. Far too easy. Breaking in and killing one human was so simple. Why? Never mind, he thought. Glowing gently, a yellow soul began to float above Dana's corpse. It fluttered for a few moments before Monster grabbed it with his blood soaked hand. "Yeah, don't think you're goin anywhere any time soon, lady." Pulling out a line of magic from his own soul, Monster tied it around Dana's tethering it to him for now. "I'll make good use of you later, Dana. But for now.. time to make this scene look better. A multitude of spears grew in the air before him, their yellow hue matching that of his skin. Quickly, they began to pierce Dana's remains. Shnk shnk shnk. The air was filled with the noise of meat being bloodily chopped and sliced into a slurry. Some spears would grab bits and toss them around the room until it began to resemble an insane butchery shop. The yellow soul trembled in it's tether. Monster could feel the fear emanating down his soul line and it felt amazing.

"C'mon, Dana.. let's mess up the rest of your house. Don't suppose you have any white cats do you..? Nah.. that'd be too easy."