#trigger: murder

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE

Day 4: Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, Part 1

"Hello everyone, and welcome back to Buzzfeed Unsolved! My name is Ryan, this is Shane. On today's episode we will be talking about the murder of Mitzy Hall. A teen mom and prostitute, who was murdered in the Hotel Cortez."

"Prostitute, you say?"

"Yeah, she had a rough life."

"Aw, man. This isn't gonna be a fun episode, huh?"

"No, not really."

"Bummer."

On the eve of December 24th, 1996, 17 year old Mitzy Hall left her grandmother's house for work. Only on that night she did not go to her usual strip, instead she went to the infamous Hotel Cortez right here in Los Angeles.

S: On Christmas, you say?

R: Yeah, it was not a jolly time for her that night.

S: Oof.

R: Yep.

According to receptionist and bartender Liz Taylor, Mitzy met with a man named Richard Grant that night. This, of course, was a fake name given by the man in question.

S: So we do know who did it!

R: We know his fake name. The man was never found.

S: Okay.

They went up to room 276. According to Taylor, a couple of hours went by until Grant returned his key to the room and left. She had seen Mitzy walk up and down the street for months and assumed she was just washing up. Another half hour went by and Taylor finally decided to check on Mitzy.

The sight that awaited her in the room was gruesome. Mitzy's body was hanging off the bed. Her intestines strewn around the bed, blood everywhere, she was practically decapitated.

S: Whew.

R: Yeah...it was, it was not pretty.

Mitzy left behind a daughter named Ariel, who in turn died at 20 years old. Also at the hotel.

S: Oh no. Don't say it.

R: By the same name...

S: Ryan...

R: Man.

S: No, Ryan! There is no way!

What's even crazier, is that a couple of weeks after that, "Richard Grant" himself died. Like, a horrible torturous death.

S: Good. It's what he deserves.

R: Exactly.

S: But then what's the unsolved part?

R: Well, no one knows who killed him.

S: So? Do we care?

R: Not about him. But about the possible suspect. Actually, the number one suspect herself. Which will actually lead us into our Supernatural season premiere.

S: Oh, no. Don't say it.

R: A mother's wrath...

Title: Standing on a precipice

Author: @art3misia

Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy; Voldemort, Fenrir Greyback, Happy Potter, Ron Weasley, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, Mr & Mrs Granger, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minervra McGonagall

Rating: E

Prompt #: HET1 - "Sell your soul. Sign here."

Tags/Warning(s): Kidnapping, Murder, Rape, Violence, Character Death, Coercion, War, Torture, Psychological Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Prisoner of War, Betrayal, Rejection, Patricide, Matricide, Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), Manipulation, Dark, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins 

Summary: Voldemort has emerged victorious, the skirmish at Malfoy Manor turning in his favour.

Draco Malfoy is a hostage to fortune, carried by the raging rivers of a madman's whims to a destination he can't avoid.

Hermione Granger is a prisoner of war. Forced to make a horrifying choice, the path she turns down will set off a chain of events that will have a lasting impact on both sides of the battle.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21169073/chapters/50386127

Prompt: “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” - Prompt Lists  

Warnings: Torture, mentions of death & theft

Frustration grips you as you follow Lexi from the room, leaving an angry Stefan chained up and alone. Only when you are out of his hearing range do you dare speak, your thoughts and fears bubbling forwards before you can even think to stop them.

“This isn’t right,” you mutter, “he’s not showing us anything! He’s not giving any hint of emotion, Lexi. It’s not working!” you exclaim, throwing your arms up in agitation as you pause your pacing for a moment to look at your old friend.

“Something’s wrong,” the blonde nods slowly, looking between you and the passage that leads to your currently humanity free boyfriend. “It’s never taken this long to get him back before, it’s like he doesn’t just not want to come back, he feels like he has no reason to.”

“But he does!” you cry out, your head raising as if screaming to the God’s above. “He has you, he has Damon,” you start, your voice getting quieter before you add in an almost childlike softness, “he has me.”

↳ self para to start the murderhouse plot with @wretchedwendigo​

triggers: death / murder 

Moving in to the four-bedroom house seemed like a no brainer for Nikki, when her friends had brought up the idea. They’d all been friends for so long, and the split rent was so low they knew they couldn’t pass up on an opportunity like this, even if it meant some people had to share rooms or make do with smaller spaces. It was just... too good not to try, and what was better than sharing a house with all of the people she loved most, anyways? It’d taken little time to get used to the house. Disregarding that the previous owners had died there, the young adults had brought new life and color to their humble abode. 

It was a day like any other, your standard Wednesday. All of her friends had made their way out for either work, or errands, and Nikki had the place to herself. This wasn’t uncommon, and some days, she even welcomed it. She liked having alone time, to dwell in her art books or pick up a novel to read without interruption from one of Roman’s roaring videogames or Cricket’s loud pop music. She was cozied up on the couch, when she heard a noise, shuffling feet in the other room, before a closing door. This left her curious, knowing that the only door in that direction belonged to the basement, where she roomed with Finnick. “Finn?” She called out, certain she was home alone. Marking her page before placing her “book of the day” to the side, she pushed to her feet, when she didn’t hear a response, making her way towards her room. 

“Finn, you home?” She called out once more, this time at the top of the staircase leading into the dark basement. She’d never been afraid of the lower level, careless of the overhead pipes and the old toolsets they hadn’t bothered moving when they’d claimed it as an extra bedroom. But, something just felt wrong as she peered down at the room, noting that the lights were still off, and nobody was answering. “Guess not,” She commented to herself, turning to close the door, but just as she did this, she heard a noise behind her, encouraging her to flip the light switch and make her way down to where her bed and belongings were, one step at a time. 

She was quiet now, uncertain as to what was waiting at the bottom of the staircase, but as her bare feet met the concrete floor, she froze, realizing all too quickly that she wasn’t alone. Contemplating her options, she studied the set of eyes in the corner of the room, before turning quickly and racing back up the stairs, yelling for anyone who might hear her. But, her friends weren’t home, and before she had made it to the top, a hand had grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling with such force that she tumbled down the stairs, hitting her head hard against the cement floor -- where her friends would find her later that day. Dead.

Her hands were shaking ridiculously, she had never had this happen. She was always one for steady hands. She balled her hands into fists as she finished changing. At first glance nobody would have guessed it to be her her hair was pulled in a messy ponytail, she was wearing a jacket over a t-shirt, and surprisingly enough she even had a pair of jeans. Luckily due to the ruckus caused by the so called pride day she was able to sneak out of the castle without giving anybody a reason to be suspicious.

It was far too easy. Why couldn't someone had caught her? It would have given her an excuse to make her father do his own dirty work. Convince him that she was not ready for this sort of task, because she really wasn't. 

The walk to Skylar's home was even shorter than Eris remembered. She pulled her hood on and knocked frantically on the door. Looking over her shoulder glad that everybody around her was far too busy to take notice of her nervous energy. Eris could feel the lump in her throat growing as she prayed to Merlin that Skylar wasn't home. That she had heard about the chaos at Hogwarts and had chosen to spend the day anywhere else. Her face fell only a little when Skylar answered her face immediately turning to a look of concern. 

"Eris? Shouldn't you be at school? Is everything alright?" She asked putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Eris shook her head. The act was on. There was no going back at this point. "I didn't know what to do. The school is a mess I just couldn't stay there I had to get out and I didn't know where to go.." She rambled her voice cracking, though not for the reason that Skylar likely suspected. 

Sklyar hushed her quickly ushering her inside and closing the door behind them. "It's fine, it's fine. You know everything will be sorted out. I'm sure Aleck is taking care of it all right now. You have no reason to worry your school will be back to normal and you can go back to making us all proud in your studies." The younger girl flinched at the statement causing the other girl to wrap her in a hug. "Eris everything is going to be--" She was cut off by her own gasp.

Eris don't know how it had happened. It was almost mechanical how she had reached into her pocket and grabbed the knife before literally stabbing her cousin's wife in the back. The irony was lost on her at the moment. "I'm sorry." She choked out tears slipping down her cheeks as Skylar fell to the ground. "He gave me no choice I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." She sobbed over the older woman until she stopped breathing. At least it was a quicker death than her father would have provided, but she had to make it look otherwise. 

After she had regained enough control she then went on to make the murder more satisfying to her father. She knew he would be around to check on her work. She struggled through her tears to get Skylar sitting upright in a chair and bound her wrists tightly to it. She then went forth stabbing multiple areas pretending the body belong to someone else. Her anger at that someone taking over as she slit the poor dead girl's throat. She eventually stepped back wiping her eyes and staring at her work. He will be so pleased. Perhaps almost even proud about how she had just destroyed the life of her cousin. She ripped the jacket off and threw it in the fire.