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The Shady Side	By : PrincessYente Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Eminem, or any other famous person in this story. This is a work of fiction and I make no money writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-The Shady Side
- 2-Chapter 2
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A/N: To Likara and Ero Sennin through my own stupidity, I accidentally deleted your reviews I still have them in my email luckily. Thank you so much for your reviews and I'm really sorry. Hope will still read the rest of my story. To all my reviewers (including my husband who reviewed under my name lol) thank you for your support hope you like chapter two (even if it took forever to come out.)
Chapter 2.
'Red...' Sara groaned. Her head hurt. She tried to open her eyes. 'Red like blood...' Painfully, her eyes opened. 'Blood...' Her vision cleared. "Blood!" Sara screamed. She was sitting in blood! A bathtub filled with blood. And she was naked! Bile rose up her throat and she scrambled to get out of the tub.
"Sit your ass back down bitch!" Startled Sara slipped and fell back down into the blood. She came back up, screaming and sputtering but quickly fell silent as her captors face appeared beside her. "Quiet little one, you don't want to make me angry, now do you?" His voice had been soft, but the threat was clear: Piss me off and I will kill you. Sara tensed. She hated it when people made references to her height, but self preservation kept her mouth shut.
Her captor gently grasped her chin, forcing her to look into eyes so different from the baby blues she remembered. "Do you understand me?" Sara nodded quickly. The man smiled, letting go of her chin. "Good, now I’m almost done filling the tub, two more buckets ought to do it, and then I'll join you. So just stay put and relax. I'll be right back." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "And just so you know, I can see you. So don't do anything that will force me to kill you." With that he walked away, leaving Sara alone in the tub. The stench of blood was overwhelming so she breathed through her nose. Trying hard not to throw up.
A tear slid down her cheek. Her hart sinking with the knowledge she had not been dreaming. It really had been him! Her hero. Marshall Mathers aka Eminem had knocked her out, stripped her naked and put her in a bloody tub. Not to mention that he also killed the security guard and who knows how many others. 'There's no way that all this blood came from one person.' She thought a shiver of disgust running down her spine. But why? Marshall was not a murderer. Sure he talked about it in his songs, but that wasn't real. Was it? It just didn't make sense.
Suddenly her eyes widened. 'Of course! Why didn't I think of it before.' A broad smile appeared on her face. 'It's not real! It must be a set up. Something like Punk'd, but hopefully without Ashton Kutcher. Probably a promotional thing for a new album.' Sara felt relieved now that she had figured it out, although a little miffed about being scared like that. 'And they better have a damn good reason for taking my clothes off.' She started to look around to see if she could spot the camera's. She couldn't. They were probably well hidden though.
It looked like she was in the basement. The concrete walls and floors were bare except for some graffiti. the bathtub was placed in the middle of the room. It didn't seem to be attached to any plumbing. Turning around in the tub she could look out the doorway into another room.
Her eyebrows rose as she looked at the scene unfolding in the other room. On what looked to be an embalming table lay a naked woman. She did not seem to be moving. Marshall was leaning over the woman. He had his back to her, so she couldn't see what he was doing. Underneath the edge of the table stood a old fashioned iron bucket. A reddish brown liquid flowing from the table into it. 'He must be pretending to drain the woman's blood.' This proved that it wasn't real. There was no way that a rehab center would have an embalming table. People didn't die in rehab centers.
Apparently all the "blood" was drained from the body, because Marshall grabbed the bucket and turned around. Sara felt her stomach flutter as she watched him walk back towards her, he wasn't wearing a shirt and she could she smears of "blood" all over his chest. He really was quite handsome, although a bit on the thin side. His blonde hair had been replaced by his own natural brown. But what was up with those red eye contacts? Maybe part of the act? To make him look more frightening? Sara licked her lips. It didn't make him any less yummy looking though.
Sara looked on as the reddish/brown liquid was poured into the tub. "Where are they hidden?" Marshall looked up at her in confusion.
"What are you talking about, bitch?"
"The camera's of course."Sara answered, ignoring his insult. Marshall narrowed his eyes.
"What the fuck does it matter? I killed the security guard. You saw him, he most definitely won't be coming to your rescue..." He smirked evilly. "In fact you are sitting in his blood right now." Sara laughed. Marshall's smirk disappeared. It was most definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He stared at her clearly dumbfounded by her lack of fear. "What the fuck are you laughing about? You think this is funny?!"
"I know this is fake." She stated proudly. "I saw someone pretending to be a dead security guard. As a matter of fact he looked allot like Bizarre, to me."
"Fake?" Marshall blinked. "You think this is fake?"
"Well yeah. Of course I do. You had me going there for a while, the automated door, the naked mannequin, the dead guard, the red eyes, not to mention the bathtub filled with blood. Very Elizabeth Bathory." She crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to shiver. "Brrr. Real scary. But seriously." She added and pointed to the other room. "An embalming table in a rehab center? A little far fetched don't you think?"
Marshall snorted. "Not as far fetched as you'd think." He grumbled, put the bucket down and rubbed his forehead. He looked tired to Sara, as if he hadn't slept for days. "I'm either having a bad trip, or you're extremely stupid."
Sara's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare he talk to her like that! After all the shit he just put her through. 'So much for my knight in tarnished armor.' She thought angrily. "Listen you asshole!" Sara yelled standing up in the tub and looking down on him. Completely ignoring her nudity, she continued to scream at him. "I've about had it with your bullshit! You hear me! Now I want you to give me something to clean myself with and I want my clothes back. Then I want you to call me a cab, so I can leave this shit hole! You do this and I might decide not to sue your ass!" A furious snarl left Marshall's mouth, his eyes blazing. For a moment Sara feared he might actually attack her. Everybody knew he had a bit of an anger problem... But with a second snarl, Marshall turned around and stormed out of the room.
Sara glared after him. She never thought her long time hero could be such an asshole. It was quite a let down. She stepped out of the tub, crossing her arm to cover herself. 'And honestly, doesn't the idiot know that taking off my clothes without my permission, could be considered sexual assault?' It's like R. Kelly having sex with a minor and then peeing on her. Just plain stupid. Not to mention disgusting. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream, causing her to jump. "Now what?" She turned around in time to see Marshall stomping back towards her. But he wasn't bringing her anything to clean herself with, nor did he bring her clothes. Instead he was dragging along a naked woman by her hair. "What the fuck...?" Once he reached Sara, he dumped the woman in front of her feet.
"Please!" The woman begged, grabbing at his legs and crying hysterically. "Please don't kill me. Didn't I please you, master? I can do it again. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me!" Marshall smirked and shoved her off.
"Yeah, I remember the blow job you gave me." He lifted her up by her hair again. "Guess what. You sucked!" He looked up at Sara. "Get it? Sucked?" He snickered at his own joke. Sara rolled her eyes.
"Seriously Marshall. That was corny. Even for you." She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "And I asked for my clothes, not a hysterical slut. If a wanted one of those, I would've stayed with my fiance and the air head he was fucking behind my back."
Marshall let out a hollow chuckle. "Corny? My jokes are corny?" He looked up at her, his eyes flashing bright red. His grip on the girls hair tightened causing her to cry out in pain. Her hands clawing his fingers, trying desperately to make him let go. Uncertainty flooded Sara. This did not look fake. Nor was it very funny. What was wrong with his eyes? They were just contacts weren't they? How were they flashing? She took a cautious step back.
"Ma... Marshall? Are you OK?"
"Shut up, you bitch!" He screamed absolutely livid. He did not seem the notice the girl scratching at his fingers, drawing blood. Sara took another step back. Something was definitely wrong here. "So you think this fake?" His voice was deceivingly calm. His mouth stretching into an eerie smile. "I'll show you fake." A kitchen knife appeared in his free hand. For a brief moment Sara wondered where it had come from. But the question was irrelevant to say the least as Marshall raised the knife up towards the still struggling girl in his other hand. "Let's see how fake this is!" He screamed, slamming the knife into side of the girls throat and thrusting it forward exiting through the front. Blood splattered everywhere, hitting Sara in the face. Sara just stared on in horror, to petrified to even scream. The girl ceased her struggles, her arms falling limply to her sides. With a thud the girl landed on the floor, in front of Sara. Her eyes staring op at her with a blank expression.
Sara sank down on her knees with a sob, as Marshall chuckled. His anger seemingly gone. "Was that real enough for you?" Sara looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this? What happened to you?" Marshall bend down, gently grasping her chin. Sara gasped, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. 'Oh my god, he's going to kill me!'
Instead she felt his lips touch hers in a gentle feather light kiss. Her eyes sprang open in confusion. He smiled against her lips. "Hush now little one." He whispered, before lifting her up and setting her back in the tub. She didn't fight him. Nor did she look up when he undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor. He stepped into the bath and with a relaxed sigh sank down into the blood. Sara's shoulders shook with the effort not to cry hysterically. Marshall bend forward, a cynical smile on his lips as he softly whispered in to her ear.
"It's your fault she died you know." Sara pushed him away, staring at him in horror and disgust. Marshall just shrugged and sank back into the blood. Closing his eyes he smiled, looking completely relaxed. "After all I did warn you not to make me angry."
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