Chapter 1
She felt the the razor sharp blade pierce through her delicate skin and her face contorted in pain. She struggled to be breathe as the ripping sensation that was running up her left side increased to near unbearable. The blade was pushed further into her flesh and savagely twisted before being wrenched out again. She cried out in agony and slumped to the ground as blood trickled down her side and plopped on the dirty concrete of the alleyway. Her assailent looked down at her and spat on her before uttering "Whore, maybe this'll teach you to stay away from places you aren't wanted." he tore her purse from her slack fingers and ran leaving her alone and bleeding. Tears tracked down her face and she reached for the wound in her side. She winced at the pain and pulled her hands away. She stared down at her bloody hands and a ragged moan escaped at the sight before her. She reached up covering her face with her hands, entwining her life's blood with her salty tears. She looked around dazed. She was disoriented from lack of blood but she had enough sense left to realize that she needed help. She tried to stand up but fell back, sliding down the wall as the sensation of a million dull knives being shoved into her side took her breath. She tried to crawl but the pain was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her eyes were practically swollen shut from the onslaught of tears but she couldn't give up. She had to fight. For herself, for the ones who loved her but most importantly for her children. *Hailie and Whitney*. The names flashed brightly through her mind like all those pretty colors in a kaleidoscope. She would make it for them. She couldn't leave them without a mother. With more resolve than she knew she had she began to drag herself down the alley. She could feel the burns forming all over her exposed skin from the rough concrete of the alley but she would *not* give up. With the Grace of God and her will to survive, Kim somehow managed to make it to the end of the alley. Blood spattered and trailed behind her like some sick scene out of a B-rated horror flick but she was oblivious to that now. Her only thoughts were of survival. She got to her hands and knees and winced as the concrete burned her raw and bloody palms. She crawled a few feet before collapsing in a heap on the dirty sidewalk. She heard screams of fear and terror and the last thing she remembered before her world became dark was someone whispering "You're safe now" before bending down to scoop her off the ground.....
~*~
Marshall paced the floor of his multi-million dollar mansion. He was practically wearing holes in the expensive carpet. Where the fuck was she? Kim was supposed to be there hours ago to pick up Haile but she had never shown up. They'd had their troubles but this wasn't like her. She always showed up on her days with Hailie. He stopped short and grasped his abdomen as a feeling of dread radiated through his body and settled in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong. He was across the living room in under two seconds and had his hand on the phone when the loud shrill the phone emanted caused to him to jerk back like he had been scorched. He looked at the ringing phone in terror. The fear that had settled in his belly increasing to near unbearable and causing his stomach to roil wildly in pain.
He grabbed the phone and cautiously placed it to his ear like it was a poisonous snake ready to sink it's fangs into him "H'lo" he bit out barely able to speak. This feeling of dread was scaring him.
"Mr. Mathers" a feminine voice echoed through the line.
"Y-y-es" he stammered.
"I'm afraid I have some very distressing news" the voice said in a more gentle tone "there's been an accident and...."
"Kim" he whispered cutting her off.
"Yes" the lady said trying to put a soothing tone in her voice "she's been injured very badly sir and we're afraid that she might not make it."
"She has to make it" Marshall begged "she has to...." he trailed off and that hard facade he carried everyday of his life shattered into a million pieces.
~*~
He tore into the hospital with no regard for his safety. The fact that he was famous and widely sought after never even crossed his mind as he ran through the emergency room nearly knocking over anyone who crossed his path. He reached the nurses station and several heads turned his way as recognition began to set in. He shrugged it off. Kim was the only thing that mattered to him now.
He grabbed the nurse nearest to him "Kim" he blurted out fighting to catch his breath "Kim Mathers"
The nurse gave him a stern look and glanced down at his hand that was clutching her arm a bit too tightly "Sir" she snapped and he released her arm.
"I'm sorry" he said a look of desperation evidently clear in the crystal blue of his eyes "Kim, I need to see Kim."
The nurse softened at the look in Marshall's eyes and she gave him a small smile "Are you a family member?" she asked.
"Yes" he said emphatically "she's my wife."
She gave a look that caused his heart to sink in his chest before muttering "Right this way Sir."
He blindly followed her too.....what he didn't know? and he had the sinking feeling that whatever he was going to see wasn't good. He felt like a blind man being led to slaughter as he followed the nurse down the long winding corridor of the cold lifeless hospital. She stopped in front of room 6 and turned to look at him. Compassion etched into the lines of her hard face.
"Are you ok Sir?" she asked lightly touching his arm in a getsure of support.
"Yeah" he uttered taking a deep breath "just give me a minute here."
"Sure" she said with a half smile as if she'd done this a million times and it had hardened her heart to the pain.
Marshall stood trying to steady his breathing. As long as she was alive he could handle anything. He took one last calming breath "I'm ready" he said quietly to the nurse.
She pushed open the door to Room 6 and he entered slowly. He told himself he could handle anything..just let her be alive and they would deal with the rest but nothing had prepared him for the sight that laid before him. She laid so still....her body broken and fragile looked so small lying on the large hospital bed. She was deathly pale her only color came from the grotesque blood spatters across her face. The light that she usually wore like a beacon had dimmed and was almost completely dark. Her breathing was shallow.....almost non-existent. He felt like the life was being sucked out of him as he watched this women, the women that he had *always* loved, who was once so radiant and free, fight for her life. A life that she had so much more of to live. He reached down to gently touch her face and her eyes fluttered open. He gasped at the pain he saw in them. They were clouded over with it swimming in misery but she recognized him and she smiled....
"Marshall" she craoked out. Her voice was so faint it was barely a whisper and he clutched her hand.
"Baby" he whispered. His free hand gently caressing her pale face.
"I'm sorry" she whispered and his heart broke at the fargile tone.
"Sorry?" he questioned puzzled "don't be sorry baby" he bent down to brush his lips across her forehead "I'm the one who's sorry. I should have been there to protect you."
She used what little strength she could draw and lightly sqeezed his hand "I love you" she whispered and her eyes fluttered closed.
Chapter 2
Marshall sat vigil by her tiny hospital bed. Rubbing the baby soft skin of her hand that was clutched tightly in his own. She was fighting so hard but right now she wasn’t winning this fight. He watched her face contort in pain and it ate at his insides. The thought of losing her was like a dull sword being stabbed through the heart and painfully twisted before being pulled back out. He couldn’t fathom it, a life without her in it. To never again see that magic that danced merrily in her eyes, to never again see the infectious smile she wore that had the power to light up the darkest room, to never again hear the voice that made his skin tingle and his heartbeat accelerate, to never again feel the soft, smooth, deliciously rich flesh that made him want *no*other* woman the way that he wanted her. Their relationship was volatile, crazy, tumultuous at times but *no*other* woman had ever made him feel the things that she made him feel. To lose her was unacceptable. He wouldn’t allow it. She had to fight. For herself, for her children, for *him. He needed her. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat “PLEASE baby” he whispered squeezing her hand harder in a gesture of motivation “please don’t leave me. I can’t make it without you.”
~*~
Kim was too busy fighting her own demons to absorb Marshall’s strife. Behind her tightly closed lids a nightmare raged on. A nightmare that was gradually sucking the life out of her. She couldn’t escape from it. That eery voice kept coming at her from all directions. She didn’t know where to turn. She felt the vile hand clamp over her mouth a thousand times cutting off her air supply. She’d screamed for Marshall but he hadn’t been able to hear her. She was running...running...running...trying to escape but that voice...that evil voice was right on her heels. ‘HELP ME’ her mind screamed ‘PLEASE GOD, HELP ME’ but no help came. She felt the sharp tip of the knife pierce through her flesh again and again and again. The pain wouldn’t stop. It was immense. Sucking out her will to survive. She was running again faster...faster...faster but he was close, too close, closer...closer...closer...oh God she could see him. Feel his breath on the back of her neck. It made her skin pucker and her hair stand on end. She tried to scream but it died in her throat as he plunged the knife in again and the nightmare started over.
Marshall tensed and his head snapped up as Kim sat straight up in bed with a look of pure horror etched in her beautiful eyes. She was trying to scream, he could see that, her mouth hung agape and her eyes were wide as saucers but no sound was coming out. He tried to shake her but she was unresponsive, blankly staring ahead. Her body was trembling and she was gripping the sheets white knuckled. He pressed the call button for the nurse. She was scaring him too death.
“Baby PLEASE” he begged tears ran unrealized down his face “come back to me baby, please come back.”
There was a flurry of motion. The door swung open and doctor’s and nurses poured in shooing Marshall out of the way. He stood back helplessly watching them work on her. He began to pray. He prayed with everything he had inside. Hoping against hope that it was enough.
Kim was sedated and Marshall stood in the hallway listening to the doctor explain what had caused the scene that went on in her hospital room only moments ago.
“It appears as if your wife is stuck in some sort of dream state.” the doctor said looking up at Marshall “it’s like she is reliving what happened to her over and over again.”
“How can we make it stop?” Marshall asked “I need to make it stop.”
“I don’t think we can” the doctor said sighing “we just have to try and keep her calm and comfortable. Keep talking to her. Maybe you can bring her children here. If she hears their voices it might make her come out of this nightmare she keeps reliving.”
“I don’t understand” Marshall said studying the doctor “she spoke to me earlier and she was weak but she opened her eyes and spoke to me.”
“You know she’s been deteriorating Mr. Mathers” the doctor said “and now apparently this nightmare has sucked her in and she doesn’t know how to escape from it.”
Marshall sighed dropping his eyes to the floor “I can’t lose her” he said looking up and again meeting the doctor’s eyes “I can’t”
“I understand” the doctor said sympathetically “we are going to do everything in our power to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Thanks” Marshall said sounding defeated. He felt weak. Useless. He couldn’t help her.. He loved her more than he knew how to deal with but he couldn’t help her.
“I’m sorry Mr. Mathers” the doctor said placing a comforting hand on Marshall’s shoulder “I wish that I had better news to give you.”
Marshall made a weak attempt to smile at him. The doctor gave his shoulder another small squeeze before walking off down the empty corridor of the hospital and disappearing from sight.
~*~
Marshall pulled into the driveway, cut the ignition and sat trying to pull himself together. He couldn’t go in there and face Hailie, not like this. He had to tell her, he knew that but he couldn’t tell her until he had better control of himself. The doctor wanted him to bring Hai to see Kim and he thought, no, he knew it would help her but he was afraid his baby girl wouldn’t be able to handle it, seeing her mother like that. No matter how much stupid shit Kim had done in her life Hailie still loved her. He took a deep breath and got out of the car. He would tell Hailie but not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to hold her. He stopped at the mailbox and pulled out the mail. He was rifling through it on his way into the house when a strange envelope caught his attention. Fear danced down his spine as he inspected the envelope. There was *no* postmark or return address. Only his name ‘Marshall’ messily scrawled across the front. Someone had gotten close enough to slip this in his mailbox. His mind reeled. Hailie was safe. He knew that. She was inside with Proof but how in the hell had someone gotten close enough to his house to slip a letter in his mailbox? He opened the letter with shaky fingers and what he saw made his skin crawl.
I tried to take care of her for you. She’s not good for you. She’s an evil whore. She doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. I failed this time. Next time I won’t. I’ll make sure she never hurts you again.
Your Biggest Fan
Chapter 3
Eminem’s *biggest* fan was crouched down behind a set of bushes no more than 20 feet from where the object of his crazed obsession stood. He felt a giddy sense of power wash over him as he watched Marshall’s eyes dart from side to side. Looking...searching. It was intense, this power that took over his body. He *relished* it. *Coveted* it. He was in complete control. He wanted to cackle at the irony. One of America’s toughest icons *scared* and all because of him. He watched Marshall do a visual scan of his surroundings again before hurrying off into the safety of his home. He couldn’t stop the wicked smile that spread across his face. At first he’d only wanted to help Marshall rid himself of the trash that he surrounded himself with but now...oh God now he was too steeped in the power of the terror he could bring, his mission had changed. Stabbing that filthy bitch had been such a high. Seeing the terror in her eyes when he’d jabbed the knife into her soft flesh had been almost orgasmic. It was sick and twisted but he’d loved it. He’d been so pissed when he’d haunted the halls of the hospital and gotten the news that the bitch had made it. He’d wanted to scream. He was infuriated by her gall. How dare she? She was supposed to die!! He’d hung around lurking, sadistically watching her lack of progress but she still wouldn’t DIE!!! It angered him to watch Marshall sit and cry by her bed. His stomach twisted and turned every time he slithered by and peeked through the tiny window of her hospital room. The way he clutched her deceitful hand was nauseating. Marshall needed to pay now too, for his treachery. He’d tried to help Marshall and Marshall had repaid him with betrayal. Well he wasn’t going to have that...Marshall needed to pay for the disloyalty he’d shown his *BIGGEST FAN*
~*~
Marshall’s hands were still trembling when he entered the living and spotted Proof kicked back with his feet up watching some program on the television.
Proof heard Marshall enter and his head shot up. He took in Marshall’s pallor and the expression of...fear? Was that fear he saw so clearly stamped across Marshall’s face? “Hey, you aight?” Proof asked.
“No” Marshall said releasing a choppy breath.
Marshall looked like he was on the verge of falling over and his hands were shaking so bad it was a wonder he hadn’t dropped the paper he held clutched loosely in his fingers. “Sit down dawg” Proof said hopping up and walking over to Marshall “you don’t look too good. Is it Kim? What happened?”
“Yes...No...” Marshall stuttered “oh God, I don’t know.”
“Tell me what happened Marsh” Proof prodded “what’s got you so freaked out?”
“This” Marshall said handing Proof the dreadful envelope that he held between his shaky fingers “Where’s Hai?”
“Sleepin” Proof muttered taking the envelope that Marshall handed him opening it and pulling out the paper that was stuffed inside. He looked down at the messily scrawled letters and his stomach turned “is that blood?” he asked as a shiver ran up his spine.
“I think so” Marshall said the roiling in his stomach near to unbearable now.
Proof looked back down and read the words boldly written on the stark white paper stained with blood. “Fuck” he muttered looking back up at Marshall “do think this is true?” Proof asked as some of that fear Marshall was feeling radiated through him “do you think this person really stabbed Kim?”
“I don’t know?” Marshall said shaky “I don’t know what to think?”
“You gotta call the cops” Proof said looking away from the grotesque letter and focusing on Marshall “if whoever sent this actually did what they implied then you could be in danger Marsh. You, Hai, Kim even Whitney” he watched Marshall shutter “I’m sorry dawg but whoever wrote this shit is twisted and there is no way to know what they’ll do”
“I know” Marshall said sighing “I’m scared dawg. I’m fuckin terrified.”
“I feel ya” Proof said walking over and picking up the phone. He hit 911 and waited for an operator to pick up.
“911 Emergency. Please state your emergency.” the operator droned out.
“Yeah we need an officer sent to the Mathers Residence” Proof said into the phone “Mr. Mathers received a letter that he deems as threatening and directly related to the stabbing of his ex-wife Kimberly Mathers.”
“Is anyone hurt sir?” the operator asked.
“No” Proof said frustrated “look just send an officer, ok. I would of called the police direct but I don’t have the number.”
“No problem” the operator said “I’ll have an officer dispatched to the address listed immediately.”
“Thank you” Proof muttered before gently replacing the phone back in it’s cradle. “Cops are on the way” Proof said “sit down Marsh, you don’t look too steady on your feet.”
“What the fuck am I gonna do?” Marshall asked Proof “this shit’s crazy.”
“Damn straight” Proof said “fucking whacko’s out there.”
Marshall finally sat down but his posture was rigid. He was scared, not so much for himself but God if this psycho hurt Kim like that what would he do to other people Marshall loved that he didn’t deem suitable? He had a really uncomfortable feeling about all this. It was creepy. He couldn’t fight the fear that continued to spread through his body, seizing his limbs. Proof sat next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks” Marshall said softly “thanks for being here.”
“Anytime Marsh” Proof said squeezing Marshall’s shoulder “Anytime”
They sat in awkward silence waiting for the police to arrive, each reflecting on the sickness of this individual who had crowned himself ‘Eminem’s Biggest Fan’....
~*~
He shouldn’t be here but he couldn’t help himself. When Marshall went in the house he should have left but he was enjoying himself too much. Creeping around the grounds of Marshall’s estate gave him such a thrill. He’d found a window that belonged to the family room and he could see Marshall and his sidekick friend Proof both sitting in there scared shit less. He *loved* it. The security in this place was excellent. It had been a bitch to even get on the grounds but he’d done it. He wasn’t going to be stopped. He knew his way around the security system now and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it. He moved away from the window to the family room and started looking for other windows. He’d just found a window to what he assumed was Marshall’s bedroom when he spied the flashing lights ‘Son of a Bitch’ he muttered under his breath. He’d called the cops. The spineless bastard had called the cops. He shouldn’t have expected anything more from the man. After the way he’d sat by that bitch’s side in the hospital he’d lost all respect for Marshall. He was a wimp and a coward and that coward was going to be sorry...
~*~
Officer Riley idly examined the letter that Marshall had handed him “Has anyone touched this letter other than you two?” officer Riley asked.
“I don’t think so” Marshall said “I checked the mail when I got home and it was in the mail box with no postmark so I am assuming that whoever wrote it is the one who put it there.”
“What about security?” officer Riley asked looking up at Marshall “I assume you have some?”
“Yeah” Marshall muttered “I have excellent security which is the main reason it bothers me that someone got close enough to put that in my mailbox.”
“I’m gonna take a look at your security set up before I go” officer Riley stated “because it concerns me that someone managed to slip in here unnoticed.”
Marshall nodded at the officer “Do you think this person is serious?” Marshall asked trying to read the officers actions.
“I don’t know?” officer Riley sighed “it could be some crazy out there who has a problem with you or your music, heard about your wife and thought it’d fun to scare you but whoever it was took a big risk coming this close to your residence.”
“What are you intending to do?” Marshall asked seriously.
“First, I’m gonna poke around outside a bit. I’m also going to send this letter to the lab and have it tested for prints” he said looking down at the letter he’d sealed in an evidence bag “I don’t think we’ll find any prints other than you two but there is always a possibility. I’m also gonna have this substance tested. It may or may not be blood and *if* it *is* blood then I’m going to see if it matches your ex-wife’s.”
“and if it does?” Marshall prodded.
“Then we have a very serious and potentially dangerous situation on our hands Mr. Mathers.” officer Riley said the seriousness evident in the look in his hard eyes.
Marshall didn’t like that answer. It sent chills creeping up his spine but he knew it was the truthful answer. “Please keep me informed” Marshall said peering at the officer “I have a daughter and I will NOT put her in danger.”
“I understand, I’ll let you know as soon as the tests come back from the lab” officer Riley said extending his hand for a brisk handshake “as I said I’m gonna poke around a bit outside before I go. I’ll call you as soon as I have any information”
“Thanks” Marshall said following the officer to the door.
“No problem” officer Riley said “just be careful Mr. Mathers”
“I will” Marshall promised.
Officer Riley left to roam around that property leaving Proof and Marshall alone.
“I dunno?” Proof said looking over at Marshall “I got a really bad feeling about this.”
“Me too” Marshall said as an involuntary tremor ran through his body.
~*~
Marshall’s biggest fan laid diagonally across his bed. The strains of Eminem’s ‘KIM’ were echoing off the walls and bouncing back to filter into the crevices of his jaded, insanely twisted mind. He was still pissed that Marshall had called the cops and ruined his fun. He was going to pay for that and pay dearly...Maybe he’d start with his daughter......to be continued
Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.