RP: Just Like Animals ( Horror Show & alextruchev)

A young girl who’s full name on her birth certificate Ellie Mae Shephard had been known just as Murph for as long as she could remember. It was a nickname given to her by legal guardian and adoptive father Mark. He had named her Murph after Murphy’s Law. The law stated that anything that can, could have, or will go wrong, is going wrong, all at once. Mark had found the young girl when he had found her in the middle of a murder scene. She had been hiding under a coffee table as everyone in her house had been killed. Her biological father had snapped after finding out his wife was having an affair and gruesomely murdered the whole family including the wife, her two older sisters and younger brother. The children had been killed by gunshots luckily enough but the mother had been tortured. For some reason young Ellie Mae had been saved and stood quietly fearful and shaking as a young toddler. Mark had been the first one to make contact.

That night he had never had contact with such a young infant but the girl refused to pull away from his grip. He was permitted to stay with her at the police station. She had no family members willing to take her and when social services got involved with his adoptive sisters help who was also working in the same department, was able to help Mark get custody. They both got shared custody over the girl within months. Mark and his Sister Riley had raised the young girl. She has stayed a lot with Riley as a child but often had a lot of contact with Mark. As she got older and went through adolescents and could stay home alone she moved in with Mark.



The girl was functioning as best as she could, she had a lot of demons and struggles but still was a good kid. She had a lot of emotional traumas, suffered from major depression, and kept to herself. She had just gotten her GED at age sixteen and had been taking online college courses until she was ready to go to a local university.




It was four in the morning on a Friday. Murph had just jolted awake covered in a cold sweat. She breathed out and leaned back into the bed rolling her eyes. “Fuck….” She breathed and rolled over being tangled in her sheets. She rubbed her eyes and had a splitting headache. She often had trouble sleeping. She kept having weird dreams of being little and reliving that night, sometimes it had to deal with Mark and other morbid things she couldn’t explain.

Murph had gotten out of bed and decided to distract herself from her nightmares. She sat on her bed blasting music from her headphones and started sketching. She was pretty artistic and loved sketching. Mark on multiple birthday and holidays had got her the best material she needed. She had a damn good set of prismacolor colored pencils, a collection of copic markers that had its own shelf with different assortment of markers, it least over five hundred. She had a large sketchbook out and was drawing the outline of another sketch. She did different styles but she like the style of anime.

She looked up at heard a knock on the door. Even though she was blasting her music she had this extra sense, especially when it came to Mark. She knew when he was around and she put her iPod on mute and slid off her headphones crawling off the bed. She opened the door to see Mark. He didn’t look unusual but she could smell the iron scent of blood and saw his tousled hair.

“Hey…yeah just couldn’t sleep. I’m fine, just coloring,” She said rolling her eyes sarcastically. She leaned against the door looking at him, he was a lot taller.

“You should get some sleep, looks like you had a long night. You smell.” She joked and opened her door a little further balancing in it.

“Mark…babe is that you? God its so late…. do you need anything? Is Murph alright?” Claire asked walking down the hall; she was in an oversized t-shirt.

“No I’m alright….he just got off work. I’m ok.” Murph rolled her eyes and gave Mark a half ass smirk, one that could read “go take care of your girlfriend”. Murph shut her door and went back to her bed and loud music. Murph didn’t mind Claire, she actually liked her to a level but sometimes, Murph wished Mark was single, that she didn’t deal with anybody else in the house but she kept her mouth shut and was respectful. Mark was a grown man and deserved to be with somebody, could fuck anyone he wanted.

Murphy closed the door and was sure by the sight of Mark that he would settle down and indulge with Claire. It was normal, it seemed like when he had rougher nights at work he let Clair take his troubles away psychically. Like previously mentioned, he was a grown man and could bed with anybody he wanted. It least he chose to be half committed and was with Claire, she was a nice women. She was innocent, sweet, kind and compassionate. She was a part time nurse in a pediatric unit at the local university hospital, she was cute….the perfect girlfriend, what he deserved right? So the young brunette went back to her sketching and blasting music, not minding how late it was. Vaguely she noticed some of her items slightly moving and made a face knowing they were mating. It was a small medium sized house so the rooms were pretty close to each other. She shrugged and went back to her vices. She knew they would eventually quiet down and would both pass out, plus Claire would be getting up in a couple of hours to head out to her early shift at the hospital.



After a while, as minutes had passed she found herself yawning. She felt a serene quite and figured the lovers had fallen asleep leaving her the only one awake in the house. She slipped off her headphones to hear the silence, only the sound of the air conditioner kicking on. She looked at her sketching and had charcoal and colorful ink all along her fingers, hands and forearms. She pushed off the floor and walked over grabbing a towel wiping off the ink. She was tired but felt empty, she knew she should probably go to bed and ended up grabbing a bottle of water, upon returning to her room she shut the door and climbed into bed. She grabbed a pill bottle as the girl was on a few antipsychotics and sedatives. She popped two in her mouth and chugged half the water bottle and laid down on her back looking up at the dark ceiling. She tried to distract her mind thinking about random things. Her mind always went back to Mark, she could see him so vividly in her mind, as he was minutes ago. In uniform, with his jacket unbuttoned, house tousled, eyes tired, smelling of blood. She was use to the scent, he had come in smelling like it often enough and was around it from his work…supposedly. She rolled over on her side, not able to get comfortable. She tried to shake the thought of him from her mind. As always, she would pass out in a medicated sleep to the thoughts of him haunting her dreams.