The Hairlock Killer

Prologue: Another Bloodshed

The pleas of the woman filled the whole apartment building with dread, she knew she didn't have much time before the authorities reached them. With a sneer she looked at the woman crawling on the floor, she looked pathetic, screaming for help was not gonna work in her favor. The woman standing before her kneeled down and grabbed her hair, bringing her mouth to her ear.

"I haven't even touched you," she whispered, "you just made shit hard for both of us." The woman continued screaming, waking even more people up. The terror in her eyes showed that she knew her fate, her sad and dark fate. The other woman who still had her hair around her hand-rolled her eyes, mumbling something incomprehensible under her breath she unzipped her jacket, letting the woman crawl along for another couple of meters. As her hands reached the door, and as she propped herself against the door frame to pull herself out, the woman pulled out three knives from underneath her jacket.

"Please don't kill me please, I'll do whatever you ask!" she pleaded, now on her feet, trying to unlock her bedroom door. The window from where the girl had suddenly appeared let the wind trickle in, making the black mop of hair on top of her devilish head move in slow motion waves. Amidst her panicking mind, the woman noticed how beautiful the killer looked with the city lights behind her, like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. In that split second of silent observation, she felt a sudden flash of unbearable pain come from her neck.

Her hands traveled to her neck as the after image in front of her suddenly disappeared, blood covering her hands and the pain subdued. Tragically, not having any time left to think about the illusion she had seen, she died, falling right into her closed door and staining her nightgown with blood. The killer pulled out a small pair of scissors and slowly kneeled down beside the dead body, with a swift movement she cut off one small strand of hair from her victim's corpse, examining it with the moon's light.

"Great, this is practically white," she mumbled as her ears picked up the fast paces of the police officers who had finally arrived. The look on her face portrayed boredom as she threw herself out of the apartment's window, right before the police stormed inside, trampling the woman's dead body and finding the room empty, with no sign of the killer.

Yet another day of work had concluded.