Several years later
A dark figure could be seen in the distance as it slowly stumbled towards its victim.
"Oh how I love a food chase~" the figure laughed insanely as it came closer and closer.
"I was going to make this easy on you but you fought back so now," the figure crouched down and picked up a metal object, "I will make your death as painful as possible.'
The figure held up the object and it shone slightly in the moon light, giving off a slight sliver tone and with one swift movement the figure brought the object down and a scream could be heard from miles away.
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"I'm home," the door was swung open and a figure walked in, the floor squeaking with each step.
"Ah shit, the lights are out." the person grumbled. The lights flicked on within a second.
"Swear jar!" the person who had flicked the lights on demanded.
"Yeah, yeah. How about instead of me putting some money in the swear jar, I give you some new ingredients."
The teen thought about it for a moment and nodded in approval.
"Here you go Ollie," a bag was placed in the said person's hands.
"Hey no fair, how come [Y/N] gets to do that trade but I don't!" A voice was heard from above the two people in the kitchen.
"Because Allen," [Y/N] spoke watching Al cringe at his full first name, "your ingredients are off and who wants to cook off food? Not Ollie, that is for sure."
"So what if I like to leave the bodies out for a bit?" the maroon haired teen stomped down the stairs.
"ALLEN JONES, SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THAT STOMPING!" an angry French man should be heard from up stairs.
"SWEAR JAR!"
"FUCK YOUR SWEAR JAR!"
Ollie huffed and stomped his foot stubbornly on the floor.
"Don't worry Ollie," [Y/N] placed a hand on the Brit's shoulder," you'll get the money for the swear jar in the morning."
The girl smiled as she made her way up to her bedroom. She doesn't remember a lot of her past but she wanted to find out.
The [H/C] girl had an obsession with a killer she has seen in the paper and on the news. It always says how the victims are cut up one way or another with a knife. Every time there was another kill from this person, she would be the first to find out and when she saw an article she would cut it out and place it in a box that she hid under her bed.
Every night [Y/N] read these articles before she would go to sleep. She felt as if that one day she would meet him, she felt like that she had some kind of connection with this killer.
She was determined to find him.
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My Two Brothers
Fanfiction[Y/N] was taken away from her home at a young age and was placed into a new one where she grew up. [Y/N] has vey faint memories of two young boys that lived in the same house. Now that's she is older, [Y/N] wants to find out more of those two boys a...
