Pseudosapien

Connections

What an unusual usual to have; she dated the male serial killers before killing them but the women were just killed. At least that was how Annie Young killed them. She went for the females in the club when the urge to kill came up again suddenly, and it was the first time that it ever happened the next day. It was usually able to last a week. It seemed that Annie had been lucky, in a way, with her killing's ways because she didn't have a particularly patterned way of killing her victims. It was always at random and in different ways, which kept any pursuers off her tail. This wasn't what she had told her club, though. Instead she had led them all to believe that she was the kind that killed widowers that had killed their own wives and gotten away with it, mentioning that she was the only one that needed to suspect that he was the one that killed her in even the slightest.

One may or may not be surprised when they learn that her latest kill was the deceiving little con artist, Clarissa. The day before, Annie was pacing towards the woman's very house. No one had known that and since it was in an area remarkably similar to the suburbs, she knew that she was home free.

Clarissa was the type that fed off the money of her spouse or significant other until they were no more and then killed them and any children that they had (if they had any kids) to cover her tracks. Annie herself had no idea how the young woman had been able to slink away from every little ordeal Clarissa had put herself through, but Anemone knew better than to underestimate a serial killer of any size or kind.

Right now her mind was working, the gears turning and spinning at full throttle, mapping out her next victim. She hardly noticed when it started to rain, transforming her clothes to what was very close to a second skin. When she did finally notice what had become of her outfit, she was outside of her own front door.

"I hate the rain." She murmured as she peeled off her clothes and left them where they landed like a snake shedding without even knowing or caring about it.

Unlike some people, though, Annie didn't really think much of walking throughout her house in the nude, so she stepped into her downstairs bathroom and threw a towel around herself, soon after bundling her hair in another.

She didn't know who to go after next and she knew that going in a certain order would alert people eventually, if they weren't already aware of their steadily decreasing numbers. Aside from that the only other thought plaguing her mind was the question that flew through her mind more often then she enjoyed.

'Why do I do this?' Those five words kept her from sleeping well at night, gave her nightmares, and were also usually the last thing she thought before she killed someone. It had been going on for ten months now and she still had no answer to give.

Anemone didn't hate herself or anyone else for that matter. No, in fact the only thing that bothered her was that she knew what she did was wrong and yet she seemed to be completely and utterly addicted to it.

No animals really liked her and she didn't like that either because it was a risk she didn't like to take. She knew they could smell her illness and the fact that she wasn't right in the head. The saddest part was that both she and the animals she walked past knew that in her mind as much as she wanted to believe and have it be otherwise... Anemone Young wasn't insane in the slightest. If anything she simply lacked the natural endorphins most others had because that was the only reason why she dissociated whenever she killed her victims. She had enough that she knew how to act and function normally with a descent sex life, but not enough to the point where she felt guilty for what she did. In fact, to Annie, killing seemed to come almost naturally as though whenever she killed someone... almost right before she dealt the lethal blow... her mind appeared to go back in time. So far back it was as though she had opened a door to the most animalistic side of her. Annie wasn't a hunter, but she sure as hell wasn't letting herself be prey either. Clarissa had fought back to the point where this fact was almost proven wrong and the small woman even had the rather deep cut on her arm to prove it.

Every time she glanced at it she remembered the searing pain of the slightly larger woman grabbing a piece of broken glass and letting it tear down her arm. Even right now while it was neatly wrapped up with gauze by her doctor. She did some of her own medical treatment since he would soon get suspicious and soon make the ties connecting her and the murdered killers together. Then again it was also very lucky (in a way) for her to be prone to injury and incidents that were in no way related to any murder in the area since the days were different. This was something she made sure of. There were times like last night where getting hurt was pretty much inevitable... only when you consider the type of killer you are or were dealing with.

Though right now, as she dried off her body and hair, something felt out of place as though she had missed something. Somehow, Annie felt as though something had happened that she had done to set a mess of things into motion. It was a feeling she couldn't shake more than that annoying question that wouldn't get off her back. She went over every possible thing in her mind until she came up with what felt the most right.

Someone had seen her. Not necessarily in the act of Clarissa's undoing but they had seen her either coming or going... or something.

Pursing her lips, Annie shook her head and focused on making a meal to sate her stomach's recent grumbling and when she looked through her refrigerator her face fell a bit at the sight of the inside. A half eaten block of cheese, a few sodas, and an expired container of yogurt were all that resided inside. Her only choice was to take out a soda and throw out the icky cheese and yogurt. Then with a moment's consideration and a lazy glance at the phone, she picked it up and dialed.

"Hey, yeah, I'd like a three cheese pizza with the thick, cheese filled crust...yes, that'll be it. Name's Anemone...yup...you know the place. Thanks, see ya in a few." Then she hung up and lounged back in her spot.

Safe to say Annie was a regular to the nearby pizza business.

When her dinner got there she sat down with it, listening to whatever was on the radio while contemplating who in the club to go after next.

Over time while she was with the club that the 'President', Mason Christner had given the title of 'Poker Club' to instead of something more literal.

Mason was the founder of the club and someone Anemone made sure to be friends with until she decided to kill him at the end. He'd be her final victim... unless something else came up. He might be her biggest threat so she might have to kill him sooner than she expected.

Moving back to current time she dove into her third piece of pizza and switched her thoughts to Haggard, a thirty year old pyromaniac with a thing for girls her age. He was already flirting with her during meetings, so why not?

"Haggard it is." She muttered.