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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺

| Victoria Kingsley |

❝life is filled with beautiful lies❞

WOODSBORO, THE TOWN VICTORIA KINGSLEY HATED AND LOVED. THE TOWN SHE COULDN'T STAND BECAUSE
IT WAS TOO PLAN FOR HER TASTE.
WOODSBORO, THE TOWN SHE DID
NOT WISH TO MOVE TO, A TOWN SHE
WISHED DID'NT GET ON HER NERVES.
She loved her mother dearly. But she just
wished her mother and herself stayed in France,
her true home. Stepping into Woodsboro, she
was welcomed with fake smiles and fake "hellos"
as the town gave them welcome desserts.

Part of her wanted to do nothing but shove the
neighbors desserts up their ass. But keeping up
her facade, with a fake smile stained on her red
cherry lips she took their desserts from their
hands and thanked them. "Thank you so much."

Victoria Kingsley, was sweet and kind. Well,
that's what everyone saw. Little did they know.
Victoria wasn't as innocent as she acted, yes.
She was kind. But to those she knew. Those
who respected her. But, there was another side
to her. Another side only she kept to herself.

Victoria Kingsley had an illness. Though she
may be a sweet seventeen girl that has most of
the town fooled by her act of kindness not to
mention her beautiful aura that brings people
to their knees. Victoria Kingsley is sick, sweet.
but sick. One moment she was ok, the next she
snapped. How did she snap? She carried a knife
in her dandy hands, and stabbed the person in
front of her. With a sick sweet smile on her face.

As sick and twisted as it was. She had no emotion. No empathy, no guilt for the people she killed. One stab was not enough to satisfy her work. A cry for help was a song to her ears, as her victims begged and begged for their lives. It was a cycle she was used to. A never ending cycle, she was annoyed. Annoyed with her victims. Begging for their lives when they could be fighting for their pathetic lives. But then again what's the point? When they'll die either way. Victoria Kingsley always thought people got what they deserved.

In her own words. "Karma has no menu, you
get served what you deserve."

She always thought that's what should happened, that that's the way of life. People, get what they deserve. Especially the useless ones. The horrible ones. The pice of shit ones. The worst ones. The ones she can't stand. Payback was a slap to the
face, but karma was worse. And she was karma.

With her knife still in hand, blood smeared
on her face. She slowly steps back and began talking into the small voice changer. "Tell me, do
you like scary movies? Don't even think about hanging up. Because if you do, you'll regret it."

It was funny to her. Don't question it but,
she found the situations funny, each time she
was at her victims house, she'd watched their expressions. First it would start slow. With
her asking them if they like scary movies,
then she'd get to the point. Her smirk only
growing as she saw the horror on their faces.
She never chased after them. Knowing they
won't get too far. Knowing she had them right where she wanted them. And when they think
they have a chance, she'd proved them wrong.

"Don't pout. Did you really think I'd let you
live? Rule number one, don't trust a stranger."
With a sick twisted smile she plunged the sharp
knife inside her victim, screams filled her ears.
Music to her ears.

Victoria was a killer. Victoria is a killer.
A deadly one at that. And she didn't care to make
it obvious, she hid the evidence well. She wasn't stupid. She was no where near being stupid. She was very smart especially for her age. She had
a thing about her that made her different, a stare
of death that was her benefit. She was beautiful
and innocent, an Angel or siren so immaculate.

And she wasn't the only killer. Soon Victoria
will find learn that those around her— those close to her have secrets.