Chapter One You Have Been Chosen
A nappy-haired degenerate shut-in rises from her bed, the time is three a clock in the afternoon. Cali sits up, still drowsy gets on her feet, her pajamas say it all. She is in onesie tiger pajamas; she opens the door to the hallway in her dorm. Everyone is in class as she slept through her alarm again, she shuts her door carefully hoping no one is still here. Cali mosey on down to the bathroom *yawning. Taking a good long look in the mirror she nabs her toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it and scrubbing counter-clock way. After spitting and brushing her teeth again, she brushes her matted black hair, pain in every stroke of the brush. her hunched-over posture came from days upon days of web surfing on her computer. She shared a dorm with another, she was quite the opposite of Cali in most aspects, Cali hates going out while Jennifer goes all through the city partying and still has great grades.
Cali shuffles to her desk booting up her PC, she lays her head on the desk as it starts up. The quiet hums of the PC fill the room, it finally asks to login in which Cali types in her password "Jennifer_isTheDevil666." It accepts the password as it loads into the home page. She immediately goes on the web as well as starts up an app, the app is black with big words "Dark Web" that were hidden in the homework folder. The web fades to black and in the middle of the screen is a search bar. She loads up a page of The Gruesome Website where there are constant reports on a contract killer under the name of 17A. Cali scrolls to the comments section loading hundreds of comments. "Does anyone have new information on 17A" comments all ask about the identity of the contract killer, people don't even know their gender or if it is just one person. Everyone in the comment section agrees on one thing, the job is always completed no matter the target. Cali clicked on a photo putting it in fullscreen, the image shows a man in a pool of his own blood and an armed escort around looking for the culprit. Another image has a president and his wife murder in their bed, a small note catches Cali's eye, she zooms on the sticky note "17A was here."
The doorknobs start to shake, Cali powers off her PC in a flash rushing to the bathroom closing the door behind her, and starting the shower. Jennifer enters the room tossing her purse onto her bed and collapsing beside it.
Jennifer: "Cali hurry up! I need to use the restroom!"
Cali ignored her, sitting on the toilet seat, scrolling through her phone, a message covered her mobile game.
Cali: "You have two days to say goodbye to your loved ones before I pick you up, signed 17A. Is this some kind of prank?"
She blocks the number not giving it another thought, Cali undresses and steps into the shower soaking in the lukewarm water. Fifteen minutes later, she finally gets out drying herself, she wraps a towel over her voluptuous body. Walking out of the bathroom holding onto the towel.
Jennifer: "Why do you stay cooped up in this tiny room when you can show off your body to the world."
Cali: "No thanks, I don't do that skank business, I rather stay here and be safe and not get ogled by creeps."
Jennifer: "Whatever weirdo, have fun staying cooped up!"
Jennifer slams the bathroom door starting the shower once again. Cail picked an outfit from the closet and dressed quickly before Jennifer gets out. Her top was a dark grey t-shirt with an icon of a YouTuber smack dap in the middle of it. She let her hair flow free, she wore grey sweatpants along with running shoes. Cali grabbed her earbuds that were hanging off from the dresser and slammed the door behind her. Some of the other girls passed by her, they were all groupies, only sticking with a group so they don't look like outcasts. Cali managed to escape the requests or the invitations and made it outside, it was overcast, perfect weather she thought.
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The Killer in the West
ActionHave you ever heard of the contract killer named 17A, no one has ever seen their face or even know if it is one man or woman? All they know is the job is done and their money is well spent. He or she has been known as the death mark or the disease b...