𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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Slowly, one by one, each murder brought Alex closer to where Sarah generally lived. The places she liked to visit, her work, her house, all his terrible memories of her only fueled his desire to try again, to try and win her love again. He felt that he needed to earn her love, and violence was the only option left. He had caused so many innocent lives to come to an end, families to be devastated and body counts to increase. Right now his count was about double that of the count before he went completely mental, his psychotic and love driven rage and insanity only growing increasingly worse. He thought that no consequence would come of this, that he had full control of the situation. Little did he know, these murders were being reported on the news, and he was the main star. He had been caught on video surveillance before, far from this town but still. People had been going missing all over the place, and Alex had become a wanted criminal. An increasing concern to Nevada with how fast he was killing people. And only at 16 years old.

Oh, and Sarah had been keeping up to date with his rampage as well. She watched in horror as he was reported to murder so many people, his name unknown to everyone except her and her only. She thought that she was the cause for this, which, she was most definitely the cause, and she felt horrible for it. She didn't want this to spiral into Alex murdering innocent civilians for her love. She didn't know that bit, but still. She knew that this was her fault, but just not for the reason that she thought. She thought she had driven him into some sort of rage, and that he had grown so upset that he went on a killing spree, and she feared that one day, she would be the victim on the news. That she would be the new victim to his psychotic addiction, and then she would blend in with the countless other people that were killed because of her. She could barely even live wit herself thinking about it, and then that turned into irrational and intrusive thoughts. Maybe she can prevent that from happening? But the way that would happen is, well, in short not the way she wants to go at all. So she decided against it. She listened as the newscaster described tragedy after tragedy, innocent person after innocent person found dead. Same evidence every time, same bullet shells and same injuries. A clean shot to the head. Every person had been shot in the head, right between the eyes. This is what scared her even more.

Knowing that Alex had such incredible aim and could get away from his consequences the way he was instilled such a stomach churning fear in her, but alas she kept watching. Halfway through the broadcast, another murder was reported. There was no pattern, no specific type of victims, no path, nothing. The murders were scattered all over the place, the people of all shapes, ages, races, genders, families, it didn't matter. More and more she knew that it was Alex doing this, and that he was going to be coming for her soon. She was either going to be his last target or the one target he wanted to kill most, either way she felt queasy thinking about it. Then something horrific showed up. She saw live, raw footage that someone forgot to censor of someone brutally torn apart. Like a rabid bear went ham and threw everything everywhere. But the only thing that proved otherwise was that same bullet to the head. The person had only been dead for an hour or so, the killer still not found.

Maybe Alex wasn't as cunning as she thought, and the police were just stupid, but then again about a hundred people were reported dead because of Alex. You would think someone as dangerous as him would be caught by now, right? This person though, they were different than everyone else reported. 

!! WARNING: GORE !!

Not only were they torn to bits, but their spine had been ripped away from the rest of their body and bent into a heart shape and just left on the ground. Their insides like their small intestines were all ripped out onto the ground as well, spelling out the initials "SG". Those were her initials. She froze when she saw it, the camera panned over to a birds eye view, a giant heart made of the person's blood was around the entire mess. It was so messy, so gory, so disgusting to look at. She knew damn well what Alex was after now. This made it loud and clear what he was after. The shine of the camera's flash was the only thing that lit up the blood in the night, the flashlights that were shining on the mess revealed every little detail. She got up and ran to the bathroom, a sick feeling rising up from her stomach to her head. She hunched over the toilet and vomited, the scene was just too much. She had a strong stomach but this, this was too much. It made her sick, scared, and maybe even the slightest bit angry.

~Safe to read~

She got up and panted, going to wash her face. Dear god she hated that. She won't even be able to sleep tonight because of that. She probably won't be able to sleep again because of that for fuck's sake. She did eventually at least try to go to sleep when it was about 2 in the morning, she was tired but still very paranoid of what could happen while she was asleep. It was hard to sleep knowing Alex was out there still, nobody has caught him yet, and he's doing this all to prove his love to her. One half of her was terrified like any sane person would be, the other half thought that this was all idiotic and unnecessary. He was doing all this, after everything he had done and said previously, thinking she's going to forgive him? After all that?! Nope. She eventually passed out, not too long after she had got into her bed and hid under her covers.

And behind her sheltered back, Alex was killing more and more people. Sweeping the streets with his gun in hand, eliminating every person that got in his way. He went through the streets and the alleys, trying to throw off anyone that was trying to follow his trail. And then there was a period where he just.. stopped. For quite a few hours, no murders popped up. In this time, he had been finding his way to Sarah's house. When he was almost there, he killed some innocent teen that was walking down the street. He carried the body with him to Sarah's house, slitting open the man's throat and using the blood to mark her door with a large crimson heart. He left the body on her doorstep and retreated somewhere he could hide. 

This was his way of saying "I'm home." How sick is that?