《Creepypasta Rampage》

Prolog

This is a Creepypasta Fanfiction. If this does not suit your interests, please click off now.

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I will not post often on here, but I plan to keep a steady and excellent posting system that has top tier (the best of my abilities) writing.

Edit: I fucking lied. My bad.

Good day/night/evening.

"So you admit that you took part in the murder of the Kurtis family," the opposing lawyer questioned with volume so the jury was given the opportunity to hear loud and clearly as everyone anxiously awaited the woman's response.

The case of the deceased Kurtis family had been going on for quite some time, and everyone was stressfully anticipating the final result of the trial for the suspected criminal of said crime.

The late-teens, young woman only smirked slyly before nodding her head in a bobbing motion, confirming her fatal, horrific deeds.

"And you admit to the jury and judge before you that you are responsible for the damaged property and premise of the Kurtis' living space."

Another nod.

The judge smashed the gavel against the sound block, silencing the court and the opposing lawyer.
"Use. Your. Words. Ms (L/n)."
The silence carried on for a few seconds longer before the young woman looked up, a giggle resonating from her lips, "Your honor....I plead guilty. I accept my punishment, no matter the jurisdiction."

The judge hit the gavel against the sound block once more, signifying that he would speak. "Then, if that is what you see fit, I sentence you to a life time of prison, (L/n). You are a horrible person, and you deserve nothing less."

"Indeed, your honor.

I look forward to it."

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"What on Earth were you thinking, (Y/n)?"

Said woman looked up apon hearing her name being called. It was her own lawyer, Grey, a family friend who offered to take up the case after hearing what kinds of 'mischief' the girl had been up to.

He pitied her, and she knew that.

She hated it.

She chuckled dryly, amused by his tense demeanor. "Grey, listen closely. And listen well." The room grew silent, other criminals surrounding them who's cases hadn't gone as planned felt the air shift, and decided to keep quiet.

She leaned forward, a strong aroma of roses and fresh morning dew surrounding the two as she looked him square in the eyes, a hazy, dead look lying in her own. It was almost enough to arouse the man.

"I understand that you were a close family friend to my mother. Maybe a little too close, which is most likely what my father meant when he accused her of affair, but there is no reason to worry about me, silly goose! They may have sentenced me to prison," her voice lowered to a taunting whisper as a playful glint entered her once dead eyes, "but that doesn't mean they can keep me there."

Grey held (Y/n)'s gaze for a moment more before finally turning away, pulling at his collar to air out his now burning skin. She had flustered him. How disgusting.

"One day, (Y/n), you won't be able to get yourself out of these....inconveniences. I hope you finally understand what karma awaits you. I also can't wait to see the day you rot in prison."

"You will be waiting a long time then. And I....can't wait to see you in hell, you dirty, perverted sack of shit."

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"Breaking news. An upcoming criminal and serial killer that goes by the name, (Y/n) (L/n), and the alias, (Y/A), has just escaped prison after being sentenced to a lifetime serving. Lock your doors and keep your windows shut, because you never know when you could be nex–"

A click was heard as the 1980s box TV was shut off.

"What. A. Buzzkill." (Y/n) shook her head lightly with a grin. "Actin' like I just randomly go out and kill and shit. She isn't wrong, but its still quite rude to assume, dont'cha think, sweetheart?"

Hopping off the couch of the 'abandoned' complex, she made her way to the kitchen cabinet, rummaging through for food.

Well, abandoned was a funny word. More like....departed from.

The former owner of the apartment lay sprawled dead on the floor, a large gash on her head still bleeding out.

"Yeah. It's not so nice to assume bad things about people. Maybe if you talked to them first, then you would know that they are actually a really nice person! So yeah, maybe they have slight anger issues, but they only want to be TREATED like a DECENT HUMAN BEING! BUT I GUESS THE SECOND YOU KILL PEOPLE, ALL FORMALITIES GET THROWN. OUT THE WINDOW!" A mug was thrown at the wall.

Adrenaline now scorching her insides, and her blood pulsing rapidly, (Y/n) slammed the cabinet shut, accidently knocking it off it's hinges.

Breathing heavily to calm her seething, she slowly reopened her once closed eyes and smiled down at the deceased, all remnants of anguish gone as it's replaced by madness.

"But that's okay. Because I forgive you. Forgive and forget. That's what my momma always told me. And forgiveness is easier to ask for compared to permission, don'tcha think?"

Silence.

"Fine. Don't forgive me. I don't need your acceptance anyways, I guess."

Grabbing a clear jar full of money, she popped the lid off and dumped the contents in her jacket pocket. "That's what you get for not locking your window though. Its nothing personal, really. The person who suffers your fate could have just as much been your neighbor on the floor above you."

Hopping off the cabinet she had to climb to reach said jar, she stepped over the body and climbed halfway out the broken window, making sure her pocket full of cash was zipped first. Turning back towards the deceased, she smiled at the still girl, "Have a nice rest, dearie!" Before jumping out the window and plummeting down towards the ground from the two story heighth.

Once her feet hit, she took off in another direction, the pipe she previously used to break in and kill with swinging back and forth on her hip strap.

Look out motherfuckers, 'cause this one's a fighter, and she's got a few tricks up her sleeve. Or might I say, weapons?