𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 ━ year is 1991, serial killers have been popping up from all over the country, from cannibals like Jeffery Dahmer to crazed murderers like Richard Ramirez. In the latest string following a cold...
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What is one to do when they have fallen so far down that one can no longer see the light? This question doesn't seem to have a clear answer. Everything seems to be black and white to me now, nothing has the joyful color it once used to. Nothing has any meaning.
A suitcase rolled across the crimson-colored carpet. A tall slim woman entered the antique hotel, she wore her hair up and had the most beautiful dress on. It was a velvet dress laced with gold-like fabric that ran down to her leg. She approached the main desk and dinged the bell.
Quickly, an older woman with big round glasses came to the desk. "What do you want?" She asked in an unfriendly and snappy-sounding tone. "I'm here for the gathering." The woman in the velvet dress slapped the invitation card down on the wooden countertop.
It took the staff member a second to realize her mistake. "My sincerest apologies miss, I didn't realize you were our guest of honor." The old woman went back and grabbed a key off its hook. "Number 65 will be your room." She swiped the key from the woman and started on her way down the hall.
As she entered the elevator some bald girl slapped her hand in the elevator before it had the chance to close fully. This didn't startle the mistress one bit. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" The strange person joined her in the elevator. She just simply decided that it would be best to ignore them.
"I can't believe I'm standing here with a celebrity, it's said you've killed over 20 people now, isn't that true?" To that she didn't answer, why would she admit such a thing to a complete stranger? It would be devastating if that information about her managed to get out to the public eye.
Murdering people out of rage was one thing, but killing people for absolutely no reason was fun. The elevator dinged and the door swung open soon after. The woman in the velvet dress got off and began making her way to the room she was given. "I'll catch you around sugar tits." The elevator shut once more.
She managed to get into her room without a problem but there was something wrong. She noticed it when she took her first steps in. The ominous atmosphere that loomed around this room was thick. If it had gotten any thicker you could cut it with a knife.
She walked over to the bed and stared down at the neatly placed covers. She grabbed the edges and swung them off to reveal a stitch-like pattern in the mattress. She grabbed her pocket knife and began sawing away at the stitches. Before she could get the last stitch out she could see an eyes ball staring at her from inside.
Without the slightest hesitation, she stabbed the eyeball with as much force as she could manage. The knife slid in and out with ease. Barely giving the poor soul time to cry out in pain. She continued with her work, and with a few more strings attached she was able to pull the body out.
She tossed the naked person on the floor and let him bleed out. She went on her way and reached the bathroom, it was a relatively small space but it would do just fine. As she looked in the mirror she noticed that her makeup was a bit smudged so of course, she had to fix it.
She retrieved her concealed from her bag and began patching up the spot. When she looked back in the mirror she noticed a girl standing in the corner. She pretended not to catch sight of the girl and continue with her makeup. All the while her other hand was inching closer to the pocket knife.
As soon as her pinky touched the handle she gripped it and tossed it back like a dagger at a dart board. If the girl just so happened to be a dart board then she would have hit the bullseye on her first shot. The girl fell bloody to her knees with a knife sticking from her skull.
The woman in velvet approached the kneeling girl. The intruder looked up at her with fear swirling around in her eyes, which made the mistress smile. She pulled the knife out and rubbed her hand on the girl's cheek. She ran her hand down her neck before slashing it with the blade.
She tossed the body out of the bathroom and started a pile of dead bodies next to the bed. "Ah, bravo mademoiselle, what a spectacular performance." The sound of clapping could be heard only a few feet away from her. She pounced in the direction the voice had come from and pinned the man to the wall.
She stared him down but he didn't seem shaken up in the slightest. She pressed the blade up to his throat and just waited for all the begging and weeping to come, but to her surprise it never did. He acted as if he wasn't in a life-or-death situation.
In an instant, she could tell by getting one glimpse into those cold unfeeling eyes that he was like her. "No need for violence Mis Elusive." She lowered her weapon slightly, figuring if he knew who she was he must have been the one who gave her the invite.
