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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"I've been hearing loads about you recently, you've become like a celebrity, everyone is talking about you." He chuckled. He put his index finger up to her blade and gently moved it away from his delicate throat. "I could never be that famous, Mr..."
"Oh, how rude of me. James, James Patrick March, I run this hotel." He took her hand in his and placed a small peck on her slender hand. "It is an honor to meet you acquaintance Mis.Elusive." His eyes locked with hers in a heated staring competition. It was as if March was able to see right through her soul.
"You remind me of a cat the way you pounced at me, with the speed of a cheetah and the accuracy of a Jaguar it's exhilarating to watch a person pull off that type of skill." His words were sweet as caramel and as lethal as a poisoned apple.
The way he looked at her she could tell that was no ordinary encounter with this so-called James P. March. He was a psychopathic manipulator who had a tendency to talk way more than needed. "Cats have long and slender bodies." She took a seat at the edge of the ripped opened mattress.
"What are your thoughts on my body?" Elusive asked. That shut him up real fast. He swallowed hard as if not trying to let some invisible force take over. The slit in her dress revealed everything, her thigh was hanging completely out as the dress hardly covered her nether region.
Trying to be a gentleman about the situation, he places his hand in the way of his eyes. "Madam your dress, it's a little-" "What? Is my dress too sensual for you?" He had a shocked look on his face. "No! Not at all, it's just a bit..." "a bit what?" He peeked through his fingers to see her getting closer.
"What's wrong do you find me distracting?" She finds this amount of resistance amusing, the way he held back so loosely was fascinating. She gave him a smirk before covering herself up. A grin grew on her crimson-colored lips as she retreated to sit normally on the bed. "Relax, I wasn't going to do anything."
"Oh ho, you are a trickster aren't you Ms.Elusive?" He chuckled rather loudly. "Now. The devil's night ceremony will begin soon, I expect that you'll make it." She nodded her head and smiled at him. "Wouldnt miss it for the world." His gaze fell off her and to the bodies on the floor.
Blood stained the floor with a beautiful crimson color. "Ah, I see you've found out welcome party." Their cold lifeless bodies were almost completely drained of blood. "I was never informed about a welcome party." She said. "Sorry if I killed the mood."
He gazed into her baby blue killer-like eyes. "You are a mystery." He smirked as he scanned her body. "You are too." They could both see the murderous feeling swirling around in one another eyes. "But there is a difference between you and I Mr March, I'll become better than you ever were." She whispered in a hushed voice. She stood from the bed and place a finger on his chest.
"Someone been sound their research haven't they?" He snickered. "So look out darling, your position on top is going to plummet soon enough." Her words were intoxicating as March could feel her warm breath on his neck. "Whatever you say." He walked toward the door thinking nothing of her challenge.
"I'll be seeing you." He said as he exited her room. The door closed with a thud and she was left with her thoughts. He peeked his head back into the room. "I'll send some room service up to fetch those two." Referring to the two corpses bleeding out all over the vintage hardwood floors.
Elusive looked puzzled, all he wanted to do was welcome her to the building. She shrugged it off and laid down on the split-opened mattress. The reunion wasn't for another hour or two so she decided she would take a short cat nap to pass the time.
Time flew by, and before she knew it her alarm was beeping at her. Elusive groaned before slapping her hand on the top of the beeping box. She rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to fix her hair before heading out. She looked down at the invitation to see where she was needing to go, it was room 64. The room is right next to hers.
She examined the door heavily like it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen. There were the sounds of sneaky footsteps that she noticed approaching her from down the hall. Her eyes darted in the direction the sound came from. She noticed who it was rather quickly, the infamous serial killer Richard Ramirez.
But how? He was locked away in prison for gruesomely murdering at least 14 people. "Move woman." He ordered in a harsh-sounding voice. She did no such thing, instead, she just stood there to aggravate him further.
She watched intently as he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out what looked to be a loaded handgun. He stuck the loaded weapon up to her temple expecting her too scared shitless, and yet she was as calm as a frolicking butterfly.
"You better watch where your pointing that thing, you don't want to get cut do you?" He attempted to look downwards but soon found a sharp object digging into his throat. "Wow, you're good." He snickered. "Have we met before? You have that look in your eye that tells me you're not a defenseless little girl." He removed the weapon from her head and stuck it back into his pocket.
Her eyes scanned over his sunglasses. "I don't think we have." She held out her hand for him to shake, but before he could do so the door flew open, startling both of them. A woman who looked to be in her early thirties sprang out of the room and dashed down the hallway. "Murders, help!"
