Blue Eyed Demon

Jane

Detective Jane arrived at Lucy's house in response to a call about a possible disturbance. As she approached the front door, she could hear muffled screams coming from inside. She quickly drew her gun and kicked the door in, sure Lucy would be here this time.

"Give it up Lucy, you're not getting out alive!" she shouted.

But instead of Lucy, she was met with the sight of the dead police officer lying on the floor. Her heart sank as she realized it was Tom, a good man she had gone out with drinks with a few times. Jane knew Lucy was sadistic but she didn't realize she was a killer who was willing to take on the police.

Jane quickly made her way through the house, checking each room for signs of Lucy. Each room holds a more gruesome sight than the last. As she descended the stairs to the basement, the moans grew louder. She could hear the sound of metal clinking against metal. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw multiple corpses chained to the wall. One man was moaning quietly, his body covered in cuts and bruises his eyes widened in fear as he saw Jane.

"I need backup and an ambulance to my position, now!" Jane shouted into her radio. She quickly approached the man, 

"It's going to be okay ill get you out of there!" as she got closer, she saw that he was barely conscious. She began to untangle the chains from his wrists and ankles.

The depravity of Lucy's actions was beyond comprehension, and Jane felt sickened to her core. She called for backup and medical assistance once again, but it was too late. The man had already succumbed to his injuries. Rage boiled deep inside of Jane as she swore vengeance against the cold-blooded killer.

Pulling off the road old dimly lit highway, Lucy spotted a small gas station in the distance and made her way toward it.

As she stepped out of the car, Lucy relished the feeling of being in a new place, surrounded by strangers who had no idea of the dark thoughts that lurked in her mind. She walked towards the gas pump and began to fill up her tank, her mind already racing with thoughts of her next kill, toying will a long screw in her pocket.

As she filled up the tank, Lucy noticed a man watching her from across the parking lot. He looked rough and unkempt, and his eyes seemed to bore into her. She felt a sense of ease wash over her, knowing that she could lure him in without any trouble. The man approached her, his eyes fixed on hers.

"You look like you could use some company," he said, his voice slurred from alcohol. Lucy felt a sense of excitement wash over her as she knew she could use this to her advantage.

"I'm just passing through," she replied, her voice cool and collected. The man took a step closer, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.

"You're a pretty little thing," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. Lucy knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Thank you," she replied, her eyes fixed on his. She took a step closer to him "Maybe ill stick around a little longer."

In a swift and calculated motion, Lucy produced the long threaded screw from her pocket. "You're just my type," she said with a twisted grin, before plunging the screw deep into the man's throat and yanking it back out. As the man slumped to the ground wheezing, blood flowed from his exposed windpipe. Lucy felt a sense of euphoria wash over her as she bent down and smiled into his eyes. "You can keep it, a little something to remember me by." She said shoving it into his wide eye. He thrashed and tried to scream in pain but only produced faint gasps. Lucy waited patiently as her car finished fueling before she got back in and drove away, her mind racing about her next kill.

Finally, she stumbled upon a small cabin in the woods, far away from civilization. It was perfect for her needs, secluded and hidden from view. When Lucy arrived at the house, she was overjoyed to find that it was already occupied by a group of campers. She knew that she couldn't let them see her, or they would alert the authorities. She had to act fast and eliminate the witnesses.

Waiting until nightfall, Lucy crept into the cabin slithering through the shadows looking for her first victim. This place was filled with fun little toys. She came to a door partially cracked open, a woman sounds asleep inside.

"Hey there, are you awake?" Lucy asked as she slowly tapped the woman on her shoulder. The woman slowly stirred and wiped the sleep from her eyes. At the realization of the blood-stained intruder standing before her, she attempted to scream but Lucy smacked her in the temple with the but of her knife. She bound the woman with electrician wire Lucy had found on the porch and gagged her with a rag from the kitchen. She woke up as Lucy was going through her things.

"I see you have a few sons, why don't we go make sure they know how to behave," Lucy said with a sickening giggle. She left the mother there thrashing and sobbing as she went to the next room where and found the two boys just as peaceful as their mother.

"Wakey wakey!" She said as she pulled out a long bread knife and began stabbing the first boy with gleeful laughter. The second older boy woke up to the sound of his brother's screams and Lucy's frantic laughter. He tried to pounce on Lucy but she was faster and stronger, she sidestepped him and planted her blade deep into his solar plexus. He let out a gasp of air before falling to the ground. Lucy proceeded to hogtie the two bleeding boys and fetch their mother.

"Oh sorry Mom, the boys were acting up again I think you need to talk with them," Lucy said as she walked into the mother's room who was thrashing against her restraints, but could do nothing against Lucy's knots. Tears gushed from her eyes as Lucy dragged her into her son's room humming all the way.

"Look I went and got your, Mom, now you're going to have to clean up this mess." She laughed at the still-gasping boys. In a whirlwind of random objects, Lucy began to stone the two boys in front of their mother. Eventually turning to the woman, who had lost consciousness from her pain.

"It's not bedtime mommy!" Lucy screamed as she kicked her hard in the ribs, the woman woke up with a scream and Lucy snatched up a fist full of her hair pulling her head back to reveal her exposed neck, her gag falling out in the process.

"Please no ill do anything, please!"

"You're real loud, you shouldn't yell at people." Lucy slowly pressed the tip of the now dull and bent breadknife against her neck, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper. As the blood gushed and spurted out of the wound and she cut through muscles, veins, and ligaments, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the mother's mouth that was beautiful music.

Lucy stood amidst a scene of carnage, the ground soaked with blood. Instead of feeling guilt or remorse, she felt a sense of euphoria and satisfaction. She dragged the lifeless bodies out of the cabin, hiding them in the brush and covering them with branches.

As Lucy stood in the woods' silence, she knew she had found her new home. A place where she could indulge in her addiction without fear of being caught. For Lucy, killing was not a crime but a way of life.