The Sea's of Blood. [Merformers]

Chapter 2: The smell of salt

Alysia POV:

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I groaned as I buried myself further under the bed sheet covers, frustration building as I fumbled in the darkness under my covers. My right arm ventured out beneath the covers, searching blindly for my alarm clock on the nightstand. With a disgruntled slam, I located it and hurled it toward the dresser, unintentionally sending a cascade of books to the floor with a loud crash.

"Fantastic, now I have to get another one... those darn cheap Walmart alarms," I muttered, throwing off the covers and rising from my unkempt bed. Stretching my arms overhead, I winced at the stiffness in my back that caught my breath for a moment.

Dragging my tired feet, I navigated through my cluttered room and made my way to the kitchen. Fliping on the light switch I made my way to my counter. Reaching up into the upper cabinet, I retrieved a bowl and placed it on the counter before moving over to my pantry.

After a brief search in the pantry I located the Fruit Loops and placed it on the counter. Opening the box and grabbing the clear bag, I poured a portion into the bowl. Setting it back on the counter, I reached into the drawer next to me for a spoon before grabbing my bowl and carrying my makeshift breakfast to the table, where I sat down and began to eat.

I took the spoon and began to stir my cereal before beginning to eat. While munching on the colorful cereal, I pulled out my phone and browsed through the local news to clear my bordem. My attention was drawn to an article about me after some time of scrolling through the local BBC website, apparently addressing the sudden mystery surrounding my disappearance.

'LOCAL NEWS'

"Has the killer fled, or planning on a murder spree through the fields?"

"Mass criminal 'Celtic Laugh' has suddenly ceased all murders? Police have been looking for her for about 3 months now but she seems to have disappeared all the radar, and no reports of her murders have come in through the Police department. Does that mean she could have been kidnapped or been stopped by an unsuspected hero?"

The news article displays a picture of Alysia below the article from one of the old murders she committed a long time ago. Herself in front of a camera with a full view of her face in a dimly lit room.

A finger was placed over her wide-cut mouth almost like shushing a little child. She smiled largely at the camera.  An axe in her right hand was pointed down to the floor, covered in blood and dripping on the floor. A body lay behind her, guts splattered everywhere with an arm chopped off; not too far from the body. Blood splattered all over the walls of the room as the body's head was turned away from the camera.

A message was pained red behind on the wall, barely visible to the camera. "IM ALWAYS WATCHING." It screamed in bold letters.

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I scoffed at the sensational first paragraph of the article about 'the' infamous 'Celtic Laugh.' I couldn't bother reading on as I already knew how most news articles went on; which was all the same. "Can't believe these news station's depicted crimes so dramatically," I muttered to myself, setting my phone aside and finishing up my cereal. Getting up and pushing the chair back under the table, I headed to the sink, turned on the water, and washed my bowl.

Returning to my room after cleaning, I changed into a pair of shorts and a sports bra, tossing my clothes into the hamper. Turning around, I made my way to my small training room that was on the other side of my house. Upon entering, I positioned myself in front of the mirror.