{Killers} (A Not-So Love Story)

{3} W-What Is This Feeling...

"N-no! Please let me go." She pleaded, pain in her eyes. I just smiled at how beautifully scared she seemed to be. I then smashed my body against her on the nearest wall, and pinned her both of her arms and body. She didn't fight It though, probably just waiting to make a move. I stared at her with my wide, soulless eyes and smiled devilishly.

"My name's Jinx." I said, and I could feel that my hot breath on her made her spine tingle.

"Jinx?" She asked me, with a curious look on her face.

I rolled my eyes, and looked back down at her "Yes, Jinx." I replied back at her.

"I'm not going to let you kill me" she said, with a hint of bravery.

"Who said it was up to you?"

"Me." She replied back, slowly forming a smirk across her face.

I loved how confident she was "Well, it's not. It's up to me."

"Fight me then."

She had just used my words. Straight from my mouth before I could say them. I stared deep into her dark brown eyes, which caught me off guard because the next thing I knew, I was on the floor and she was running out the back door. Did she just knock me down? Intriguing. I ran after her, easily catching up as she tried to jump over the back fence. I grabbed her waist and pulled her harshly to the ground as she yelled. She hit the cold ground and before I could get on top of her she had moved just in time to counter attack and get on top of me first. I was amazed! Who was the angel before me?! She pinned my arms and held tightly. She was strong, but not strong enough for me. I could've broken free if I wanted to. Her breathing was hard, but controlled. She stared quietly at my face some more.

"What are you?"

"A monster," I replied licking my lips. It must've looked foul by the look she gave me.

"Monsters aren't real."

"Then I must be a fairy tale," I rolled on top of her and pinned her to the earth.

"I'm not afraid of you!" She solemnly yelled out at me.

"Aren't you?" I put my hand under her shirt not feeling for her breasts but for her heart. It was beating rapidly. "Your heart says other wise."

"My body's reaction to the quick mental shift isn't my fault. It's only doing its job."

Woah, looks like we got a little bit of a nerd here.. I thought to myself.

"It's job is to die." I pulled out my knife, and raised it above her face. "It's time for you.. To rot in hell"

She looked at me wide eyed, scared, but accepting her fate. I was all set to kill her when something told me not to. It wasn't my brain. My brain was insane, and wanted to do it. It wasn't my conscious, I don't have one. I heard a thumping in my chest that grew louder and louder. I tried to force the knife down, so close, but the thumping got louder. No no no, It was NOT my heart trying to send me a audio message. Damn this thing in my chest. If only it would be quite for just a minute, but it wouldn't stop beating so damn loud! I put my knife back into my pocket. And stood up off of her. She stayed laying there on the grass, as if she was disappointed I hadn't done it. Maybe she was waiting for it to happen. She looked at me, and I turned my gaze towards her. She looked uncomfortable but I didn't stop looking at her. She was getting creeped out, I could tell. It was funny to me.

"Why're you staring at me?" She said standing up. She then stood in front of me, hesitantly though.

"Weren't you going to kill me?" Her eyes pleading.

"You want to die don't you?" I asked her. She looked at the floor, then up at me again, this time there were tears in her eyes.

"No," she said, "I was just hoping that, maybe now I would've been at peace."

I couldn't comprehend it. I felt, happy she wanted to die. It was intoxicating, and pleasurable. I desired to kill her but, couldn't for some reason.

"My name's Camry, if you were wondering." I looked at her and she quickly averted her eyes, "You probably were wondering" She then began stepping a little closer. Was she trying to befriend me? Pathetic.

"That shirt smells..." She said staring at my blood stained shirt. I didn't care, I was still just hoping the sound would go away so I could end her.

"Camry." I said creepily, and she looked uneasy.

"What?" She stepped away.

If she thought she could even try to relate, or befriend me she was dead wrong. I'm not a friend, I am not a person. I am evil. PURE, evil. She was just a naive girl, trying to probably "Help" me. Maybe she thought I was delusional, or a mental patient. But, I wasn't. I AM A KILLER Jinx the killer. It's all in the description. She may have not know about me, but she would soon, and she would never forget. I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her close, staring into her shaking eyes. Then I lowered my voice into a eerie pitch, and almost whispered to her. "It would bring me so much pleasure when I slit your throat, cut open your stomach letting your blood and intestines spill out of you. I can't await to taste your precious blood, as I lick it from my blade, and then, I will delightfully stick the cold metal of my blade onto your mouth carving a forever endless smile, just so no one would ever see you sad, ever again. Just so when people find your lifeless body, mangled and beaten, they will not be as foolish to say monsters aren't real. Because Camry, they are very real. And sometimes, they're right in front of you.

She looked like she had seen a ghost. She gulped, and was speechless. I smiled as wide as possible a grin from cheek to cheek revealing my rows of dagger like teeth, and I stared at her, leaning closer and closer until she fell onto her back. I slowly bent down and before she could run away, I grinned at her before saying "Boo."

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