sinister

The vengeance

The target strolled confidently through Roger's home, without a care in the world. They were blissfully unaware of the fate they were soon to fall victim to. They were sauntering through the rooms, acting as if they owned the place. The killer was looming behind them, ready to strike at the perfect moment.

They walked straight into Roger's office and the killer soon followed. “What are you doing here? The party is in the living room, pretty thing.” Janice mocked. She dared to mock the person who was about to become her worst nightmare. The killer shut the office door behind them and immediately Janice raised her eyebrow, “What are you doing sweetie?”

“I'm going to show you that you should have never spoken to me that way, sweetie.” The killer mocked right back. She quickly produced a knife and approached Janice.

Fueled with nothing but pure rage, she began stabbing Janice. Repeatedly. Aggressively. She looked into Janice's shocked helpless eyes as she did, not once breaking her cold and heartless stare.

Janice tried to fight back scratching all down the killer's arms and kicking at her. The killer's strength was scary, you wouldn't expect it from her. Once the killer was satisfied she stepped away and Janice fell to the floor, a puddle of blood forming into the expensive office rug.

Finally the killer had claimed their last prize. They were content with their kills, they got their revenge. The killer looked down at her blood soaked clothes, there was going to be no way to explain that but she didn't mind. She was ready to confess.

With her bloodied hands she began searching through Roger's office drawers, looking for one thing specifically. As soon as she found it, a grin became plastered on her face. Roger's gun. She didn't care if it was loaded or not, she only planned to use it for scare factor.

She was going to make everyone listen to her confession, whether they liked it or not. She slipped the gun into the waistband of her trousers and began slowly approaching the party again. She rehearsed her lines as she went, she wanted to explain everything.

With fury burning
The blade takes flight
A heart once beating
Lost to spite

With every stab
The madness grows
Life ebbs away
As anger overflows

Cold as stone
A killers heart
As they survey
Their crimson art

Authors note - Poem credits to DyingStars123 x