The Game Masters POV:
My chest was rising and falling quickly in labored breaths, she had made me run. I do not mind though. Sighing I pulled my blade out of her side and watched as her blood escaped from the wound. Not to slowly, the blood made its way onto the ground and seeped down into it. As if her body was feeding Mother Earth, asking for forgiveness. Forgivenesses for never paying attention to all the earth was trying to offer. I watched her with an unblinking gaze, my heart still pounding from the fight she had given me. She was trying so hard to live, so hard to breathe. Her hair was a reddish brown color, it was a tangled and knotted halo around her face. Her brown eyes opened and she stared at me, she was scared-no, terrified. I felt a stab of guilt but soon washed it down with triumph as she wheezed out her last and final breath. Everything around me stilled, the wind did not gently blow around me anymore. The crickets stopped their cheerful little chirps, everything was quiet. I placed a bowl at her side, gathering some of her blood. When the bowl was full I lifted it to my face and inhaled in pleasure. The smell was a sweet coppery scent, something that smells okay-but most don't like what the smell implies. Taking the bowl I walked over to the wall beside her. She really did have a nice house, it was so warm and cozy. I dipped my fingers in the bowl and wrote my clue for my friend the detective. She was hell bent on finding me and capturing me. But all I ever leave is my clues, I'm careful.
"Whisper whisper, can you hear them all, who's the biggest gossiper of all? She smiles she cheats and lies like a pro, no one will be sad to see her go. She hurt me and hurt him to, you can't see him since he's working for you. He and only he will know who she is, come on you can do it agent Liz! Bye oh bye we'll see each other soon, that is if you can find her before noon.
~The Game Master"
I smiled at my little clue, I hope the agent can find me. I have been awfully bored. No one can find me! That and I can't help but wonder what agent Liz's blood smells like. Everyone's blood smells different.
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The Game Masters Obsession
Misterio / SuspensoAgent Liz has been tracking The Game Master for what seemed like years, but it has only been a few weeks. He was a sick and twisted man. And that's all she knew. He was sick and twisted and like to play games. He left her clues as to who is next, up...
