Don't Give Up

Serial Killer

I ran and ran, only stopping every now and again to kill another person. This. Is. Awesome. I mean it.

"Run, run, away from the fun.

C'mon Hun, it's just a gun.

I'll kill you quick, you won't even feel a flick.

It'll sting, it'll burn.

Now I hope you be learned.

I'm a killer. I'm a killer.

I don't kill for love, no.

I don't kill for money, why never.

I kill for fun. I kill you for fun."  I sing as I slit a young boy's throat. I grin sadistically as I hear more cries for help. I run as fast as I can, pumping my legs to go faster and faster even at my top speed.

"Oomph!" I run into a girl. Finally, I was looking for one.

"Watch it, dumbass!" She brandished a knife from her vest, throwing it at my face. I caught it easily.

"You need to work on your aim, kiddo." I smirked as she glared at me.

"Shut the fuck up, and move. I'm not afraid to kill you." She sneered at me.

"Aww, that's not very nice." I fake pouted.

"God, grandma, move it or lose it!" She was getting impatient with me. Good, the more fun the kill.

"Make me." I taunted. She lunged forward, managing to bury a small throwing knife into my shoulder. I hissed in pain.

"Aww, does the grandma have a boo boo?" She smirked at my pain.

"You little bitch." I screamed as I threw myself at her, she gasped when I tackled her to the floor. "STRANGER DANGER! PHEODPHILE GRANDMA! RAPE!!!" She screeched as she tried to kick me off. I finally sat on top of her, my feet holding her hands down.

"Shut up, if you know what's good for you." I covered her mouth with my hand. "What's your name, kid? You're good."

"Riley. Riley Steele." She said when I took my hand off her mouth. "I'm fourteen."

"I'm -" I stopped short. Who was I? I just know realized that I didn't know my own name, or even how old I was. What if I was named something shit worthy like Robert? Or Tony? Wait wait wait, that's a little insane. But I could be thirty or more. I don't even know what I look like.

"Uh, do you even know you're name, grandma?" She asked. I moved off of her, she sat up." You look like a...Jade? Maybe an Emily. You look around seventeen, possibly nineteen. Not really deep into your twenties or thirties."

"Thanks." I started at her in awe. " that's a pretty cool talent there."

"Wha-oh. It's nothing, really. My parents say I'm just crazy." She blushed, then frowned at the mention of her parents. Oh, maybe she's got that kind of relationship with them. The 'fallout' relationship, as I liked to call it.

"Where ya from?" I asked after a momentary silence.

"Winston Salem." She said. Suddenly, there was a loud scratching noise. "Okay, so either we be friends, or I kill you."

"Let's go with friends for now. Run." I said, she took off. Long ass legs might take her to the other side. I laughed before taking off after her.