Beautiful but drowned in blood

Chapter One

I look ahead and see a light, Its 4:36 in the morning and the sound of the plane is keeping me up. I'm on my way to the big city so that I can enhance my obsession with the dark side, I am also running from the recent mess I made in my old town. They found out about my obsession back in Alice springs, after the continuous disappearances over the last few weeks the cops started to closely investigate the killings, and even though I was careful not to leave any evidence, they always found something that came back to me. I was lucky to even get on the plane, I expected the airport security to have a picture saying 'ALICE TERALEA WANTED', but nothing, no sign anywhere. Out the window I can see the tall complex buildings far in the distance, I'm close now I can almost smell the city. It looks so much more evolved than my small isolated town, it looks almost alien. But its not, they just have access to more technology and materials in New York. All I can here is a beep, looking up to see a seatbelt sign flashing to represent 'all passengers buckle up', I can feel the work of gravity and air resistance as the plane begins to lower, aiming for the run of the airport. I look down and see the ground 100m below me, starting to pack up my backpack with all the items I carried on board I wait for the remaining minutes so that I can meet my new life.

I walk down the ramp and across the cement ground, then into the newly built airport to retrieve my bags, though I have many more personal objects at home I left a lot of them so that nobody would really recognise I left, I only brought the essentials; toiletries, clothes, shoes and of course my weapons. Nobody would really expect that sweet, short, long blond haired Alice would be a deadly killer, but although I look sweet and harmless, I'm anything but. I am cold, and dark, mysterious, ruthless and very committed to my obsession. On average I have killed about 250 people travelling around my old country, I often did my killing in my home town but sometimes rumors started to catch and I had to move again but after a couple of years I would move back and start all over again. My parents killed many people when I was a kid and I followed the tradition when I turned the appropriate age, 6. My parents were captured the year after I started my rain of terror and were killed for there crimes, but they never thought that there little girl would continue what her parents taught her to do. I avenged my parents by killing the 4 people that ended their lives when I was 8 and I have been running since then, I'm now 28 and have had blood on my hand for 22 years now. When I was younger I hated the thought of killing so many people and I had guilt on my mind for years but then I started to gain control and told myself its better them die then me.

I walk the streets with my bags looking for a motel to stop into but every single one yet are all occupied, maybe moving to one of the busiest cities in America wasn't as good as an idea that I originally though it would be. I finally find a run down, shabby motel that has plenty of rooms vacant, probably because its so badly looked after but its perfect for me, It looks just like the broken-down hotel I lived in when I was back at home. I walk into the lobby and pay for my room at the front desk, then turn to the stairs and start to climb them to the 2nd floor. Once I find the correct door I insert the specially made key, and walk into my new home for the moment. Its a simple room, bedroom with a bathroom attached and a small kitchen with a stove, fridge and a counter. Though it may be small its fitting, at least I get a closet. As soon as I settle in I look at the clock on the wall and find out its already 12:39pm just around lunch time, so I grab my purse and head for the door to find a small café and have some lunch. I walked about 400m to a café around the food courts for this suburb, I sat and randomly ordered a hamburger and a milkshake. I'm still waiting, but I also managed to spot my first target, I hacked into the police files and found out his name, Joseph Hanger and his age, 32. I also found his criminal record, to find that he has recently robbed a store not far form here, which means I get to feed my inner beast and get rid of a robber, win-win. Since I'm out I decide to take a look around the shopping centre for groceries and some new black clothes, I love black clothes. Its shows off my hair and reflects my personality.

As I'm sitting In my hotel room I decide to put away my food and look through the clothes I just brought myself. In the first bag I have a black tee, a black leather jacket, black tights, and black converse shoes. Then in the second bag I pull out black mini jean shorts that wonderfully show off my legs and a black, dark blue and white patterned singlet shirt, with regular cheap black slip-on shoes. The third bag holds a black dress with stockings and high heels, simple but elegant. I put away my new outfits with the hangers I received in my closet, and get out my computer. I start researching all the crimes that have been recently committed around my suburb so that I can find out the details for my next victims. About 5 minutes into my searching I find a link between a 31 year old man and Joseph Hanger my current victim, I bring up their recent messages and to my surprise find out their meeting tonight, 10pm at a corner bar to discuss "business". I search the location and write it down in my notebook then shut down my computer. I walk over to the kitchen and start preparing a early dinner. After I finish I lay down in bed for a quick nap before I have to get ready for my twin kill tonight.