An Audience Of Death

Every Beginning Means One End

So this chapter means the beginning and the end of hero but not every end means death I guess its the way you look at it. I like to think I saved her I mean she was weak she would have probably commuted suicide anyway

So let me introduce myself I am PatchWork the mass murder that scares grown men out of their skin. You know most of my victims killed themselves just so they would have a nicer death. That makes me laugh the people who are to scarred to face me but to be fair, they are the smart ones as for all those who deny my existence meet a terrible fait

*que evil laughter* •°}

So I should probably give you abit of a 'character profile' as to how I am different to the Blair you know and love

Well for starters I'm covered from head to toe in black stitches that split in every direction but as soon as it reaches my neck it forms to a vertical line of cross stitch that stops at the tip of my chin. The only other set of stiches is again a cross stitch that stretches along the cuts of my mouth which my parents put their, I did this myself as personally I think it looks prettier that way rather than two ugly cuts. The only other change is on my back (see picture) it is a line of black ribbon stitched into her flesh in a crisscross pattern that ends in a large bow hanging down

Now this is me but not quite yet so now you know the basics and the overlook of our hero's past let's continue the story ....

The streets were cold damp and unforgiving Blair still contemplating her parents death she giggled at their last moments as their shocked eyes that held fear and hatred rolled over into the back of their skulls while a small fountain of crimson leaked from the outskirts of the now useless orbs as followed by an outburst of frantic spasms from their bodies which were cut open exposing the fleshy organs that where now put on show for all the world to see. She always found their last moments amusing. Growing board by the second she took her dads stolen chainsaw and with one swing easily slicing her mothers head into doing the same with her farther. She killed them in the exact same way as she thought it was unfair to give one more attention than the other as when they were alive she hated them both equally so she showed it in her work as she skipped out the building which was now a blaze of hellfire as she walked away

"Good riddance"
she chuckled, her chainsaw lightly bouncing on her bloody shoulder as she merrily skipped away from the new crime scene

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Okay sorry for all squeamish readers although people who enjoy creepypasta should be used to it by now it wasn't even that bad in my opinion but others may say otherwise creepypasta characters will come in time just wait defiantly soon otherwise kill me (JUST A JOKE JEFF LEAVE ME ALONE) see you