An Audience Of Death

Angels Of Massacre

Back on elm street...

As Blair/ patchwork finished hacking some poor screaming drunk to pieces she returns to her new found home Elm Street as obviously i f she murdered on or near her home she would easily be suspected so she spreads it out always around 4-5 miles away from her resting place it was around 3am she dosent have the exact time as she has no way to access a clock so it was more of an educated guess. shes been doing this for years now she turned 13 last week 7 years in the business hehe new record

She slid down the wall her blood stained weapon resting on her leg. she attempted to spit wash the mechanical 'friend' licking her thumb every five seconds as the metallic substance trickled down her throat silencing her thirst for a couple of seconds before then again craving it.

She sighed admiring her work before resting her back on some damp stacked boxes so she was in a relaxed sitting position.

She closed her eyes re- acquainting the all consuming darkness that she knew all to well.

The next day continued as normal she slept most of the day woke around noon mugged a guy then spent his earnings on food water and the remaining 20p on a public toilet making her way to her next kill zone she was tired so she only walked around 2 miles before spotting an unsuspecting couple carelessly wandering into a nearby alleyway

"Tch idiots they could get hurt" she spoke to herself as she smirked widely swinging her sharpened killing tool over her shoulder once again it was an action she enjoyed it always gave her confidence as she knew the game had started and it was now her turn only- newbies don't get a head start

PatchWork stood menacingly at the end of the alleyway blocking the exit as it was a dead end so they had nowhere to run

"Oh hello excuse me but my name is PatchWork and you are my selected victims for tonight's screening so please enjoy the show" she said in a sickly sweet tone

It was around 3:30 in the morning she was tailing them all night until they made their fatal mistake

The couple turned around and stood their in shock

"Hmm what to do what to do ah I know" she placed her hands on her hips triumphantly

"Have you ever heard of the 'Butterfly Cut'? No let me educate you, the Vikings first used it - cracking the victim's ribs from the back and pulling out the lungs, and spreading them out like wings behind them. While still living. There is some question as to whether or not the procedure was ever actually performed, or is even possible. Let's try shall we?"

She lunged at the couple dropping the chainsaw and bringing out a concealed knife from her black hoodie pocket the couple cowered as Blair was to fast for them to react she made a few deep cuts at the man so she could gain access to the rib cage and did as she said ripping out the lungs still attached to form a winged like shape the woman made a run for it Blair just simply jumped and pushed off the wall and caught up to the woman in a few seconds. While still airborne she grabbed the lady's blonde hair and pinned her to the ground completing the same act only slower so she could hear the lady's desperate screams. They silenced as soon as she pulled out the lungs

"Aww look-y here they both have wings they can me angels together"

She giggled childishly but as she stood picking up her chainsaw In the process she noticed a dark silhouette
Looming on the wall signifying that someone was watching she turned around cautious but quite confident as hoping she could take him on or run him out

His face was shrouded in darkness due to the white hoodie that shadowed him at least I think it's a guy because for what I can see long thick black hair that stood on edge poked out the corners of the hoodie stopping just below the shoulders

He spoke a calm dry voice that had a certain hint of madness that clung onto it

"Well well well what do we have here"

He took a slow stride forward has he seen the bodies?

"Huh I never knew someone as young as you would be capable of something so... Beautiful"

The madness was clear in his voice you could tell from the way he emphasised the end of beautiful in a way that was cold friendly and chilling at the same time

She desided to take action- not the way you would think ever heard the saying the strength of the insane? Let's just say there is more truth to that than you think

So I did something us prey normally do,

I ran...