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Chapter One

"T-That will be r-room 324 d-darling", a kind, elderly blue haired woman tells me.

"B-but I do need a name, for the room I-I mean, its h-hotel policy-y", She speaks again.

I wonder why this older woman is stuttering around me though. Maybe its because I look menacing. I am in all black but, I don't think that's it.

I chuckle.

Maybe its the my eyes, they are pretty dark and emotionless.

"Sure", I say, "My name is..." I think for a moment, " Piper Evers" I say with a another chuckle.

I love messing with people.

I know its a fake name. And so does she. However she doesn't say anything. Smart move.

I pay for the motel room in cash and make my way to room 324. My leather boots clicking against the hard wood floor as I leave the the tight office space.

I hear a sigh of relief come from the old woman as I shut the door behind me and walk from the door.

I look back, my dark eyes connecting with her light green ones. I smirk and she pales.

I turn away once again, walking to my hotel room. Stilling smirking.

Like I said I like to mess with people.

***

I tugged my small but dense backpack in to room 324 then yanked it on the bed to look through my things.

Swiftly, I opened the backpack turned it upside down, letting its contents spill out. The first things that came out were my hair dyes and fake coloured contact lens.

I had to change my hair colour and eye colour every four towns I went to, to keep from being recognized.

I did it so much actually, I have forgotten what my natural hair colour is.

Maybe it was blonde, brown, red? Honestly, I really don't care.

The next to crawl its way out of my bag is my clothes with mostly consisted of black and leather with the occasional article of dark blue or grey clothing, I like to not keep alot clothing to make sure I have room for the important stuff like cash.

Then lastly, my favorites, or as I refer to them, my babies.

My sharp, gleaming knives.

I have 3 in total. The first is my full length knife (its name is shiney, I love to make it, well, shiney especially when the victims see it, it gives me goosebumps to see the frighten look on their face) its about 5 inches and I only use it to protect myself (sometimes...). No offense with that bad boy.

The second is my 'pocket knife' which I like to call 'sharpie'. I call it this because when I am carving into my victim and drawing smiley faces (yes, I do that) the small knife is like a sharpie. I think the name is creative.

Last but not least is my most prized possession and favorite knife, Mckillsalot. Its actually more of a machete, with a long, black blade and a dark brown leather grip, its the best and the weapon I use the most. Its the weapon that I kill the most with. I especially like it when I decide to be brutal. It makes the most mess.

Staring down at my big bunch of junk, I decide to dye my hair again. At the moment it was a almond colored brown but, I thought it was time to change it.

So I grabbed the black hair dye on the comforter of the bed and headed for the bathroom to change my hair colour once again.

The bathroom with small and dirty however I didn't have much of a choice.
Money is tight (for a 19 year old, whose job is killing people, (just joking I don't get paid, I do this for fun)).

I put my head over the sink, wet it and begin to put the dye in like I have a million times before.

I think I am in California.

I could be wrong. After traveling around the US for so long everywhere I go, everything just blends together.

I washed the dye out of hair and check it in the mirror.

Still not dark enough. I thought.

I added more dye to my hair and waited for it to set.

What colour for my eyes this time, I think blue is a nice colour.

Yeah, I am definitely in California.

I think I should get a new knife, I will call it Oscar.

Nah, too much work and effort.

I finished dying my hair black and I felt gross from the previous bus ride so I decided to head in the shower.

So that's when I stripped down butt naked and jumped into the cool water.

(A/N: Chapters will get longer and more interesting, I promise.)