Hello people reading! I hope you guys like my life story, just my life has a few kinks. So stay tuned and please add this to your library if possible. ~(°^°~)
Chapter 1
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t was night and my parents weren't home. As usual. I decided to take my dog for a walk.
As I was walking my dog, Baxter, I felt uneasy. My neck hairs stood on end; I might have been stalked at the moment. I heard a slight footfall behind me. It was uneven and they didn't go or match up with my footfall, so I knew I was bieng followed. "Michael," I whispered to my supernatural friend.
Yes, Hannah?
"Is someone following, or stalking me?" I questioned him.
I don't really know. You should now know that I can only comprehend on what you can or can't see. So right at this moment, I. Don't. Know.
"But can't you hear the footsteps behind me? As you can tell, I'm on live oak. I hate this street."
"Excuse me? Ma'am, do you have and idea on where we are?" A manly voice called out.
I stiffened, turned around, and started to scream. But I wanted to scream, I just didn't scream. What I saw was a man, about 5'9 bulky build, wearing a dark grey hoodie, black pants, all black converse, and what stood out the most was his dark blue mask. The mask had large eye sockets(I don't fucking know) and a black liquid was trailing down his mask.
Hannah? Run. That guy looks like bad news.
I didn't listen to him but my grip suddenly loosened on Baxters leash and he went bounding towards the masked man. He barked and tried to bite but no avail. Once he bit masked boy over here and he kicked him. Hard! Baxter went flying and he was whimpering like crazy! I tried to go over to my injured mutt but a bandaged hand held me back and I was a bit shocked over the fact that Baxter was hurt.
Hannah! Get out of his grip! Are you even listening to me? Oh god, I'm sorry about having to say your full name but here. HANNAH PEARL TOLLMAN! YOU BETTER GET OUT OF THIS MAN'S GRIP RIGHT NOW BEFORE I FORCE YOU TO!
I was stunned to the bone by what he said. So I struggled out of this creeps grip but I still failed. His grip was just too tight on my forearm.
Hannah, get out your new knife Rita gave you.
I got out my new pocket knife my step-mom gave me. The man noticed this and he snatched it out of my hands. Or, well he tried. But to my advantage, I cut his hand and he was caught off guard by this and he finally let go and he stumbled back.
"You bitch! Y-your going to pay for that!" He protested. Nigga, I ain't doing shit for your masked ass!
Lol. Hahahaha I'm dying!
As I raised my knife someone else came by and knocked my knife out of my grip and u was caught off guard by this. The new guy used this to his advantage and he tripped me making me double over and wince in pain. The other guy was a short, blonde kid, like me. But he was really short. He-he look a lot like link from Legend of Zelda: Majoras Mask. Well from all of the games, just he was different.
His eyes. They were bleeding and he had a red dot for a pupil in each eye.
He noticed I was staring so he stared right back at me. I looked away only to look into the eyes of Baxter, my dog who was pleading out for help."Baxter!"I shouted. He tried to get up but every time he got on his feet, he would whimper and cry out in pain and collapse. I petted him slowly and he stopped whimpering. As I started to pick him up, I got struck with a... Piece of board or tree, I think. I collapsed onto the dew covered grass only to have landed by my knife!
Wake up! Come on I know your not dead! Don't let Baxter or yourself die! Hannah!
I was trying to get up, my head pleading for me to give up to unconscious. I refused and grabbed my knife and swung at whatever was behind me. To my surprise, I slashed at masked boy.
He grunted in frustration and held his wound. Once his paint was bearable, he tackled me and flipped me on my stomach and sat on me. "You won't do that again or you won't have that hand. Or a kidney for that matter." He spoke in his manly, rough voice of his.
I glare at him through the corner of my eye, but I turn and see the blonde boy raising a knife about a foot above Baxter. I complained about not bieng able to breathe and to my surprise, he slightly moved off of me. That was an opening for me to flip him over and grab my knife and charge and Blondie over there.
About 8 feet away, he lowered his knife closer to my dog. Every time I got close, the blade was getting closer to bax and I was worried.
What are you doing. Tackle that murderous bitch before he kills your only human companion!
I stared wide eyed as Blondie plunged the knife into Baxters throat and killed him. I held in a whimper."What's wrong, girly?" He stated. All I did was run up to him, tackle him, and try to stab him.
"YOU KILLED MY ONLY FRIEND! WHY?!?! I AM PISSED BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONLY PERSON THAT UNDERSTOOD ME BESIDES MY PARENTS, YOU BITCH! ARE YOU A MURDERER? BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, THAN KILL ME ALREADY!" I screamed in his ear. Masked boy decided that it was enough and he began stabbing my stomach repeatedly and it really hurt. But if I showed pain, they would stop. So all I did was laugh at my pain.
I did get knocked out eventually from blood loss. But man, it was worth it! I loved that kind of pain.
Michael?
Yes?
Am I dead?
I wish. But sadly, no.
Fuck. ~(°^°~)
He just chuckles at my silliness.
- hey guys, I hoped you guys liked my first chapter and I will be posting at night only on weekdays. Some days I will post in the afternoon. Peace out my little CUTE KILLERS! I hope you guys get some fresh kill.(means I hope you guys have a good time in school, that is, if you have school).
-Zzombie ^ω^
