Zero

Chapter 3: Correction, absolutely insane.

"Thank you all for coming here tonight!" I exclaim, walking forwards so that I can greet my fans. Instead of shouting, or screaming my name, they mumble and lumber forward. I dodge one of them as she tries to bite me, and she falls to the floor. I turn to glare at her for a moment before turning back to the others.

"She's going to die out there" I hear a female voice sigh.

"Woah" I hear another (male) voice say.

"Why do you hate me?" I question my fans. They don't answer. I look down to see that I have what looks like an ipod in my hands. I look back up at my fans. "Oh. Yeah. That's right. Tonight, I'm giving out some very special gifts. First one is this thing!" I shout, before pressing the 'home' button and throwing the device into the cluster of people. Immediately, it starts to blast music – my music. That captures the attention of my fans and soon most of them are running after it. Once they begin fighting over it – and trying to eat it- it explodes, sending fan shrapnel my way. I stand there, motionless as body goop covers me. "So...that's what those do. Cool." I say, before I'm being swarmed by fans again – only this time they look a bit angry. Probably because I killed their friends. Oops.

"I have more gifts for you!" I sing, before grabbing my handguns from my belt and shooting, "Eat lead, bitches!"

"She's absolutely insane" I hear someone whisper.

My fans groan as I lodge bullets into their bodies. My aim is slightly off, but that's probably because I drank a little bit of that stuff. My mouth pulls into a frown when I realize that I'm out of ammunition. Damn. Throwing my two guns to the side (and hitting two fans in the process) I pull out an ax from a thing on my back. With that, I begin slashing at my fans.

"Why did you have to take them?" I question bitterly, slicing the head off of one, "Why did you have to kill them?" I feel a few tears run down my face. I'm soon snapped out of my crying state by a fan tackling me to the ground from behind. Shit. Taking in a deep breath of air, I wiggle my way around so that I am facing them, before pushing them off of me and beheading them.

Before I know it, my body is acting while my mind is standing still and watching. Blood is my coat. My pants and shirt are both saturated in the red-ish substance. I can taste my own blood in my mouth. I can feel the scratches all over my arms and the one on my face. I can do nothing about any of that, though, because my body is acting on its own.

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