You're an asshole (Ticcimask)

Day Eight : Failure (Continued?)

"There's been a mass slaughter over the past week. 93 confirmed murders that are suppo-" Jordan turned off the radio and pulled out her machete, turning it over in her hands. She sat in the window of some kids treehouse and waited for the whore to leave; Her ex's sister. It was more than once that she caught them having sex. She had been watching her for a while now. Every night at 1 am, she would leave the house to take a 'client.' She would take him into the treehouse and do whatever he paid for. It was always a different guy. She decided to do the world a favor and get rid of her. "Hey babe." "Josh, I told you. We're siblings, don't fucking call me that. I'm only doing this because you paid. Besides, are you sure this is a good idea? Y'know, with the crazy ex on the loose?" "Relax, it'll be quick." "Whatever you say." Jordan hid behind a pile of old kids' toys. The sound of pants being unbuckled startled her. "Oh fuck..." she tired to ignore the moans as she checked outside. "Oh fuck! Stop!" "I'm just getting started..." "No, I- I heard something!" As the two looked out one corner of the window, she quickly moved behind them. "It's n-" Jordan stabbed Josh in the chest." "HOLY F-" Suddenly she fell
to the ground. "She's up there." She moved away from the window. "What's the plan? Shoot and run?" She jumped down from the treehouse and stood in front of the three boys. "Oh my god." Masky and hoodie continued arguing. "Guys." "-but it'd draw people!" "GUYS!" "WHAT?" Masky and Hoodie stared at Jordan. "Told you." "Who are you?" Toby shook her hand. "I'm Toby!" "Toby what the fuck." Jordan raised her machete and pointed it at Masky. "You can kill me, just burn my wring if you do." Her voice was raspy and dry, bearing a thick northeastern accent. Hoodie looked at masky, then at Jordan. "Why?" "To be quite honest, I don't know." Masky shrugged. "Fine by me." Masky aimed his pistol at Jordan and pulled the trigger. "MASKY NO-"

Jordan stared at the youngest boy laying on the ground. "I didn't mean to..." She huffed and grabbed the kid. "Let's go." "We're not taking you with us." "LET'S GO!" Hoodie pointed in the direction of the mansion. "Try to ke-" He watched as she sprinted far ahead of him. "What the hell..."

Masky swung the door open and ran to the infirmary. "This way!" Jordan ran in the direction of the masked man, occasionally looking over at the people watching her. "BEN, who's that?" "I don't know, stay close." She gulped and continued running. "Lay him down here." She put the kid on the operating table and watched as a gray skinned lady walked in. "Listen, I know you hate me but please help him!" The masked boy pleaded with the grey girl. "You should probably sit out here..." The hooded man pulled her to what seemed to be a living room. "Guys, this is Jordan..." Jordan waved. After a few minutes, a young girl ran up to her. "Do you want to play dress up?" "Uh... Sure." Sally pulled her up the stairs.

Jordan looked around nervously as she was brought to the young girl's room. "I'll be the princess!" Jordan smiled. "Yes m'lady." As Jordan said this, the young girl's eyes lit up.

Jordan looked at the doorway as the hooded man walked in. "Well someone's having fun." Jordan smiled and bit her lip. "We can't let people know of this place, so it's really your choice of what you want to do now. Jordan looked at the young girl sitting before her. Kill them. Escape. "No..." Hoodie held Jordan's hand. "It's alright, you're safe here." Don't believe him! "I..." Jordan looked up at the hooded and and cried. "What's wrong?" "T-the voices..." Suddenly, she nodded her head. "Yeah, I'll stay." The hooded man looked at her in confusion. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I just... Yeah."

Toby reached to open his door, only to hear a guitar and some singing. "...I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations, oh I-"
He opened the door slowly, unsure of who it was. "Hey uhh, this is my r-room. I don't wanna m-make you leave but." Toby looked down at Jordan as she took a shot of vodka. "What the hell?"

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