(K this is just a short story I did for school and now I'm sharing it here)
-Hello. My name is---- HELP! Oh no! Not YOU!
Really? You want to listen to her talk about how horrible I am and how the world would be a better place without little ol' me? Well, that's unfair. So sit down and shut up! I think people want to hear my side of the story.
Firstly: Who am I? Well, if you don't know that then obviously you haven't been in Renoir City for long. I am Alexandria DuMort. ‘Killer extraordinaire.’ I've been terrorizing the rotten Renoir City since the age of twelve. Of course, I've also been sent to RavenLark Asylum (because of that hero I just knocked out) since the age of fourteen. I'm considered insane -but really who is truly sane anymore?
Secondly: What do I look like? Like I should be on a beach not stuck in a pink, dank, sewer. I have blonde hair streaked with hot pink and black. I have jade green eyes and a wicked sharp wit. My outfit is simple: Black combat boots with pink buckles, thick black tights underneath of pink shorts, and a black cut up tank top with a pink one underneath. My mask -Oh my mask. A beautiful pink and black domino mask. It is simply indescribable. My hair is pulled so that a part is up, and the other part is down, in the upper part there are blade-edged hair ties and poisoned bobby pins. Black gloves with poison shooters in one glove and knock out gas in the other. Oh! I almost forgot my leather. I also wear a leather jacket. Yes. Real leather. Not some fake stuff that’s more 'animal friendly'. What-ever.
Thirdly: The reason? I kill because I can. I want to destroy this ugly place named Renoir City and rebuild it in my image. There's no reason that the likes of you should know. I'm the scum of Renoir City, and I like it. With me so far? You’d better be.
So, our story starts in a pink sewer under the disgusting, rotten, humongous shell of a place called Renoir City…
“Cat Girl! Get me a map of the City!”
Cat girl is my loyal hench-woman. She’s great at getting things fast for me.
“Yes ma’am. Very well your evil-ness.”
Oh but that voice. If only I could get rid of her vocal chords so I won’t have to hear that grating, high-pitched, whiny voice every single day echoing off of these cavernous walls. Argh!!!
Anyways, I had just decided to destroy the city… again. This time I had chosen to place enough C-4 under Timea Rene’s house (mansion) to explode half of Renoir City.
If you don’t know who Timea Rene is- which you probably don’t- she’s the hero of this story. I hate her! She’s always ruining my carefully laid plans. The last one involved a statue of the mayor made of TNT- it took a WEEK to make! I mean honestly! Now, back to the story!
As I was saying before I was interrupted; I was going to blow up the city with C-4. Hehehehehe C-4… so, I began placing as much C-4 as possible under Timea Rene’s house. There is a very nice, large sewer running underneath, that she doesn’t even know about.
-Well, didn’t know about.
SHUT UP ME! THIS IS MY NARRATION!
-Fine.
Once the entire sewer was filled with C-4, I set up a timer for 4 hours. In hindsight I should have set it for a shorter time, like 1 hour. Because Timea Rene is kind of smart and stuff, and I had sent threatening text messages saying I was gonna blow her up.
Although, after 12 hours I kind of got concerned that something went wrong… I rushed over to the sewer and all the C-4 was gone.
“Timea!!!”
