Karma's Captives

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She decides; why not just take down people who decided to hurt her? She still has many people to go, but why not? There's no going back to her normal life now; she already killed her family. She has no one left, no reason to continue. She can't help but to think of the figure that caught her, watched her kill the therapist. The very thought of blood made her tremble with sick desire. Then that figure crossed her mind; what was it? Who was it? She would choose her next victim carefully, maybe this time she wouldn't get caught. She picked the man that broke her heart. As she walked into the all-too-familiar house, she had flashbacks of the good times in their relationship. She almost started crying, but no. no one would ever treat her like this again. She walked slowly into the room, and shed a single tear at the sight of him and another girl on his bed, the same one he had loved her on. She yanked her knife out of the pocket of her bloodstained hoodie, and every time he called the woman's name, she felt sicker. The woman tilted her head towards her, and went wide eyed. She then looked past her, and she screamed. Karma looked at what she was looking at, and she never felt more... alive. With a Chelsea smile carved into his face, burnt eyelids, and ashen skin with his dark hair, he looked like the man of her best dreams. He looked at her, winked, and walked to the girl, yanking her out from under the man. She would have screamed, but she was paralyzed with fear. Karma turned her attention back on the man, and he finally recognized her. His eyes went very wide. "You crazy bitch" he said, breathless. She just smiled an almost impossibly wide smile. She let out a small snicker. "You have no idea, punkin." She said, and her voice was not only raspy, it sounded like more than one of her was speaking at once. This terrified him, and he froze in fear. She picked him up with ease, and laid him on the floor, her knife slowly carving into his spine. He winces in pain, and she uses her legs to pin his arms down. She looked at him maniacally, dragging the knife down his torso as he whispers, begging for his life. She pushed on the knife harder, and terror was in his eyes. It made her sickeningly happy. She plunged it into his torso, dragging it upward into his chest, then, as he was bleeding out, drifting away, she laughed. "Good night, hunny." The girl was screaming to no end. At least, she tried to. Her eyes were filled with tears as whoever this guy was covered her mouth and held his own knife to her throat. He looked at her, with a weird look, then looked at the girl struggling in his grasp. He said, "Go to sleep" and slowly slit her throat. They both watched the life drain from her, slowly. She waved, and as the girl's eves were fading, she said, "Goodnight, hunny." She went limp. As she was smiling, she noticed the figure staring at her. She looked at him in return, and she noticed that he was... turning? His black, shaggy hair turned neater, he was still pale, but not AS pale, and that Chelsea smile faded like it was never there. What she saw was the most beautiful creature in existence. His face turned red, and she noticed that when he blushed, his eyes turned a light green. She didn't notice how her mouth dropped open a little bit, and he got up. "Wait" she said, "What's your name?"

"Jeff" he said, his back still turned to her. He looked at her one last time, longer tan he was supposed to, and ran off into the night.