Broken

Chapter 3

I'll admit it, in the beginning I killed for nothing. I was bored out of my mind, and I no longer had anyone to talk to, resulting in my immediate insanity. I did everything to appease my ever growing boredom, but nothing would work, and I just kept coming back to the memory of murder's amazing rush. It was overwhelmingly satisfying, the taking of another's life, and I found that I craved it. My broken mind craved the destruction of others.

So I began my body count. I killed girls that I personally found annoying, and some that were from other schools, just to divert suspicion. I died my hair a light pink and started wearing it up in pigtails, making myself look even more innocent. I became bubbly and cute, and I was everyone's friend. Around this time I started marking my victims, carving a heart into each of their cheeks, and gradually the calling card became the mark of a serial killer named Crimson Blood, because of how much blood was always left at the crime scene. Creative naming, I know. Never the less, I loved the ability to do things under a name that no one could ever really track. The anonymity of it was almost as amazing as the rush. But overtime, that got boring as well. I had no real reason to kill, and that was what annoyed me about it. There wasn't really a way for me to fix that however, so I just kept doing what I was doing, sometimes throwing in a few new things into the murder to mislead the police. Soon I was back to dying from boredom. It was then that I met him. The one that changed everything.

Kari.

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How long ago was that? I was still waiting for people to appear, and had gotten lost in thought. A year? Two? Honestly I can't remember the exact date, maybe when-

"I guess you're the first one here."

I looked up in the direction of the voice, and saw the speaker. A man stood a few yards away from my pedestal, eating a golden apple. The moment I saw him, anger boiled up from nowhere. A voice that wasn't my own echoed through my head, filling it with one word. Over and over and over again. Blue. I calmed myself down and responded.

"And where is here exactly?" He looked up at me and smiled. "All in good time. So tell me, what's your name?"

The voice that had filled my head earlier spoke again. Don't trust him. Say something that might annoy him, you seem pretty good at that. I've been looking through your memories, and I have to say; I'm not entirely sure that you're sane. But I have found that being witty got you here, so you had better use that to your advantage. I trusted this voice, for some strange reason, and I did what it told me to do.

"Apparently my name is Crimson Blood."

"Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, what is your name?"

"I just told you my name, idiot," he flinched at those words, " it's Crimson Blood."

"No, I meant your name in your world," I smiled, This is going to be much more fun than I thought!

"Oh, who ever said I wasn't from here? Because that is my name, and you had better believe it," I took a chance, "Blue."

"H-How? There's no way you're from here! I made sure of it during the shift-" Then he realized how much he just told me. His face changed from confusion to rage, and his sky blue hair seemed to sway, despite the fact that no wind was blowing. "Well, well. You're the first person who got that much information out of me. I don't know how you knew that my name was Blue, but I don't care. The others are coming soon, and we wouldn't want them knowing who you were right off the bat, now would we, Kitiania Corela."

"What?" This time my eyes were the ones that burned with rage. I burned that name with my mother, and no one has heard it since. That was six years ago, when I was eight. He looked at me expectantly, as if he thought that I was going to explode with anger. So I decided to shock him again.

I started to laugh.