Make a wish. //PJM AU//

Diary entry 3.

11th May

//Start

Victim #8. Rania

Time of death. 11:11

Reason of death.
I sensed her dark soul, she has hurt people, killed them, I felt like I should play the role of karma here.

Cause of death. Hung from the fan, Initials P.J.M craved on her wrist.
It felt good to mark her, I deserve the credit for my work.

Last words. "I didn't kill them, no! Don't, I swear I didn't hurt anybody!"
I could smell the lie from her words, liars, I hate- I loathe liars, but then again, I'm one myself.

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I was walking on the street in search of another prey, it's already been 3 days since I last killed someone and I felt like it was time to make a move, fortunately V wasn't there to stop me today.

I passed an alley and there's when I sensed her soul, dark and full of hatred. I looked to my side towards her, she looked different, and by different I mean the one where you're that damaged that it starts to show on your face. I couldn't help but smile at her.

Little did she know, for all the pain she made the others went through, she was about to experience one herself. Maybe doing something good in a bad way won't hurt. I was indeed a good person before I turned into the person I am now.

I walked towards her and tapped her on her shoulder, she turned around to face me with a annoyed look on her face. I wanted to burst out laughing when I imagined how she would be begging me for her life in some moments.

I asked to talk to her, about some 'job' and she reluctantly agreed, guess it was more of her job to kill people. But did she enjoy it like me? If she didn't then, sucks to be her.

I asked her the time and she told me that it was already 11:05. I smirked while I followed her to her apartment. It was the perfect place.

As soon as we entered I slammed her to the wall, catching her off guard. She was strong, making it more of a challenge for me and I loved challenges, because I knew I would win them somehow. I always do. She fought back but I was quick enough to tie her up while she tried her best to escape from the ropes that I thankfully took with me today.

I used another rope to tie it from the fan, making a knot and I heard her scream and shout for help but nobody was helping her today. Not today.

It was already 11:11, and I felt adrenaline rush inside me as I grinned at her who now seemed to be shedding some tears, I wish I could feel guilt towards her but I didn't. That emotion was long forgotten by me.

"Make a wish, babe." I spoke the usual but she didn't answer me. I shook my head, clearly disappointed, I expected better from her, I liked her.

"I said, make a fucking wish!" My mood changing to anger as I pulled her up, dragging her towards the rope that hung from the ceiling, and that's when she started begging me to let her go. Making my mood change again as I let out a laugh. Time was running out.

"You're no different than me." I spoke tilting my head a little as I took out a knife, suddenly some idea popping up in my head, making my eyes twinkle with excitement. And I slowly and deeply cut her skin, marking her with my name while she screamed in pain. More like a melody to my ears. Her blood gushing out as I licked her wrist, tasting her blood, not the best but it was still better than the previous ones.

"Meet me in hell, bitch." I gave her a wink as I pulled up the rope that was tied across her neck, making her choke as she struggled to breathe.

And I saw her soul leave the body, making me smile in satisfaction.

After I was done, I heard my mobile ring as I looked at the caller ID, it was V, of course.

He told me to come home, not to stay out too long. I still have no idea what is wrong with this guy, he doesn't let me enjoy my time. But I listened to him and went home.

There he lectured me about self control all over again but as soon as it was over I locked myself in my room. Finally done with my job.

PJM.

End.\\