Crimson, the 'bestest' color. ~Laughing Jack Love Story~

Killing in Style

Nat's shoes made a light clicking sound from the heel as she walked through the rain. Two trusty hacksaws rested by Natalie's hips as she continued her pursuit.

'My pursuit of prey' Whispered Natalie as she clicked her tongue a bit. Her onyx hair was covering her twisted psychotic eyes. Yet she could sense. She could smell, her victim was bleeding from the previous wound she managed to land on him. Her black shoes made more clicks before the scent of blood got stronger.

Her face contorted and formed a twisted demonic smile as she turned the corner. Only to face a surprising sight.

Her chase filled to the brim with sugary sweets. His organs lied next to him no story to tell. Nat's pupils flicked across the petite area. Trying to search the for the one who didn't know that this was her terf, and she wasn't willing to share. To get a better view she lifted her moistened hair, revealing her dull green eyes. Her hair and eyes were a very peculiar combo. Most people on first glance assumed she was some sort of person of Asian decent until they met her green eyes. Usually her eyes were bright and vibrant, but when a kill was involved they looked dull and almost, soulless.

Her crazed smile began to fade a bit, realizing there was no more 'fun' and she'd have to look for another target. Immediately her mind shot to the person who did make a, dare she say it, masterpiece. She couldn't help but admire their brutal work and effort. She wanted to 'edit' it in a few ways though. She didn't like how the metallic liquid mixed with that rain. The wanted it to dilute more into it. She wanted it to seem like what she thought 'The Red Sea' looked like.

She began hacking away at the previously alive corpse. She reduced the intestines to what reminded her of chicken fingers. Blood poured out from the veins that she disrupted. She poked at the body with her fingers a bit. That's when Nat realized the body was still warm.

'The attacker must be fucking around my territory then.' Nat said before she violently pivoted around and surveyed the area. She looked down a bit at the body.

'I can't help it.' She thought before bending down, and the twenty eight year old Natalie couldn't help it. She was addicted to it. This was her version of chocolate practically.

She looked at one of the messed up intestines then back at the torso. The main display. She shoved her face into the partially heated torso. She lapped up some blood from it.

The metallic liquid drizzled down her throat which sent her into a crazed frenzy of flavors.

She needed more, but she thirsted for something else.

The attacker

She turned around to begin her little petty 'hunt' but was interrupted.

"You really are a sick little bastard." She turned towards where she heard the gruff voice.

The owner of the voice was a feminine masked male? He was in a orange sweater.

"So, you're that little ignorant asshole?" Nat retorted harshly before getting up.

"Never thought a cross dressed male could be capable of such~" Natalie cooed, before rolling her tongue over her pale teeth.

The male charged and Nat held out one of her hacksaws, the blade pointing towards him.

'Three, two, one-'

No contact was made. Instead Natalie was pulled by her legs and face planted onto the pool of blood. Her legs were being held towards her back, a very, well, uncomfortable position. Nat was practically choking on the liquid she loved the most. She was gagging, but fought like a banshee. She swung her arms upwards causing a pop from the appendages. The male was forced to let go or a very sharp blade would have met his mask, then his face. Nat quickly got up as fast as she could causing a sharp click from her heels. She then proceeded to practically drop kick the masked male. The sharp heels hit him into the stomach, causing him to lurch backwards.

"Hmm? Never met a woman's heels?~" Natalie cooed in his ear before putting her saw to his neck.

Just then, something or someone wrapped around Nat's waist with their arm. They grabbed at her arms which eventually made her drop her only defense. The feminine masked one proceeded to grab the fallen blades and shuffle out of Natalie's view. Nat's body fought around violently, she was wasting her energy bit by bit.

"Hmm? Never met a man's teammate?~" A voice rang out, she swung her head to the side and headbutted the person. Who revealed to be the masked one. The grip on Nat tightened, it felt like it was crushing her ribs.

A creature seemed to step from the shadows a bit. It revealed to be a monochrome crown.

"Well shit this got real." She joked which caused her to cackle a bit. She really didn't fear death, after all, Nat had nothing else to live for.

"Masky, Hoodie, why so petty?~ She was just enjoying my beautiful work of imagination!~" The monochrome clown cooed before releasing a raven and white spiraled tongue.

"Now let go of her, it isn't very gentlemanly." The clown said before taking a few steps closer.

The monochrome feathery padding ruffled a bit as he did. The two proxies quickly obeyed, though Jack wasn't their rightful authority. A few over 'things' appeared until there was a crowd. One had a pale white leathery scarred face. The thing had a smile, which made Nat smile. There was a male in a greenish hoodie with some blond hair sticking out. There was a male with no eyes, just pitch black bleeding sockets. There were much more, but you couldn't really get a good look of them till you felt something hard hit you on the back of the head.

A crowbar