The Subtle Art of Killing

Prologue

Prologue:

"Come with me, nerdy! Quick!"

"Why? What's happening , Heather?!"

"We're getting out of this creepy house! I just saw the killer stabbed one of our classmates up on the throat!"

"Did you see the killer's face?"

"I didn't see it but I'm pretty sure it's a man! Now stop asking questions and help me find a way out of here!"

Suddenly, Heather's hand was pulled back with brute force, causing her to stumble on the ground. She saw the girl standing in front of her glare at her with fury.

"Of all the people living in this world, the kind that I hate the most........ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU."

"What? Can you please stop goofing arou-"

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE DRAGGING ME WITH YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE RUNNING FROM?! WHAT IF I TELL YOU THAT I'M THE ONE WHO KILLED THAT FAT GUY? HUH!?"

"Oh, okay. If you're the killer, then I'm Princess Dian-"

Heather abruptly stopped speaking. Realisation suddenly hit her. The killer is not a man. It's a woman. And she's standing right in front of her.

"Wait, how did you know that the one that got killed a while ago is a guy? and is fat?! I didn't tell you that!" Eyes bulging, Heather is slowly backing away.

"Can't you get a hint? It's because I AM the killer, dumbass."

And with one swift stroke in the neck, another one was added to her collection. Her collection of dead bodies.

She quickly cleaned the blood-stained knife with her shirt. She took out a pink case on her back pocket that goes together with the knife and put them on top of each other. It suddenly turned into a pink comb.

"Wow, you made it pretty far for a dumb blonde bitch, huh? How rare is that?" she whispered as she messed her hair and smothered her body with the dead girl's blood. To make it even more convincing, she decided to cut her arms and legs with a broken shard of glass lying on the floor.

"5 down, 3 more to go. Heehee, this is getting pretty exciting!"

After making sure everything is ready, she ran into the hallway hysterically as if someone is chasing after her and repeatedly yelled, "Help! Someone wants to kill me, help! I don't wanna die! Help me please!"

And with that, three disheveled figures drastically showed up in front of her to "rescue" her. Unbeknownst to them, they're the ones who need to be rescued.

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A/N: Hi guys!!! So this is my first time writing this kind of genre, so I'm kinda nervous on how it'll turn out. But I hope you guys like it!

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