Okay, so some of you have read my other Masky story, and I regret to inform you that I deleted it. I know, I know, some of you really liked that story, but sadly I didn't. It wasn't my best work. Pretty mediocre in fact. So to make up for it, I'm writing a much better story and I'll update it twice this week. Happy? If you're not, then oh well. It is what it is. So again I'm sorry and please enjoy!
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Chapter 1
I sat in the "cozy" therapy chair, waiting to finally leave.
You're probably asking yourself right now,"Therapy? Is there something wrong with you or something?" Well, no. At least not by my standards. I'm a killer, and killers should have a little of an anger issue problem right? Anyway, the reason I'm in this Godforsaken place, is because of that stupid little girl. She wouldn't stop bothering me and there were a lot of people around due to the fact we were in a park. I couldn't just kill her there on the spot, so I ripped the head off of her teddy bear and threw it as far away as I could.
The therapist eyed me silently. Judging me. He sighed,"So, Izzy, just let me ask.Why?"
"She had it coming! She kept asking me to play with her, and it annoyed the crap out of me." I growled.
He was about to say something, but I cut him off before he could speak,"My time is up now, so I'll be going." I said gazing at the clock.
"Fine, but next week I want some answers."
"Yes sir." I replied with sarcasm flowing in my tone. I grabbed my bag and swung the door open.
A young girl stood up before me,"Ready to go?"she asked eagerly. Yep, that was my younger sister, Libby. She's pretty young compared to me I guess. she's 17 and I'm 22.
"Yes, but I don't understand why you had to come with me."I sighed.
"Because, if something or someone ticks you off, you go crazy. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen."she replied cooly.
"Whatever, I can control myself." I grumbled walking passed her.
She quickly scrambled to follow close behind me. "So how was it?" she asked curiously.
"Freaking annoying. If I had to sit there and here him ask the same question one more time, I think I actually would've killed him."
"See, this is why I'm here, Sis." she chirped.
"Mhmm."
"I like your hair." she smiled wildly.
She says that because of my random selection of hair coloring that I switch up every month. I tried something different. I dyed it a mix of pink,blue, and blonde. "Yea, me too, I think I might keep it this way." I smirked. Now why me, a killer, wear bright vibrant colors for clothes and in my hair? Well, good question. I like to see the horrified victims that look at my cheery colors become confounded and surprised by me having the ability to kill them with the snap of my fingers. It's truly priceless.
When we finally got to our house we instantly went our separate ways. she sat down in the living room to watch tv and I stepped upstairs and fell into the depths of the room.
My parents aren't here because Libby and I live together without them. Also, it would be pretty pathetic to be my age, out of college and still living with my parents.
For Libby, she gets homeschooled by the one and only....me. Whoop whoop. I homeschool her the same reason she came to the therapist with me. You never know when you're gonna snap and mutilate teddy bear...or a person.
"Izzy! What's for dinner?" Libby called from downstairs.
Ugh, we have no food."I'll go get stuff from the store." I groaned falling off my bed.
I trudged out the door after grabbing my bag and started down the street. As I was walking down a good sized hill, a strong amount of pressure pushed me off my feet. I tumbled down the hill nicking myself with small rocks as I rolled.
When I reached the bottom, you could imagine I was pretty angry."Someone's gonna die." I mumbled sitting up.
I checked my arms and legs for bad scratches or wounds, and I noticed a huge gash on my left shin. "Oh, someone's gonna die slow." I growled standing up and looking around for someone to claim their prize.
Straight forward, at the top of the hill, a man stood there, cocking his head. He held a blade in his hand that he pulled from his orange jacket. His jacket had an assortment of pockets and no hood to be found. A strange mask laid upon his face. White, but black feminine lips, black eyebrows in the position they would be in if someone was surprised, and black rims around eyes. The color of them, I couldn't make out.
"So, you wanna play with me huh?" I asked giving him my trademark crazed smile.
He raced down the hill at an incredible speed that even I had to admire. His brown messy hair flapped wildly while his jacket mimicked it's motions.
He got his knife ready so he could swing. I pulled the switchblade I kept in my bag for emergencies and blocked him. With this little knife against his, there was no way I could take him.
A small scoff was heard through his mask,"I don't play little girl games."
"Really, pushing me down a hill isn't a little girl game?" I said narrowing my eyes. I pushed his knife off of mine making him stumble back.
He didn't answer.
"Who are you anyway?" I asked sighing.
"Maksy."
"Izzy. Pleasure to meet you. Not really." I gave him a fake grin and stuck my hand out for comedic effect.
"You're funny...but that can get in the way with what you really should be focussing on!" his voice accelerated with every word he said as he swung his knife at my stomach.
I pulled myself back and the tip of the blade grazed me. I flipped my head down to my stomach that revealed a large cut in my neon dress and a small scratch.
"You're pretty good, but you should never let your guard down for petty scratches." he said thrusting his leg out, knocking me to the ground.
He sat on top of me and pressured his knife to my neck.
"That was almost fun." he remarked pushing the knife harder. I felt a stream of blood trickle slowly down my neck.
"T-Teach me." I stuttered.
"What?"
"Teach me to be as good as you."
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