Gore-A-Thon

|3|Umbrella

It was a very cold and rainy day. Not very many people were out.

Rihanna waited at the bus stop, a black umbrella over her head. Her curls mocked the wind as she stood waiting patiently.

She wore a black raincoat with black heels to match.

She usually didn't take the bus, but as if today she couldn't be seen in her car.

Rihanna, who prefers to be called Rih, is a serial killer who has been committing murders in her town for 8 years.

She's not just a serial killer though. On late Saturday nights she performs at a local club at the downtown center. There she's known as "Ms. Fenty" or even just Fenty alone.

She did "magic" tricks to entertain the people. Most of the magic tricks ended with a club member being brutally murdered or injured. The crowd never seemed to pay attention though, as the room was too dark and Rihanna was too slick for them to see the evil going on.

Finally, the bus had arrived, stopping at the bus stop where Rihanna stood. The bus doors opened slowly with a annoying creaking sound and Rihanna boarded the bus.

There was only one other person on the bus and that was a tall male with caramel skin and brown eyes. He sat in the back of the bus with a book in his hand, not paying any mind to Rihanna as she strolled towards the back of the bus.

He finally looks up when Rihanna takes a seat two seats away from his, closing her umbrella and setting it beside her.

The man slid a bookmark between the pages of his book, saving his place and closing the book softly. He pulls down the front of the hat he's wearing, hiding the chocolate eyes that he couldn't keep off of Rihanna.

Rihanna looked over her shoulder ever so slightly, but not completely, giving the man her glorious side profile, then facing the front of the bus again.

The man couldn't help but to move one seat closer to Rihanna. Rihanna feels him move closer, but doesn't turn around or awknolage him.

Rihanna tilts her head to the side a little, her curls shifting to one side of her coat. She starts humming softly, still not awknolaging the man.

He then moves up one more seat, directly behind Rihanna.

Rihanna still doesn't turn around, but let's out a light chuckle.

"Move any closer playboy and your gonna lose an eye," Rihanna speaks.

The man doesn't say anything but instead moves back to his original seat, frightened to even try to start a conversation with Rihanna.

The bus then stops and Rihanna gets off of the bus, tightly gripping her umbrella. The bus had stopped at the club she worked at, just in time for her shift.

Rihanna hurries inside and shoves her way through crowds of people to get to her dressing room.

She finally reached her dressing room, removing her coat and tossing it on the couch in the corner of the room.

She stood in the mirror, revealing the black lace bra and skirt she was wearing with mini diamonds all over. Her black stockings went from her feet all the way up to her knees, showing some of her thigh but not too much as the skirt covered most of it.

She grabbed a fedora from the corner of her vanity, slipping it onto her bouncy curls and tipping it down so it was covered one eye.

When she felt she was ready, she left her dressing room headed for the stage, her umbrella still in her hands.

Rihanna stood behind the curtains and waited for her cue, tapping the end of her umbrella lightly.

"Now presenting, Ms. Fenty!" The owner of the club announced on a microphone from behind the bar in the very back of the room.

Just then, the curtains flew open and the spotlight hit Rihanna viciously, making her dark brown eyes look hazel. She admires the crowd's cheering and clapping, but balls one her fists up and holds it in the air, silencing the crowd immediately.

She tapped the end of her umbrella against the stage, glancing at each and every one of the crowd members.

"Tonight I'll be doing a very, very special trick for you guys," Rihanna announced.

She swings her umbrella back and forth and paces along the stage very slowly, looking down at the people in the front row.

"It's called 'Playboy', one of my favorite tricks that I've created. And I'll make sure you guys see everything tonight," She continues.

She stops swinging her umbrella, holding it with both hands and clearing her throat, "I'm doing to swing my umbrella in the air two times," Rihanna says, "and as I do so, I was you all to take two steps forward and wait patiently," she finishes instructing.

"Do you guys understand?" She asks loudly, the crowd shouting "yes" all at once. She nods satisfyingly then turns her back to the ground and points the umbrella in the air.

She counts to three in her head then swings the umbrella in the air.

The first time around, she hears the crowd take one step. She smirks evilly.

The second time, she hears the crowd take another step. Her smirk deepens.

She then puts the umbrella down, holding it with both hands once again.

She lets out a devious giggle, looking over the shoulder towards the crowd.

"What did I tell you, playboy?" Rihanna snaps, turning completely around as the spotlight shot at the man who was sitting behind her on the bus. He nervously backed away as the crowd stared at him.

"Some people just don't know how to listen..."

Just then, Rihanna shoots her umbrella towards the man. It darts through the crowd quickly, leaving the crowd amazed.

The umbrella finally reaches the man's head, the sharp tip plunging into his eye and poking ever so slightly through the back of his head.

He drops his book, falling forward faintly. He falls face first, the bottom of the umbrella meeting the floor.

The umbrella then slides through his skull until his face is planted into the ground.

The crowd stands in shock and silence.

Suddenly, the umbrella flies open, blood splattering all over the floor and even onto some of the crowd.

"Looks like you didn't want your eye, playboy,"