Knives and Scars: The Last Kill (Creepypasta X Killer!reader)

~17~ Dead End

(Payn's PoV)

"They want information about the other dimensions out there, more importantly a child." I try to wiggle out of the ties on my limbs, wanting to stretch. I sigh in defeat, deciding on where to start my so called story.

"As a little girl, I grew up in a peaceful life; Perfect family, perfect school and grades, perfect friends...everything was perfect. Too perfect." I hesitate as I gulped. "In the place where I lived, everything went my way. When I wanted to ace a test, I did. When I wanted to do something, I succeeded...When I wanted my parents dead, they killed themselves." I sigh, remembering how my dad sliced his own neck with a knife and how my mom bashed her head on a wall.

"After their deaths, the perfect facade of a system I called my life broke down. It was a simulation, made by this man called Eaden Case." I shiver, remembering a memory of how he had died. "Eaden...was a bounty hunter. No one important, at first. Until he told me how I ended up in that simulation that he had controlled."

"How?" Nina tilts her head, curious.

"I was a stillborn child. The child of one of Eaden's targets. He pitied me, started doing some occult crap on me; which worked by the way. I was neither human nor dead - undead if you could call it that." I chuckle once at how messed up my life is. "He put me in a machine to eradicate the guilt he felt. He always had a soft spot for kids." I muttered the last part as I continue. "I had no choice but to stay with him - he was like a brother to me. Now being undead, I practically saw and heard souls, parasitic demons and these creatures - they called themselves mourning spirits that took a host and fed on varies, humans. An angel, a reaper and a maestro." None of them seemed familiar with these terms, maybe they haven't encountered one yet. "Anyways, how did this all happen? I was on a job with Eaden, hunting a child. I drew my knife and charged at the child, only to be stopped by Eaden. With him in front of me, my knife tore through his skin - right through his abdomen. The child ran."

"What happened to Eaden?" LJ asked immediately.

"What else? I killed him, I made him into a mourning spirit." I rolled my eyes, disappointed that he didn't put the pieces together and that I had to say it out loud.

"The child?" LJ mentions the child and I look down.

"I never did see him again for the past centuries. My theory? He reincarnated as one of the pastas. I just need to know who it is."I squint my eyes, still full of rage and dedication to finish the job. If it weren't for your heart for humans, Eaden, I would've finished it. You would've still lived.

"What will you do if you find-"I cut Nina off. "I'll kill him. Just as I was destined to do. Just as my job told me to do."

"And you said they wanted information about...a child? Was it that same child?" Nina asked as she glanced at Death Note, who was just listening. I forgot he was here.

"Yes."I nod.

"Why would they want a child?" LJ looks at Nina then to me.

"That child...holds the power to open up doorways to different dimensions, I'm assuming Zalgo wants to conquer all." I instantly sensed something behind me and before I could open my mouth to say so a blade pierces my chest and I gasp for air. As I look at the blade, I slowly realize it was Blood's scythe.A slow clap faded in my ears, behind me. "Crap." I coughed out. I feel a pull on the blade as the air around me started to get thinner.

"Well...you finally gave in." Blood giggled as she walks to my side and looks me in the eye then looks to Nina then LJ then Death Note. "Thank you, everyone. Now," Blood grasps her scythe and puts a hand on my cheek. "I have a child to find." With that said she pulls her scythe out, along with my soul. And just like that, my fate has been sealed. I was put in the place I should've been in from the beginning - in the hands of death.

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Short chapter BUT HEY PROGRESS XD