Introduction.

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My name is Lucy Erickson and this is a story of life and death. Where survival is instinct and maybe also a reason for the deaths in my life. I'm the only one left in my family and I'm scared to have a child because I'm not going to kill them too. I know that something follows me everywhere but I can never see it. I know its there but it won't show itself to me. "Hello spirit, what are we doing today?" I say while searching for my locket. A book flew across the room and opened on the stand beside me. I looked and I seen a name. *Ellen Stewart.* "So its a murdering day today?" The book slammed closed while a door opened I knew which door it was because only they open it. It was my hunting closet. I found the locket and put my shoes on. I walked over and seen that my bow and arrows were missing. "Okay spirit. So I don't need those or what." The spirit throws them at me and I put them on my back. I then go into a transformation and I'm a cat this time. I used my senses and told the spirit to give me the directions. A scent appeared in my nose and followed the smell. It took me a half an hour to find her but I was successful. I looked around for an advantage point and when I found one I used my cat abilities to climb to the point. I went back into my human form and grabbed my bow and arrows. I took a steady aim and made the arrow fly. It hit her right in the temple once she died the arrow evaporated. I went back into my cat form and left the scene. I headed back home and went back to being human. "You know I hate killing people right." I said and the spirit threw another book at me and it read 'Get used to it.' "When will you actually talk to me and show me who you are." 'When your ready Lucy.' "Not fair Spirit you can use my name but I have to call you spirit." I said that and I got scratched. "Fine." I said and put the heirloom on the table. "I am going for a walk so don't wait up." I said and grabbed my butterfly knife. I folded it and put it in my pocket. During my walk I heard a few citizens talking about my recent kill. I always avoid the crowds because its easier but then again I'm always a suspect if I don't go over. Its stupid but I don't like people or the noise not only that but after my first three kills I've learned that sometimes it's good to say away from those types of areas because if you so too much emotion you get questioned same with the less emotion you show. No matter what if your at the scene you will get questioned so I just glanced and moved on. I mean I did get questioned a few times but all I need is the heirloom and I get away with it. Plus the cops in my town are pathetic they only catch a prep when they confess but hey somehow the new captain is training a new detective and they will be assigned to my chain of murders.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 21, 2018 ⏰

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