Steelie and Myers

Chapter 1

   Cheyenne had been walking around for nearly an hour when she found herself in a quiet neighborhood. Walking down the roads of the neighborhood till she came across a house that had their curtains open; she peeked inside, the lights were off but the parlor was lit up by moonlight, two teenagers locked in a heated embrace stumbled into the room. Cheyenne had spotted her first victims.
 
  She crept around the perimeter of the house in search of an open side door or back door. She didn't find either but did find an open window which seemed to be attached to a dining room. She climbed through and analyzed her surroundings. In front of her was a dining table that seated six chairs. To the front and right was a door that would lead into the kitchen where Cheyenne was headed. In the kitchen she quietly opened drawers in search of a new knife. She pulled one drawer out too quickly causing it to squeak against the hollow of the cabinet it was attached to.
"Shit!", she silently mouthed to herself. She stopped and listens for the teens over in the next room. Nothing. With the coast clear she looked at the drawer. Just what she was looking for a basic kitchen knife that looked to have ben sharppend recently.
After picking up the knife and carefully closing the drawer she made her way to the entrance of the parlor. She crept up behind the couch they were eating eachother's faces on and stared at them before moving to the darkest corner in the room. It concield every part of her except her large glasses.

  She surveyed her surroundings once more before picking up a knick-knack that was placed on the mantel beside her and throwing it at the wall behind herself hoping that the noise would make it seem like it was thrown from behind the two hormoneal zombies on the couch. They immediately stopped macking on each other to glance around the room.

"What was that?", the girl asked her baby blue eyes widened with surprise and fear.

"I dunno...", replied the horny boy who had been trying to get into the poor girls pants all week.

He brushed blonde hairs away from her face,"I'm sure it was probably nothin' , Jane."

"But, Steve, it sounded so close to us",he voice was fear full ,"couldn't you just check to see what it was?", she pleaded with him.

The boy rolled his big brown eyes and huffed before replying," fine, but I'm telling you it was probably nothing."

Cheyenne readied herself. She made sure her gloves would stay on correctly and moved any stray hairs from her line of vison.

The boy got up and started making his way over to the fireplace where the noise had come from. As hell neared it he noticed something.

"You didn't tell me you wore glasses...",he spoke.

"That's because I don't....no one in my house wears glasses....",she replied her growing fear evident in her voice.

"Then who's the fu-,"he started but was interrupted with a slice to the throat. The boy choked and spat for a second before failing backwards.

  The blood on Cheyenne's knife had brought back a feeling of excitement in her that she hasn't felt in a while. However she disnt let this show on her face.

 The girl screamed at the top of her lungs before scrambling up off of the couch and on to her feet only to trip over a coffee table. Cheyenne took this opportunity to grab the girl by the back of her head and repeatedly ram her knife into her back. Blood splattered her face and coated her gloves and knife. She allowed herself a small smile before setting down the girls head leaving out the front door.

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Author's Note
The picture is of Cheyenne. The art is mine. Updates will not be consistent. I'll simply update when I have the will to do so. Hope you like. ;o)