A short story recalling the events of Nicole Autry's very first kill.
The cool wind pulls through raven black hair, the moon reflecting in the blue eye of a girl who's changing everything forever.
The buildings soon tower over her figure, leaving a mysterious shadow that would make any eagle-eyed creature swipe a second glance. A man walks on over, looking the young up and down; it makes her want to throw up all over the vial man, even that would help the gross smell radiating off of him. He follows her down, no matter where she walks, no matter how many corners, no matter how fast.
He turns the corner again but is shocked to see nothing, not a soul. The cool breeze ceased, all sound had ceased, and the girl had ceased.
A small sound is heard like something is slicing the wind that's non-existent, something that is coming for him in the pale moonlight.
He doesn't spin on his heel fast enough, and gets tackled down. There's the girl, that same girl with the luring make-up and clothes, now dawning a luring blue mask. The gold flecks are the brightest things on her outfit, and the glint of her necklace is captivating. He grabs at the fabric from her sweater, making an awful attempt at self-defense, only managing a small chunk of the clothing item to fall off.
She's gonna make this count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Ten.
Twelve.
Twenty.
All in the heart, in the heart that is so poisoned by a disgusting lust for young girls like herself. Her ninja themed weapons slowly carved a straight, elegant line down the center of his throat, beautiful rubies springing out onto her. The creature is leaning against the wall as the symbol of love is drawn over the top, dripping onto his head.
The girl leans back on the wall, spinning her weapon around, and letting the beautiful gems to slip off onto nearby objects. It starts off as a steady breath before she slowly begins to laugh, and laugh, and smile, and laugh. Someone rounds the corner, but she quickly ran away and laughed harder.
She could get used to this.
YOU ARE READING
The Whiteridge Killers
ФанфикThis is a collection of stories about the characters of a cosplay tag I created with friends, called #KillerKult. These are their stories. BUM BUM.
