Noblesse in Slender Mansion

Chapter I

Chapter I

In the midst of the earsplitting noise of the sleepless city, was a man running for his life.

His clothes were ripped, a long gash of wound crawling on his stomach, blood pooling out desperately like rivers. A tear fell from his eyes as he muttered poisonous profanities from his lips.

He only came to the bar for a drink--and well, to bang a good looking woman. Luckily, his luck was on his side as a woman in a lovely dress approached him with a seductive smile.

She was so beautiful, her lovely warm intoxicating demeanor made him ignite in lust. She was a sweet-talker alright, and he helplessly fell deeply into her trap.

Now how the fuck was he supposed to know that the woman wanted to kill him instead of wanting to have a good sexy night with him?

"Come here babe! It's gonna be fun!" She screamed behind him, a scream that sounded so insane and unforgiving.

His stomach began to feel awful as more blood oozed out, the man gripped his wound to prevent it from flowing.

"Oh? Losing a lot of blood already? Now that's just boring," she said behind him, he was running for his life--'cause he actually is. She was just behind him, holding that sick huge scythe in her hands.

Why the fuck would she use a scythe?! That's fucking scary! The man stumbled upon the garbage bags and fell, he groaned and hurriedly stood up and ran again, she began to laugh so loud.

"That was epic! Did you see yourself? You look so hopeless!" She screamed again, she sounded so amused at his misery, like a shark-whale who decided to play with its prey before eating it whole.

The piteous man ran and ran and ran. He made a turn to left, another turn to right trying to lose her, but he just can't. How can he escape? He was starting to lose his strength, everything's becoming numb, and the man doesn't know where to go. He's never been here before at all.

He took a left again, her laughs echoed through the walls eerily. The man's breath hitched and he suddenly found it hard to breath. The sight in front of him made his stomach churn awfully.

A dead end..

She giggled, and giggled and then her giggles turned into laughter. The blade of her scythe made a noise as she scraped it against the wall.

The wounded man coughed profusely and blood came out from his mouth.

The poor man fell on the ground, gagging and vomiting with blood. She looked down at him, a wide smile sprawled on her lips. She raised her scythe, its blade shimmered under the moon. She laughed again, muttering the last words that the unfortunate man will ever hear.

"What lovely night for a lovely kill.. one hell you go, darling~" she whispered, before slamming down the scythe into his head. A sudden pang of pain he felt, then everything went blank.

______

She softly touched her face, then noticed something sticky. The bloody woman took a tissue and wiped her face clean, the red liquid transferred on the white cloth.