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(Your POV)
My shift was almost over. Being a radio host can get tiresome when you have no interviews or any special things to announce. I was free to leave once I introduced the next song. It was one of my favourites.
"Next up, 'when you're smiling' by Louis Armstrong! Enjoy your evening ladies and gentlemen." I announced as I went off air. What a night. Being a radio host doesn't get any easier than this in the 1900s.
I hummed the tune of the song playing on the radio as I exited the studio and walked into the street. At this time of night, many were heading home, leaving for dinner, or out on a night stroll. But this street was dead quiet. All you could hear was the tapping of my shoes as I walked down the sidewalk. And the footsteps of someone else, coming down the opposite way, heading towards me.
An urge came over me. I felt a rush of adrenaline.
As he stepped closer and closer, I took a pen from my pocket and clicked the tip into place and waited for him to creep closer
Once he passed close by me, I pushed him into an alley. He yelped
"Ay missus!-"
He was silenced by a stab to the throat. No more yelling could be heard coming from him. Only the sound of splattering and choking as he breathed in his own blood.
beautiful red crimson spouted from the newly made hole in his neck.
I hummed as I used the blood on my finger to write my alias on a paper that was thrown on the alley floor:
"Another day, another death. Catch me if you can,
Signed,
your neighbourhood killer, Ink stain."
I shoved it into his mouth that was still dripping fresh blood. I stood up and stepped back to admire the corpse.
That was until I heard footsteps from outside the alley. I quickly placed my hand on the body to hold the corpse back as I tugged the pen out. I ran as fast as possible out of the other side of the alleyway.
I went home, still covered in blood. I headed straight into the shower, bleaching my bloodstained clothes before doing so.
No one had seen me so I thought I was safe once again, free to continue killing. I stepped out and changed into my nightgown, laid in bed, and fell asleep.
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I woke up to sirens. There were screeching of tires outside my house, loud incoherent commands, and slamming of doors that surrounded my house.
"THREE"
"TWO"
"ONE"
Special forces crashed into my house from all sides. Men in special gear came through my windows and broke down doors.
"PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK" One yelled towards me
I wondered how they could've found me out, then I remembered the damn pen. I placed my hand on the corpse without gloves. It was my damned fingerprints
This was the end of my spree asthe ink stain killer.
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Фанфик[DROPPED, SO OLD AHAHA] Now, this may sound familiar... y/n was a ruthless serial killer. They killed many innocent people over the span of 3 years. They managed to hide their killings by acting as a harmless radio host by day. Nobody would've susp...
