Psychotic

3

Y/N's POV:

I just finished reading the news article and I couldn't be anymore proud of me and Kehlani.

Now the whole state of Florida is gonna be in panic because the Laughing Reaper is looking for their next victim.

That's also another reason I like to kill, I love having this affect on people. A day before I come everyone is fine and happy, it's not that dangerous.

But than I pull up and it's like the fucking purge. Do whatever you can to protect yourself from me.

Anyways, me and Trevor are going to get some McDonald's since we both love McNuggets.

"Trevor! You sick bastard, why didn't you tell me it was your mom's birthday?!" I said looking down at Trevor's mom's Facebook post.

"Why do I have to tell you? My mom hates you." He said with a chuckle.

"No, she doesn't hate me. She strongly dislikes me when I eat out everything in her fridge." I said with a shrug.

"Yeah sure." He said sarcastically tucking his bottom and top lip together.

"Also, she told me not to tell you because she knew that you might end up eating half of her cake." Trevor said sitting down at our table.

I gasped dramatically and put my hand on my chest.

"I feel offended! I would never!" I said with a smile making Trevor laugh and shake his head.

"Yeah sure. Now shut up and eat before our food gets cold." He said popping a French fry in his mouth.

Before I could eat anything I noticed a girl with Raven black hair that reached past her shouders and pale-ish skin going into a all black car with tinted windows.

I couldn't really see her eyes because they were looking down, glued to her phone.

Yes, she was absolutely gorgeous based off of what I saw. But what caught my attention was how she was limping.

I know it could've been some random accident but my instincts are telling me something else.

And when you've been a wanted Serial Killer for about 3 years with every police station down your back you learn...

Your instincts are usually never wrong.

But I decided brush it off for now since, besides the limping, based off of how much confidence she has when she walks. And the badass feminine looking clothes she wears.

She can take care of herself.

I turned back to my food and began eating my now lukewarm chicken nuggets and half melted McFlurry.

....

Trevor and I got back to the hotel about 30 minutes ago and now me and Dinah are playing Fortnite 

"Cmon Cmon Cmon Cmon Cmon!" I yelled while trying to kill the guy in front of me.

He was one shot but the dude brought out a PURPLE PUMP SHOTGUN and fucking HEAD SHOTTED ME.

Leaving me and Dinah in 2nd place.

I slammed the controller down on the couch.

"THATS FUCKING BULLSHIT! HE WAS 3 HP!" I yelled.

"I'm gonna report him." Dinah said going to the report controls.

I was still in disbelief.

"That was so fucking racist! I can't." I said pointing at the TV.