Twelve Star

Chapter 1

"Sooo, new adventure again huh?"

"I really don't know man. It seems a little too perfect"

"I mean it's all you have ever wanted ever since you started this"

"Yeah, but this seems more of like the hunger games and less like an endgame. A little too convenient don't you feel?"

 "Let me ask you this. Are you fine?"

"I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here.

Is there something wrong with that?

Absolutely.

Oh just shut up, like you are in any predicament to speak" he says to the man hanging upside down from the ceiling via a rope.

"Where is the fear even coming from -----------? You can control it. All you have to do is..."

He slices his throat. "Eh, he was getting too chatty anyways"

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"Could you just tell us again what was it that you saw on the day that followed the events of the 11th of August 20XX"

*a̶ ̶t̶a̶p̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶c̶o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶ Recorder app on his phone starts recording*

"Twelve years as a police chief and I still don't think I can forget the case of Smiley Co...

It was a normal day unlike any other and we suddenly got a 100 call. It was a woman who just said "He....". We thought she had just disconnected but we could hear the faint screams of multiple people in the background. Turns out she had lost her will to speak after seeing that thing. You would have too, trust me. Not many could stomach what they saw that day, a couple of them even went on to take their lives in the coming few days. Dispatch hurried onto the site. It was when we stepped out we saw people all around just pale with horror, barely able to scream. We turn around to see what they were looking at and we see a giant smiley painted on the side of a 13 story glass building. The second worst part is it was completely painted in blood."

"Excuse me. Second worst?"

"When we went in to inspect the building we found out each and every pane was painted with the blood of one person as in each room the number of painted windows were the same as the number of dead bodies we found hanging in each room. They were hung upside down by the leg and their throats were slit. I am guessing he had a bucket like thing below to ...*swallows barf*... collect their blood as it dripped down."

"Like a spider"

"Exactly. The only room that wasn't painted was the topmost office where we found the head psychiatrist which was on the 11th floor. All we found was a laptop which didn't show anything else except for a single message across its screen. It read as follows

Hell owo Spyder,

congratulations bud, I'm pickle ri... just kidding I am your taskmaster for the game and my name is Crimson. You are our 11th player in the game to end all games. We know there isn't the "spark" anymore when you kill now. It's just like masturbation. It dries out over time and you just end up doing it just to go through the motions. Ok, enough talking about peepees and weewees. So here's how you play. You all come to the location you all already know and your job is to find and kill the remaining 11 players in the field in the time period of one semester. All the players are serial killers known for their work and not for their face as they have never been caught such as yourself. You all will be undercover and the points/rewards system will be explained to you on your arrival to the designated area. If you agree which I know you will just go on one last glamorous spree before you sit down at our Russian roulette table.

The next part was soo weird though"

"I mean it is weird how he never used a single acronym while writing this casual email. The man must be a true monster to not have even written the word "lol" anywhere in between. But what was the weird part though?"

"It stated that When you do finish making your scene just leave this lappy there, its college issued anyway. Plus I really wanna let some smart ass cops in on this game too. Dont worry about getting caught or any issues. I got inside men and they are going to be the ones who have read this message before the laptop explodes like in Mission Impossible. Boy do I love those movies. Yeah and he is most probably gonna be the one snitching to the CBI about this case.

 and then it just exploded like he said, Mission impossible style. I swear on my life, It isn't me"

"Yeah, I know, because it is me." and the CBI agent pulls a gun to the chief's head.

"Special agent Nads, how could you?"

"You were a good man chief but not a smart person in general, unfortunately. To get my master's plans in motion we are going to need you to call in the best of the best and they don't get involved no matter how big and beautiful the artwork made by our children is. The only way to get their attention is if along with the 12 unrelated mass homicides the lead cop working on each case gets a bullet in between his brains in the very building he works in. So goodbye chief "

A zip across the air and the chief is dead and he stops the recorder app." It's a beauty how much silencers can reduce the sound of a gunshot" he says to himself. Then he presses his ear and says " EE - echo- 1 clear. Spyder is in"

Within the next week, 13 homicides happened in various different styles spread all across the country where the main cop for the case died with a bullet between their brows. All from the same kind of gun. Their own.

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Hey guys Luther here, this is my first time trying something big bren. Constructive criticism is always accepted. Thank you for reading : D