Cold Blood

"Was that supposed to hurt?" My eyes left the wound as I pulled the knife from my gut, blood spraying from the wound and coating her face. "I-I don't understand," She mumbled, completely still, just staring at the spot the knife had one been plunged into. "Why-how are you still alive?"
Her grey eyes were dull, they already looked dead, her skin was pale and her hair hung limply over her shoulders, she reminded me of the corpses I had left to rot in their homes. "I'm not completely human anymore, you people should remember that before you go stabbing me in the stomach,"

And just like that, I had dug the sharp blade into her forehead, hearing a pleasant crack as it pierced her skull. Smiling down at my work, I lifted my phone to my ear ready to report my success. "A is dead," I spoke, hearing the familiar crackling noise as my Alias rose among the ranks. "Congratulations Black Reaper, you are now in the top five," The computerised voice droned, confirming my estimation. "No. Thank you," A smirk had plastered itself on my face as I once again admired my clean kill, "It was a pleasure," Hanging up the phone, I reached for my coat, glad that the expensive leather hadn't been ruined by mine or the girl's blood.

"Bitch had it coming,"

It's just us now you bastards, come and get me.

Rin was a recluse who spent her time locked in her house, this soon changes as she begins to receive anonymous letters in the mail, their contents explaining a game that can gift Rin with everything she ever wanted...There's just one catch, she must kill the other contestants to win. The last one standing is granted endless amounts of power. Scared and threatened, Rin must team up with her slightly insane classmate, karma Saden in order to survive. Sanities and lives will be lost, who will win...The Murder game?