"How do you feel now, Morgan?" She says, more pointing something out than asking a question. She grabs hold of my wrists and tightens them. If I could see properly I could swear I see them turn purple. "I could beat you to the bone, right here, right now, till you die from your injuries. But, I won't. You will die. Maybe not today, maybe not in a month, but you will." Well, obviously I'm going to die. Humans don't live forever. "Wonder why?"
"No, and I really don't care."
She answers anyway. "Because we have the power, the people, and the weapons to do it. Face it, you're defenseless against us."
I feel some blood flooding my mouth, so I, being a perfectly nice person, spit it in her face.
That doesn't faze her at all. "I have the strength and intelligence, something you clearly don't have. Whatever y'all do to me, it won't break me. I will put up a hell of a fight before losing. I will fight, and I will win." I turn over and look at her fellow companions. "Even if I die doing it."
"Is that a risk you're willing to take?"
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17 year old Morgan Peters is an average girl living life. When she goes on a trip to Rio de Janeiro to watch the FIFA finals with a few friends, a serial killer committing massacres joins in on the sporty fun and shows the thousands of fans what true adrenaline is.
After the games and a few bumps along the way, she returns to her hometown, and shortly starts receiving suspicious texts from an unknown number. She figures that it appears she has a stalker on her hands. Can she live with a stalker? Or will it get more mendacious, chaotic and deadly?
Follow Morgan and her best friends as love sparks, secrets get released, and betrayal of family floods through their veins.
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"Hey Kartune, do you have the number for that person we were talking about earlier?"
"No princess sadly I don't have the number. May I assit you in a different way though?"
"Oh shit, sorry I must have the wrong number."
"Don't freight it. And when you go to make the contact for that guy you were talking about -when you find the right number- don't forget to make a contact for me too."
"Why would you need me to make you a contact when it sounds like you could get all the girls you could ever want with that voice of yours?"
"Because aside of popular beleifs the only females I've been handling is Iron, Magnesium, and Lanthanum."
Elizabeth Enzo: My father always warned me about strangers, yet he never warned them about me. When in reality.. I'm the boogy man that every man fears. But that's okay with me because I know where my morals lie and where I lie about my morals and I'll never be ashamed of it. But who would be ashamed of being a serial killer? Definitly not the men in my smutty novels, and all the girls can say amen to that!
Victor Hahn: Maybe not all serial killers are hatful on the inside, maybe they just want justice for those who can't take it for themselves. Yet here I am, helping conduct one of the biggest manhunts for this serial killer named Red Velvet because my best friend was able to convince me it would be good to get my head out of chemical compounds for a bit, well that and that I believed it would only take a week for me to solve the case because numbers -quite frankly- don't lie. But there might've been a small intrferance, aka Mrs. Ilovethesmellofburntcoffeegrounds.
Will the most infamous chemist fall for the serial killer he's trying to catch? Or the freckled face girl who loves the smell of burnt coffee grounds and is a chemist from the other side of the world?
Good thing is, he doesn't have to choose...
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