As the monster destroyed the town, a single teenager sat in the corner of her cell. The asylum was remotely quiet, as if she was all alone. But the screams from down the hall betrayed that idea. She perked up. The only way she had somehow held on to what was left of her sanity was repeating the phrase: "I am Maya Henderson. I am eighteen. I had a family. I had a family. I had a family…"
But a funny thing happened just then. A crash resounded from downstairs, probably from the kitchen. This was her signal. Working quickly, she whipped out a bobby pin and opened her door. She ran down the hallway, which was completely devoid of guards, unlike her other escape attempts. Down the fire escape, out onto the street. It was too easy.
When the monster had moved on, Maya came out of hiding. Walking down the street in her tee shirt with a spiral on the front and black, loose jeans, Maya looked completely normal. Her Sailor-Moon style black pigtails came down to her knees. Nothing remotely dangerous about her, at least to the naked eye.
But Maya had a secret. More than just in her mind, because her mind was too unstable to hold it, but in her heart. Maya had been committed three years ago, after her parents had died in a car crash, her little, eight year old brother had been committed and died in the same asylum that she was sent to, and she had been driven insane by all this. Poor child wasn't just one of your average, run-of-the-mill nutcases. No. She was much more different.
Maya had been convicted more than once. She was quite a maniac. A homicidal maniac. And nothing changed after insanity set in. She continued to kill, not just for the thrill of killing, but now for a reason. An insult, a disagreement, or merely a simple accidental physical contact could set her off.
But back to the present. Maya waltzed into Taco Smell. She ordered a taco, and sat chewing, staring at the boy in the booth next to her. He was eating a taco and slurping on a brainfreezie. What an original. He was dressed in basically all black. Gothic…she liked that. But then, she hadn't had a real guy to look at in over three years.
But on the other side of the room was a blonde chick. If looks could kill, that boy would have died at least five times since she noticed the girl. But they looked oddly alike…in a freakish sort of way.
It really was none of her business. In fact, that was what triggered her last kill…a boy. And in her opinion, boys were just vents. Ways to get back….
She got up and walked out. Around back, she was looking for spare change when the person behind the counter came out and started yelling at her. She just stood there, with a silly sort of grin on her face. When he was in the middle of going through the punishments for breaking and entering, she pulled out two knives she had swiped from the Dumpster. She made quick work of him, and left him standing in the doorway, back towards the inside, so it would look like he was just leaning against the door.
It felt good to hold her old steel friends again. After all, she hadn't had a good-sized one in her hands for at least four years. The flesh was ripped, and that wasn't good. Obviously they were dull. Maya planned to pick up a new pair. The slices had to be clean, not ragged. Oh well.