Killer Kaya

It was pitch black as night. The setting was a lonely house in New York. The big apple was still busy at this time, but this house however, was not. Black-as-ink hair of woman was barely seen in the dark. "11:58." The owner of this black hair, read off the only light in the darkness, her watch. She was right outside the house, stealthily waiting, as if something were to happen at a certain time. "11:59" she read the bright, blue numbers once again, but they were now one minute ahead. The rattling of a chain could be heard, as she gripped what seemed like a weapon, very tightly. She smiled, and read the numbers for the last time. "Midnight." at that moment, she crept to the back of the house, and picked the lock for the windows. She slipped inside, with no noise at all. The cold wind from outside the window blew hard, bringing a chill into the house. The mysterious woman walked through the house. She grabbed a doorknob, turned it, and opened the door, letting a long squeaking noise. The room turned out to be a bedroom, with an innocent man sleeping in his own bed. He had nearly awakened from the noise of the door, but was still half asleep. The girl's voice had fixed that. "Just as I planned." she smiled. The man's eyes burst open immediately. He jumped out of bed and stared the woman right in the eye. He pointed at her "what are you doing in my house?!" He shouted. She walked towards him, while he was stepping back. "I'm here to finish a job." she explained. She pulled a dagger from its sheath for him to see. She ran over to him quicker than lightning and had the dagger in place. "Wh-who are you?!" The man hesitated. "My name... is Kaya." She said, and finished her job.

"John!" a girl's voice is heard. "Come quick!" she shouted. John runs over to her. "What is it Kelly?" he asks in concern. Kelly points at the TV screen which shows a news bulletin about a murder that had occurred. "Isn't that man our neighbor?" she asked curiously. John looked closely at the TV. Until he realized the man looked familiar. "Yes, he is. I guess Kaya really IS in New York." "John..."Kelly questions his train of thought. "You know it's bad luck to say her real name." "I don't believe in luck."

Sigh Police officers at the scene were sighing at a most familiar crime. "What is it this time?" One police officer asked another.

"Killer Kaya strikes again. Had to have been last night at midnight, as always. But this time I fear more will be coming our way, more frequently."

"why's that?"

"Well, this time, she's moved to New York."

"New York?!" The police officer was shocked. New York, being a very packed, crowded place, is unsafe for a serial killer to be in. especially one as talented as Killer Kaya. Who knows how many she can kill in New York. "What was the weapon?" "A dagger, sir." a dagger, this man was lucky. Other times, KK sometimes feels extra special, and uses a sword, or a wire. This is usually a slow, painful, and violent death for her victims. Judging from her pattern, her next victim will be a girl.

"Kelly...Did you hear that?"

"hear what?"

"Kaya...she's after a girl next..."John looked down sorrowfully. "John...I trust you it's not me she's after." "How do you know?! Kaya is in New York, AND she's after a woman!" John overreacted. Kelly hesitated for a second, and then began to talk. "Well, if you keep using her real name, then maybe she will be after me. Besides, when does she usually do her next attack?" John looked down at the floor, like he was ashamed of something. "Within a week, usually." he replied. Kelly thought of it to be just a joke. You hear about murders on the news all the time. But it's never going to happen to you, right?

The next morning was a slow start. Most people say, "Slow and steady wins the race." However, when it comes to getting up for work, "fast and hyper off 3 cups of coffee" wins the race. In this case, Kelly was sleeping in. At least, that's what John had thought. He was practically pacing back and forth, waiting for her to wake up. He hated waking his sister up, for two reasons. One, she never woke up, and was hard to bargain with. Two, he was too nice, and she knew how to give a puppy-dog look and a sad and tired voice. Therefore, John just waited for a long time until she got out-which she never did. Instead, she made no noise, movements or anything locked up inside her bedroom. John couldn't restrain himself. He yelled through the door for Kelly to wake up, but she never did. John looked at his watch. 7:30. John was beginning to worry. Had something happened to her? He was right.

He knocked on her door. There was no answer. "Kelly!" he yelled. "Your late, Kelly!" still, there was no answer. That was the odd thing. Usually after he told her she was late, he would hear her roll over, or her pleading for 5 more minutes. But this time there was nothing. He opened the door slightly. "Kelly?" there was no answer again. He opened it fully. He clenched his fist, as what seemed like a pound of sweat dripped down his face. His eyes held in more water than a bucket, as he began to take in the exact horror of a reason why Kelly didn't answer the door. She was, in fact, out of bed, sprawled out on the floor, lying on a puddle of blood from a huge gash in her side. John took a step back. Kelly, his one and only sister, was dead. She was dead, passed away, gone. :gone: the thought passed through John's mind. :Gone...:

Later that day, the police showed up at John's house to investigate Kelly's death. Followed by a team of newscasters there to interview John on a TV broadcast. "John, what exactly happened here?" a newscaster asked. John squinted for a moment, for the camera light was shining right in his eye. Then he began to explain on broadcast TV, what had happened in his sister's bedroom. "The woman you see here is my sister Kelly. I was about to wake her up for work when I saw her lying in a puddle of her own blood. A police officer before had just said that it was KK who had done it. I wouldn't be surprised if she was after me next."
"Are you going to evacuate your home in order to be safe from KK?"
"No. I will not run away. If KK wants me, then I'm looking forward to it."
Little did John know that Killer Kaya had always watched the news about her killings. she enjoyed seeing people mouth off about her, and always set out to kill them next. And the cycle continues.

That night, John stayed up watching TV, to see if KK would come after him. Once it hit 12:30, he gave up and went upstairs. When he was unraveling his sheets, he heard something. A noise, like heels hitting the floor. He looked out his window, looking for a woman with heels, but he saw nothing. He kept hearing the heels tracking footsteps. He looked more carefully out the window, but still saw nothing. His bedroom door, which was closed, began to creak open very slowly. John spun around quick as wind, for even though he was waiting for a serial killer to attack him, he was overwhelmed in fright. A pointed heel had stepped in his room, followed by thick, glossy black hair that fell long behind a woman's body. "Hello, hello." the girl's voice said. There was a long silence. :Kaya: John thought. all he could hear was the beating of his own heart. But shortly after, the silence was broken, as Killer Kaya pulled out a handgun and pointed at John. But before she had time to shoot, John had spoken a word that pierced every inch of KK's body. "Kaya!" He yelled loud and clear. There was a long pause as KK would not shoot, for she could not move. She slowly and steadily put her hand holding her gun right to her side. She dropped it, from shock. John gulped, as he could see the rage in her eyes. She pointed at him. "you..." She began. "you dare, use my name?!" "Kaya" John said again, softly. "do you know what your doing boy?" KK moved closer. "you killed my sister." he replied. "Ah, yes. you were on TV being interviewed, and you practically begged me to come kill you. John, was that your name?" before KK could taunt him anymore, John ran over to where the gun was, but before he could reach KK had tripped him. KK then grabbed him and threw him out his window, but he grabbed on and climbed back in his room. You could see the rage in John's eyes, and you could see the enjoyment in Kaya's. "nice grab. But it would've been better if your death was quick. When I kill you it won't be so easy." she said, smiling. "trust me bitch you won't be able to kill me." he replied as he ran over to the gun again. This time Kaya didn't trip him. she turned around and he already had a gun in his hand. he shot it, but at the speed of light, Kaya pulled out a sword and blocked the bullet. The bullet bounced off the sword and hit John right in the heart. John gasped for breath, but couldn't get any air. He fell to the ground and his eyes were shut. it created the image of death. Kaya took the gun that was still in his hand and headed out. "bye, bye Johnny." And she left. About a half hour before she had left John opened one eye, and once he saw Kaya was gone, he got up and brushed the dust off of him. The wound from the bullet was completely gone, as if nothing ever happened. "Kaya, I told you. You can't kill me." he said.