Hey everyone. Knowing me and my strange obsessions jumping every two months, I'm going to write a murder mystery. Lotsa fighting comin up!
I dont need to say that I dont own WITCH again, do I?
Oh yeah, I will be changing my penname to xaddictedx to match with my other screennames, M'kay? M'kay.
"Run away before you drown in this rain, honey…"
She breathes, and obeyed the singing voice without question. She did not need to have any reason, all she knew was that she did not like the voice and she wants to get as far away as possible from it.
Come on. You can do this. Just pretend it's a game. The game you always used to play when you were a little girl. Just run.
"You can't escape…"
She was a natural runner, but it was still not fast enough… maybe it was the heavy down pour of rain that's wieghing her down. But then, her chaser was not running, so it would not be too bad if she ran…
"You don't want to escape…"
Yes, yes I do, she thought to herself. Her breath came in searing gasps, and her leg muscles were practically screaming in protest.
Keep going. Keep going. Don't look back. Don't look at that horrible face.
"Where will you go?"
The voice was singing no song, but rather a taunting tune… She despised the fact that humans were amongst the slowest mammals on Earth… She closed her eyes and wished that she was a cheetah.
There were so many things even cheetahs couldn't out run.
Like light.
And sound of a mechanical click.
And a bullet.
CRACK.
She breathes in, feeling the full impact of the wound. The bullet had driven in her thigh. She felt it tearing up her muscle tissues. There was no way she could run anymore.
The second bullet pierced her back, and judging from the sudden disappearance of pain, it was her spinal cord. She fell on her back, and stared at the rain-stricken sky. It was soon covered by a gleefully twisted face – her would-be killer. She braced herself for the end.
Oh god, please...
She soundlessly screamed her final prayers...
"Another pawn down, honey."
Another bullet came right in the face.
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Walking down the gap between two grimy apartment buildings was the person responsible for the young woman's death. He removed his hood to reveal a head of shaggy curled brown hair. He pocketed the small handgun and threw away the bullet shells.
He continued to walk down the gap with a purposeful stride. A car passed by in the rain; its headlights illuminated the killer's face. Multiple scars were shown, as well as a pair of brown eyes that was devoid of any emotion.
No remorse over what he just did less than five minutes ago.
His cell phone rang. He casually flipped open the cover.
"All is vell, I presume?" the speaker spoke in a strange accent.
"Yes." The killer's voice reflected his face well.
"You left no evidence?"
"None at all."
He snapped the phone shut. Knowing full well that he may not use the phone ever again if he wishes to be never found out, he carefully took out the SIM card and pocketed it. Then, expertly, he twisted the phone violently in half. It broke away with a satisfyingly loud snap.
The corners of his lips lifted as he tossed what remained of his phone into an overflowing dumpster to his left. Crinkling his nose to the acrid smell, a few words escaped his mouth.
"Soon there will be a checkmate…"