Well, here is the new original story that i had been talking about at the end of my last story "Strange Things". This might take a little longer to update than that story because I've only thought a little further ahead than this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it and i hope i can keep you hooked with future updates! As always please leave a review and tell me what you think! :D
Killing Machine
Chapter 1: What is Real?
Julie Monroe stood in front of the old, dusty mirror in the bathroom and stared at her own reflection. She ran her fingers through her knotted up charcoal black hair until they started across the soft white skin on her face. Her fingers traveled over her lips and a salty taste entered her mouth, the taste of human blood. Her grey eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at herself, at the streaks of blood she had painted on to her own face.
She pulled her blood stained hand away and looked it over. Her entire hand leading all the way up to her wrist had been drenched in blood, but the blood did not belong to her. She looked back at her reflection and saw the crooked frown that she wore. Suddenly, she punched the mirror as hard as she could and shards of glass rained down to the ground. Large pieces of glass had been lodged in her coarse knuckles, and now her blood mixed with the other blood on her hand.
Julie looked up and the mirror wasn't broken, and her hand was no longer drenched with blood. Her face looked normal aside from a few dirt smudges, and her hair had been tied back in to a ponytail. Her eyes darted around the room and she had no idea where she was.
She stumbled out of the bathroom and fell on to a nearby mattress on the floor which had no bed frame beneath it. The only light source came from a few rays of sunshine which beamed through the half covered window. The young woman rolled on to her back and let loose a soft groan.
Images flashed in to her head, images of people who had been tortured and mutilated in the most horrible ways imaginable. She cringed at the images and placed a hand on her forehead. There were so many of them, yet she had no recollection of who they were.
She didn't even know who she was, or what had happened to lead her to this point and why she thought about such terrible things. She sat up on the mattress and placed her back against the wall. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
Suddenly, the door to the room flew open, and a blinding light poured in. A lone man in a black business suit with slicked back hair, who wore dark shades over his eyes stepped through the doorway and looked over at Julie with a stoic look on his face.
"It's time." was all he said before pulling a collar from his suit jacket.