Save me
VaMpIrElUvEr1333
Hello guys it's so nice to be back into fanfiction. I did have a story several years ago , but sadly I fell off the face of the earth. It's a part of life, but I'm ready to take on a new story. I feel like a new person, so I would love to share the crazy ideas that are brewing in my head. I should be able to write once a week, and the reason for only once a week is because sadly I am grounded. Being a teen sucks, so I'll try to write as soon as I can each week. Hold on tight on this story because this one will be a wild one .
I brace my hands against the wall as I breathe deeply in. This is sick. I'm glad that I am able to get the honor of killing this SOB in the most violent way possible. I took this job not knowing how many children this man killed, but know she knows the number she feels 100% better about killing him. I'm glad to rid him of the world. I sit down in a huge leather chair, cross my leather clad leg, and wait for my victim in the darkness.
2 hours later
My brown eyes are still trained on the door waiting for my prey. It's been two hours and I haven't moved an inch. My fingers itch to pull the trigger on my gun, and my bladder feels like it's going to explode. All of a sudden I hear something jangling, like keys. I don't move an inch, as my target walks into his small apartment and sets his keys on the counter. He walks down the hall to his 'study' which I'm currently in. I wait, my right hand balling up in a tight fist and my other begging to squeeze the trigger. He walks into the room, and turns on the lights. I'm shocked the man doesn't see me, but he's too busy admiring all the hair on the wall from the children he killed. I tighten my jaw and squeeze my fist together tighter, wishing his neck was between my fingers. I'm tired of waiting, so I cock my gun and clear my throat unnecessarily loud. The man spins around and looks at me with horror in his eyes.
" Who the hell are you?" He screams while looking at me in anger.
I smile and chuckle. " I'm Bella Swan, your worst nightmare." I wink at him and shoot at his crotch, instantly making him crumple to the floor.
I laugh some more as he cries and begs me to help him, I love watching them suffer. I walk past him and kick him in the crotch earning a scream from the man. I wait in the doorway for an hour until he dies, a slow and painful death. I take a card out of my pocket and drop it on his lifeless body. I'm done here. I tuck my gun into its holster and walk confidently out of there. I smile while on my way to my bike, that was a fun one.
2 days later.
The police arrive at a rundown apartment complex. Detective Crowley steps out of his car and walks past the yellow tape and into the complex. When he steps into the crime scene he is shocked and instantly feel s like throwing up. There lays a man, shot in the crotch. The smell was horrid and all he wanted was fresh air.
" Who could've done this?" He asked his partner , Detective Weber.
" The same woman that killed the murderer last week, and the child abuser a month ago. She always gets to them before we do. No criminal is safe in this city." Weber shakes her head.
" How do you know it's her?" Crowley asked.
She opens up the palm of her hand. " She left another."
He took the card and read it.
All of them will die Crowley Be prepared. - Love, The nightmare