Chapter one: Murder In the First Degree
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Shouted a busty, blonde as she crawled towards the dead end of a pitch black hallway. "I WON'T TELL ANYONE YOU DID THIS! JUST DON'T KILL ME!"
"You fucking whore….." I chuckled as I cornered her. "Will you give up your dignity for your life? You're an example why fucking whores need to die." I smiled behind my white and red cat-like mask and kneeled down in front of her. "Just so you know… I'm going to kill you. God will send you to hell, like he will me, so you can burn like bacon." I explained to her in a humorous tone before standing up and pointing a gun to her forehead, making sure she saw my black gloves that would hide my finger prints from the cops. "And nobody will find out who did this to you." I laughed as I pulled the trigger.
The bang from my bullet sounded like the devil's laughter, knowing he had another soul to torture for all eternity. I stared into her empty blue eyes for a few minutes with pure amusement, until an uncontrollably force of rage suddenly filled my body. "Who's the ugly one now!" I growled before stomping on face, I tried to control myself but before I knew it my pant leg and the walls behind her where splattered with blood. "OH FUCK WHORE! LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING MADE ME DO!" Before anything else could happen to my clothes I quickly backed away from her bloody corpse. I yelled at her a few more times before I realized the loudness of my voice.
After calming myself down, I quickly ran out of the house just in case anyone who had heard my shouts decided to call the cops to see what the problem was. Once outside I ran to my bike, hidden in bushes in the backyard of the house next door to the girl's I just killed, and started to take the path that ran through the forest behind their house. My house was one the many places the path ran by and once there I put my bike in my old playhouse and changed into the pajamas I had hidden in an old plastic oven. After I put my crime clothes away as well, I happily walked into my house where, unsurprisingly, my mother and step father still had not returned. So with no fear of getting caught, I skipped up the stairs and into my room in an uncaring fashion, where I crawled under my Pokémon styled bed sheets with a childish giggle.
The woman I had just killed was my tenth victim in the last six months! To top it off, the police still hadn't even looked at me or even figured out that my murders were even connected. A lot of shootings happen in this town and my step father told me it's impossible for his station to keep up with them all, so being able to connect them must be close to impossible. But that was good because I never wanted to get caught, I loved killing whores and getting revenge on all the people who wronged me because I wasn't as pretty, smart, or popular as they were. It made me feel great getting my revenge on them and sending them to hell.
I rolled towards my blinking digital clock and saw in was already one in the morning. "I better go to bed so I can wake up earlyto bring daddy something to eat for breakfast since he most likely won't be coming home tonight." I whispered to myself with a sickening expression across my face. I didn't care for my step father that much, ok I hated the cold-hearted bastard, but over the last six months I had tried to get closer to him. He was the lead detective at the police station, who couldn't help but gossip about all the cases he had to face on a daily basis. I'm not usually one to kiss up to people I didn't like, but if I wanted to know how the police where doing on their search for the killer of any of the ten women then I had too.
I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling for an unknown amount of time before forcing myself into a deep sleep. As I slept I dreamed of myself as a seven year old swinging on an old, rusted swing set. As swung alone, a ton of little girl my age walk past the swing one by one. Each step they took slowly changed them into hideous monsters that made me very upset. I didn't know where they were walking to but I knew I had to stop them anyway I could... But before I could, my eyes shot open and I turned to my digital clock to see it was already six in the morning.