"Bazinga" You whisper into the girl's ear emerging from the shadows
She screams flailing pathetically doing nothing to help herself sighing you shake your head a little ramming the blade into her back and pulling it out she limps and falls to the ground dead. Fuck you can't help yourself lately that's the third one this week. Bending down you lift her shirt up in till the wound is fully exposed on her back, reaching both hands into the gap you rip it open slowly watching the skin on her back rip with the pressure, turning her over you pull out a knife and start to dice her up watching the organs slowly stop beating, tearing out an intestine, lobbing it at the wall your hands become bleached red, getting up from the they you then write on the alleyway wall 'show me the red' having to dip your hands back into the warm body for more paint supplies.
At the same you've been doing for all your victims, for instance the elderly man you got to hung himself (images of a bolding man with kind brown eyes flashes in your mind, smiling and chuckling happily to the children on his street) was far too easy, he went to the chair for safety and you found spare rope. Just the other day it was revealed the same man was a pedophile and ideas of the 'show me the red serial killer' is really a super hero that's twisted, seeing as all the victims are criminals of some kind. Honestly you would never consider yourself a hero, the man who saved the old ladies cat from the tree, a policeman who solved a serious case the firfighter who saved the small girl, they're heros not you. The other ladies neck you sliced (flashing before your eyes was an image of the bleach blond haired woman, short skirt and low cut shirt) you then found out she was involved with arson thanks to the news. Later that same day you didn't feel the same sensation you would usually get from killing as it was a lot easier and after seven seconds of running she accepted it letting you slit her throat without even screaming so leaved her to gargle on her own blood, of course after you wrote your signature thing. So later in return you stabbed a young boy in the chest five times before he bled to death (the boys black hair and green eyes running across a feel giggling happily is shown before you) was involved with a homicide with his elder brother who is now jailed for eleven years.
Sighing, maybe you are some twisted hero but you look at your hands and smile at the red blood. Na, something this fun can't be legal. Leaving the alleyway you drag your feet to your shitty motel you've been staying at, you chose this place especially knowing they won't question the red dripping from your body. Walking in the shitty place, the carpet what looked like used to be a sea blue was a musky grey; the worn walls were barely passable to be peach, the stairs just about useable but the elevators a death trap. Humming a deadly tune the voices have sung in your head all week a small smile on your lips, you've been getting funny looks from people ever since you took off your shades but you're finally free and that's all that matters.
Bringing your hands out your pockets of your favorite red jacket you glare at the floor. Are you free? These voices are chaining you down, bossing you to do things. Your brother…his motives are still in the shadows, you were thinking too rash earlier weren't you...answers first gun later. The main question is…can you kill Bro? I mean, he's your bro-groaning as sudden pain seeps from your head, it's been doing this a lot since you think badly about the subject, angry with the voices trying to control you, you run towards a worn chair and throw it mercilessly at the disgusting walls, the workers seem not to pay attention and just look at you with dead eyes. Snarling you storm to you room, ripping the shitty wall paper down on the way of course. Slamming the door shut you huff and puff staring at the shitty piece of material, that's when you hear a voice clearing their throat and a subtle chuckle, turning ready to pounce a black woman was seated cross legged on the disgusting bed.
Her hair was short and black not quite curly but defiantly not straight, her eyes were slender coloured one of the brightest greens on an eyes you've seen for makeup, a small smile on her plush lips painted with a black lipstick, her hat covered almost her entire left eye hiding the green makeup layered on it. The hat was black with lime green lining, two dark green feathers poking out of the ribbon wrapped around the beautifully made hat. A same kind of material was wrapped around her neck, she was wearing a long black dress that dragged on the floor, it was a boob tube meaning it was sleeveless clinging to her curves, it was as if a piece of the night sky was sewn on the thing as it bounced off the light little white dots danced elegantly across it. She took a drag from her Crewella-devil look alike smoking thing.
"Dave a presume?" her voice was like a fluffy cloud, little did you know a storm was heading after it
Eyes refusing to blink you mutter "Who wants to know"
"Sn0wman" she smirked, liking the sassiness you brought to the table (As most do for some fucked up reason)
"Ahuh that's nice, now lady…I think you're a lady anyway how about you leave" motioning to the door you look at her tiredly
"Sorry doll, I came here for a reason" she smirks
"And what would that be" you groaned
"I want to know some answers to various questions" Playing with the cigar looking at it as if it was more interesting than you
"Why should I answer to you?" you shake your hands splattering the drying blood across the floor maybe to show her shes messing with someone she shouldn't, sneering she brings out a gun from her holster hidden on her leg, it was black and shiny, parts of it a sparkling silver "Oh, that's why" Wondering around the room she keeps it locked on to you, walking into the bathroom you have a feeling the guns still dead on target, when washing your hands and arms you talk to the woman as if the gun wasn't there "Well I'm not up for dying anytime soon, so ask away" well. Not really.
"You've been killing. Obviously"
"Obviously" you repeat
"But I want to know why" you could feel her grinding her teeth, not a fan of murderers then?
"Ok first tell me who you work for"
"I work for no one, people work for me, now tell me"
Chuckling, you pop your head out the bathroom "Would be the sun from tellitubbies be a reasonable answer?"
"No." She clicks the safety off the gun
"I mean see the baby faced thing its kinda-" she snarls "Want a real answer? fine" Going back to washing the stuff off your hands you call out "To ease the pain, I think anyway its kind of an impulse I see a kill and take it only certain people not all that often, I don't think about it intill later I realize what I've done and it hits me that I've taken a life away, I'm not that inhumane I throw up…sometimes" Wiping your hands down on the white towel now stained with the red
"How fucked up are you?" she asks you could hear the seriousness, walking out of the bathroom you stare her in the eyes
"Do you really want to know?"
She lowers the gun but no reply
Sighing "Twin brother deceased, I killed about 7 people now I try not to keep track so that could be wrong watch the news they'll tell you, two gangs want me to join and they're rivals I have to join one because they got me out of a lot of shit and the other one just seems more…sane? I guess, maybe the only reason I want to join is because they seem like they'll change me unlike the other group who seem to want me to kill more, maybe even make me a higher up"
Tilting her head at your statement you cough awkwardly maybe you got a bit personal "What…gangs?" she asks tone dead
Picking up a recently purchased duffle bag you pull out a shirt and change it with the one you've got on "A little privacy please?" Rolling her eyes she turns her head.
The was also another reason why you bought the room you're in- once the shirt was changed you pull the duffel bag over your shoulder and barrel roll out the window- is that its got a pool right under the window you just jumped out of. Everything in slow motion, Sn0wman leaps to the window but it's too late your already spinning and tumbling and fall into the pool, going butt first into it, she runs from the window into the building to reach the pool, but it's too late once she's there your already two roads away but that dosen't mean you can't hear the shots from that gun, the shots sounding like a roar of her anger you just unleashed...Probably.
Looking behind you, no one's there, running full speed for Bro's apartment building you're going to end this now if it ever ends in blood shed or not.
Awwww yis I updated.
So the last chapter was sorta vague and simple minded of Dave 'Kill first ask questions later' but lately it seems he's had second thoughhtttsss or has he had them the entire time just the writter was too lay or didn't know how to put them into words? Seems like since being away from his best bro Kitkat he just spilled a few thoughts that have been circling that mind of his to a complete stranger with a gun to his head.
So in this chapter I wanted to show you guys that he has been throwing up, not just like 'lol murder' (I know I just wrote him ripping someone open but thats just the adrenalin and the 'need' of the blood writing thing) buuuuut I imagine it with a lot of force, also he's fought an adult his entire life so he can't be that weak.
Now for a lil' info about Sn0wman. Sn0wman is the officer in charge- lieutenant to be exact, Slick is mainly the front man, half of the people at the station don't even know she works there. Sn0wman rarely shows up in any of the cases so if she does your in deep shit, she rarely shows up because it either shows little importance or she has too much paper work to do, unluckily for Dave, killing people, getting the public involved and starting to have a good opinion on him coming up with ideas and reasons for his murdering is serious and whats this? Sn0wman also finished her paper works for the entire month so far.
(I hope i got these police ranks right because really i have no clue)
Well i guess thats all i have to say leave a reveiw or message me is you have any input, opinions or so on and so forth and as a side note you have no idea how I fought over the idea of calling this Bazinga or 'do a barrel roll' as you can see i chose said choice
do widzenia~