SonicELITE: I'll share that post. Yay! Marco plushie stamps! But seriously, how awesome would it be to have a Marco plushie? I'm searching for one. Thanks!

Enjoy.


When she saw him, time had slowed down. She stared into his green eyes, full of life and highlights. His hands flew across his keytar like he was born with the natural talent. His hair danced with the wind, his luscious locks flowing like a gentle stream. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one.

The first boy she ever killed.

Oskar Greason was her first victim, and he certainly wasn't the last. Countless deaths, innocent lives taken. She was an assassin, a mercenary, a murderer and her next victim? Well, let's just say he's the only one stupid enough to put up a fight.

Break

The many officers set up the crime scene investigation, moving any spectators who were walking out in the middle of the night back.

"Damn. Another one killed. That's the third one this month." Officer Johnathan.

"It's not even your everyday murder, he or she or it completely mortified the body." The police's forensic scientist bends down over the corpse, inspecting the many stab wounds on him.

"Why is it always male juveniles? Does this serial killer have a taste for killing dudes?" The officer asked.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling this was a job." The forensic scientist stood up, holding a metal sample in a small plastic bag.

"What mercenary would go all out and keep stabbing him if he was already dead?"

"Maybe it was personal as well as business."

"We don't need he motives, just the suspect. I'm gonna need the ID of those fingerprints, aight?" The officer informed the scientist.

"I should have the tests by tomorrow. Mind giving me a ride back to the station?" The scientist asked.

"No prob. Hop in doc." The officer said, opening the door for him.

The two sped away in the cruiser, the rest of the police force withdrawing from the scene one after another, leaving no evidence that anything had occurred there.

Across the street, a hooded figure watched the whole ordeal go down. Once alone, she smiled to herself as she pulled out a blade from her coat.

"No loose ends." She said, vanishing under the cover of darkness.


If you want this to be a thing, let us know by reviewing or sending a message to us - Author Smimph