Maya strode angrily into the mall.... or what was left of it. Looking at a cracked directory, she made her way to an abandoned kitchen shop. Maya grinned when she saw the shining steel knives. It was a dream come true.
She took her pick of butchers, steaks, and carvers, but when she left the mall, she had on her two carving knives, four steak knives, and four hunting knives which she found in a nearby sport shop. It was great knowing that she now had something to work with.
Outside, there was a man, almost an inch from death from hunger and cold. She decided to test her new blades. They easily sliced his flesh, and she left him in a curled-up, sleeping position. It was cute, to her, to leave her victims in natural positions. Left less trail for the police to follow.
She went into the Brrgrr store, and picked up a cheeseburger. But seemingly, she couldn't eat. Maybe it had to do with the want to kill...
Oh well. She walked out and then walked headlong into someone. Quickly, she whipped out her hunting knives and looked up. There, standing with identical knives to hers, was the gothic boy she had seen at the Taco Smell! That weird guy with the creepy girl.
"What the hell?" A man from the Brrgrr came running out. But she didn't want to waste time with him, so Maya kicked him, decapitated him, and left him lying on a park bench nearby.
But the strangest thing was that the boy hadn't been fazed. Nay, he hadn't even moved. He just stood there, looking at her, with the knives at his sides. "Well?" Maya inquired. The boy shrugged. "I didn't know that anyone else was…like that," He said.
"You'd be surprised…" Maya grinned and put the knives away. "So what's your name, pray tell?"
The answer was prompt and brief. "Nny."
"Well, Nny, I for one am tired. Do you know any places around her where one could get a decent night's sleep?"
He started to move, then thought better. "I can do better. I'll show you one."
Nny took her to his house, number 777. As a little boy next door sat hugging his bear, watching them, Nny led her into his house. He spoke in a stupid accent resembling a British man. "This, my lady, is the finest hotel in the province. I hope you'll be comfortable." And she fell asleep with the door locked in his face.
She awoke many times during the night, when she heard the faintest scratch on the door. She was afraid the men in the white coats were coming to get her, or Nny was coming to kill her. He did look like the murderous type, and she wouldn't put it past him, what with the eight-inch knives he had on him.