Alive. She was alive at last.
The sirens barely contained her screams. There was blood everywhere. Tall men in dark uniforms questioned her with deep, piercing eyes and sharp tongues as she felt something inside her head commit itself to a sickening crunch.
It's fun, isn't it? Fun...
"Fun..." The man stared at her, shaking his head. He quickly joted down that she must be in a state of mental dissociation.
...
"Three dead. Sole survivor in family of four. Went for an outing at the grocery store, while the culprit stole in and brutally murdered everyone inside the house." Superiors sighed, also shaking their heads.
"Detailed reports on my desk, tonight." General nodding of heads went around the table this time. He couldn't believe this. How did someone simply break an entry and do this... in broad daylight? How did the family not see or hear anything? It was like the area itself dissociated during the murders. Father had been stabbed multiple times with kitchen scissors in the temples, and once dead was gutted with the entrails scattered about the house. What the detective didn't want to think about was that with his blood, the culprit had written "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME" on every single wall. Yet it had to be included on the report for the sake of accuracy.
The youngest male, brother to the survivor, had been sexually attacked with the scissors responsible for the death of the father. What was odd was that primary and secondary sexual organs had been removed from the body prior to death... but how? The face had then been peeled off, which they had not been able to locate.
Last, the elder brother to the survivor. They didn't find much of him aside severed male genitalia and a lung that was still going through DNA analysis. Results would come in on that soon enough.
Witnesses saw a young man leaving the scene approximately two hours before the survivor came home. Tan, in his early to mid-20's, wearing what appeared to be a long, purple gown. Witnesses said what tipped them off the most was his hair... it was especially messy, almost unnatural.
Who was he? Where was he going? Was the survivor safe? These questions wracked his mind as he made preparations for the night.
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They're dead.
Yes they are. Excited?
... I don't know.
Why not? You're free.
I don't remember anything.
This one was on me.
You killed them?
Yes. It was just like laughing.
Just like laughing...
Just like laughing my dear.