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I can't believe this idiot is actually following me. Then again, the drunk bastard did believe my flirting. I know he thinks he's going to get lucky, but that's far from true. I doubt he'd be any good in bed, anyhow. Either way, I don't care. The urge to kill right now is so strong, I'm having a little trouble containing myself. I have to force myself to wait until I've lured him right where I want him, then I can have my fun and play with him. I can't wait to hear him scream and beg for mercy that I'll never grant him.
After maybe twenty minutes of walking, we stop in front of an abandoned building —that old, decrepit one that used to be an asylum at some point and no one ever tore it down. The man I'd chosen for this kill gave me a questioning look as I opened the never locked door, which creaked as I pushed it open.
"Uh…um…I thought, you know, we were going to your place. Why are we at this run down shit-hole?" he questioned. I just smiled at him with a small giggle.
"This is where I like to go for more privacy. Don't worry, it won't suddenly collapse on us," I replied smoothly. It wasn't a lie; I did come here sometimes when I wanted to have more privacy, though not for what he thought. It's actually been a while since I've been here, almost a month.
"Oh…" was all he said as he followed me in. He was too easy, though I suppose the drunkenness was wearing off a little by now. This would be more fun with him just sober enough to actually try and run. I led him far into the building, making sure to take a lot of turns so he wouldn't know the way out. When I finally stopped with him behind me, I turned to face him with a smirk playing upon my lips.
"Welcome to hell, love. Let's play a game, and I can assure it shan't end very well for you," I cooed, confusing him.
"What?" He seemed to sober up some. Fear tends to do that if someone's not too drunk. I could almost smell his fear. He had an uneasy feeling when I brought him to this place, now he was regretting following me inside. He wished he had backed out when he still had the chance. I giggled.
"A game of tag. If you find your way out of here, you get to live. But if I catch you, you die," I hummed. He took a step back from me and I laughed. "I'll give you a five second head start. Better hope you're able to get far~"
"Y-you're joking, right? This is just some sick joke!" he uttered, trying to convince himself over actually believing those foolish words. My grin grew with the slight anger that welled up within me and an eye twitched.
"What a wretched fool, saying such a thing. Don't fucking lie to yourself!"
"Ah…W-why? Why are you doing this?" I laughed at his question. He was definitely close to sober now, the fear having had a great effect in waking his drunken mind up with a little dose of natural adrenaline quickening his now pounding heartbeat.
"Why? Because it's fun! Tell you what, I'm not so horrible as to kill you too quickly. I'll give you a little extra time than I originally intended. The rules stay the same. It wouldn't be any fun to change that. I'll give you six seconds to run. That's a whole second longer than I had in mind before. See? I'm so kind to give you that much, aren't I?" I giggled before continuing to talk. "I suggest you start running. You're time starts now~"
I waited out the six seconds patiently. I did say that I would give him that long, hadn't I? As I waited, I also listened. I knew his location by the sound of his footfalls. He wasn't very good at hiding. As I waited, I washed off the make-up from my face so that it no longer hid my pallor. I also took out those coloured contacts I had no need for other than as disguise and discarded them. I didn't bother with my hair. The six seconds were up by the time I had the contacts out.
Giggling madly, I followed the sound of fearful footfalls to hunt down my prey. He wouldn't be getting very far because the hallways were too confusing to navigate without keeping calm enough to actually notice one's surroundings. I caught sight of him within a minute and laughed.
"Tag, you're dead~!" I chimed cheerily as I sprung toward him with much energy, but I had scarcely made it halfway across the hall to him as he suddenly stopped just as he made to turn down an off-branching hallway. I stopped, narrowing my eyes as a low growl emitted from my throat. My prey had run right into a blade, a blade that was not mine. I glowered at the figure who peeked around the corner with his blade stuck fast into my prey's stomach. He smirked at me, that Glasgow Grin widening as he looked my way. "You stole it…You stole my prey!"