Act VII: Revolution, Chapter V: Clowns
August 7th, 2030
Lois Harrison carried her green backpack. Said backpack contained murder tools galore, a portable access pass to massacres if she so desired. Heard Luan Loud and killed and killed again and killed three times and over in huge, fangirling honor for that one she considered her idol. Killed in the name of that psychopath who'd been detained but had somehow escaped. Lois ran through the streets in a plain white tee and a plaid skirt, laughing and giggling to herself without control. She did so because she had just finished another family slaying. The Broader household on Furen Court, third one of the rotation. Both parents with throats stabbed to nothing, and a young child with... Well, the scene would be more heartbreaking for the clean-up crew, and Lois had lost her mind that she held nothing of her bloody creativity back.
Such was a teenager with great insanity who needed to be stopped. Meanwhile, as she entered the heart of her town, the pro-pheno movement had halted the day to protest against the facility Kapacity Korp. Lois had stopped her running, and by then, she was dripping in sweat, her white tee earning an outline of her smelly liquid essence. What is this I see before me? A protest for what?
For one thing, Lois had been out of the news, pursuing only to accomplish surpassing the serial killers with high kill counts to date. She could do it, as long as she ran far from the crime scenes immediately after she murdered. The only flaw she put into account was that they'd know it was her who was on a road trip of death. Cousins, aunts and uncles, plus every other blood relative would be taken in and asked to give all info they could on her. That's mainly why she was going about it at random. Zigzag lines cross-country, marking off a house and then changing directions fast.
Lois saw the first fifteen people of the crowd break through the glass and barge in. Seconds later, a brigade of gunfire echoed from the building, muzzle flashes rapidly forming around. The protesters moved away from the entrance, guiding and yelling to each other to take cover. Lois herself had grown curious but alarmed; the shooting had happened, meaning cops would be coming around. And then, as she began to turn away from this wondrous scene, one protester had gone to their white Sedan, opened the truck and took out a sawed-off shotgun that alarmed her but made the crowd form again, cheering and compelling the gun-toting protester to claim the property. "Eh?"
More gunfire happened, and more of these rioters charged with more courage (they believed they were safe behind Mister Shotgun). Lois took interest in the ensuing bloodbath; surely there were bodies lined up already, meanwhile the firefight continued to rage on in one of the Kapacity Korp checkpoints. Not long after, the street was barren, and the shooting had stopped. Lois crossed the street over and sped closer so that she could see the facility from a safer position. And when she was aligned to it, she could see the red alarm lights and a faint siren blare from deep inside. These lights flashed away to show bodies of the dying in cold blood. No, they weren't dead, they were still in the process of dying.
She waited to bolt the second her ears picked up the undeniable sound of patrol sirens, but for a long minute, there was nothing. She moved in closer along with three other bystanders who weren't afraid to approach the commotion anymore. Naturally, they started to film the gruesome scene, but Lois became attracted to the carnage and was curious about what was happening deeper inside. Three steps passing the reception area and she heard a shotgun go off, and she could only assume it was the rioters taking down the last of the security. From where she stood, she saw a couple of security guys as well, two of which had lost their faces, leaving only holes of flesh and blood pouring out of them. A grisly scene. Still no sirens, but the onlookers stayed before entering past the reception area. Lois went and got lost in her mind, oblivious to the world around, including the others behind that called out to her to keep her from going.
Lois entered the staff-only section of the facility, driving her backpack in front of her. She pulled out a kitchen knife, readying it for some serious action when she should have just beat it out of there and left the place. On the other hand, cops might have major problems than a runaway psychopath girl on the loose when she compared herself to this. As if the riots of the past decade weren't bad enough. No, more like... Something was drawing her here. As insane as it might have been, with no logical sense but some calling she picked up on from this inexplicable sixth sense, Lois raced down to the end of the empty hallway, right down to the staircase. Down she went, hearing the commotion picking up and finally seeing these aggressive, bloodthirsty rioters at the sub-level below, where they cornered the last of the Kapacity Korp staff and security, two of them being heavily wounded and bleeding away. Lois was behind the thick crowd, unable to take a look. Cursed her height, even. They paid her no mind, even when she was there holding a bloodied-up kitchen blade. The shouting and clamoring for the surrender or otherwise, and these rather violent strangers were more than willing to go otherwise. Lois raised the knife at them, wondering, just wondering if she could kill any single one of them while they faced away from her. One would die and she'd run right off- but there was more to this than just a measly murder. This madness, it peaked her interest. Surely she had to know what this was! And with an unhappy moan, she made up her sick mind and lowered the knife.
Then, someone had seemingly access to an explosive device that it went off, shook the room, and obliterated half the people inside. Lois fell back, and, with the knife in her hand, she fell on it to have it impale itself right on the side of her parallel leg, going past the layer of skin. She hollered out along with the other injured victims, many of them having burned skin and fragments of metal piercing them. Lois had been just saved by a taller man who had been killed by shrapnel instantly. The knife... It moved on its own for just a...!
Lois yanked the knife back out, causing her to bleed away. She kept one hand above the wound and decided it was time to go. She limped it back away from the room, closely followed by some survivors of the blast, two of them succumbing to their wounds before they reached the stairwell, and that's when Lois began to know what it meant to be afraid. The massive slit-shaped wound on her made her squirm and turn and shriek away while she cupped her mouth with the other hand. Fuck the knife, forget the knife- now she had to escape away from there.
And what should she find awaiting her but a middle-aged woman she'd never met before? This woman with fresh scars around her face in a random pattern. Newly created wounds with dark-red blood around them. The woman was smiling in a deranged sort of fashion that would have given any other person the creeps. Lois found herself aroused maniacally, heart beating high and wild in the presence of Laika Letenko. "Oh, redhead!"
"You, killer girl!" Laika beckoned to her. "Need you!"
"Need me? Need me for-?" The hands of two people slapped upon both her shoulders, leading her away with her own arms locked with their elbows. And she continued to bleed, her body acting against her yet. "My wound!"
"We fix you if work for us," Laika promised with her thick Russian accent.
Lois lightly fought back until she saw the deadly, fiery eyes of the Letenko woman; she instantly saw the eyes of the devil, a greater force of sinister cruelty, looking back at her. "I'm listening..."
"Good, she needs to rebuild the very team she lost," Allie Taggart, guiding Lois on her left, whispered strictly in her ear. One of her eyes was covered by a black patch over a piece pf cloth. "And who better than us psychopaths who went unnoticed in her past?"
On Lois' other side, Gloom licked her lips, thinking of all the flesh she could eat as a delicious buffet. "The faster, the better. Long live the pliers, or whatever."
"Who are you?"
"Names not important now," Laika pushed away, holding her hand out. "Welcome to the New Primers."
Elsewhere
Luan Loud stayed in place in the furthest corner far beneath the world of light. The shadows covered her. The people would not find her. The glimmer of the knife went unnoticed when the sun hovered over. The area was infinite but of a lonely atmosphere. It was the space above. Stars and zero gravity, that's what this place was. An abandoned train station was where this was. Glass molded, wide-open door rusted since years, in the making. Bolts and hinges coming off- a miracle it hadn't happened yet.
And Luan Loud wasn't moving at all. She bled out weeks ago, body still decomposing as of yet. The knife stayed lodged in her body, just below the chest, and the blood stain beneath her had dried up. She left no message to inform the finders of her body as to why, she believed it simply didn't matter in the end. Those days had been over, the Loud family had long since died. It had been her time to go.
It had been her choice to suicide in the end. But her head hung low; even in death, Luan was still a sad, lonely soul.