So. I don't know. This is either a prologue or a one shot. I might continue if enough people are interested..? We don't see enough murder here. Sorry? --- "Shh, shhh, calm down. I swear this wont hurt a bit." Melissa screamed into the gag in her mouth, her chair violently jerking forward as she tried to kick out at the masked person before her, the terrified squirming of her children fuelling a small adrenaline spike. "Do any of you really think I'd let you go now? You know who I am. Each of you was hard to drag onto these god damn chairs. Especially you, what with your little passenger Mel, for such a small blip, it sure makes you weigh a tonne." The figure circled around the small family, running their knife along the tear streaked faces of the eight and eleven year old boys. When she came to the twelve year old girl, a smirk formed as they tore a gash in her face. "Now, I can either kill all of you now, or break some skin. Though I need to be gone within the hour. So I think killing you will be best." The figure headed over to their bag, humming as they rifle through it. Holly, the twelve year old, started to cry harder than she was, as the figure stepped towards her mother with an empty syringe in their gloved hand. With a laugh, they pulled out the woman's lower lip, sliding the needle into a vein and slowly injecting air into the vein. One by one, each child had the same thing done to them, leaving them confused and whimpering. At least, until the figure spoke as they slung their bag over their shoulder. "Injecting air into the bloodstream may not seem deadly, but once that air hits your heart, you'll be in a lot of pain. Just a shame your other daughter isn't home, she'd be a lot more fun." With that, they exited the back door, leaving the panicked family to die. - The next morning, the murderer saw the headline on a café television, a small smirk playing on their lips. Family of four found dead in their own home, police suspect murder. They fear, this might just be the beginning. The killer took a sip of their coffee, a voice laughing in their head. They have no idea.
I really like this. It's a lot different from the usual genre, and pretty well-written. I only noticed a few small mistakes that could be fixed with another proofread.️ Keep going! I'd love to read more.