Horror/Humor? ---- "Your job is to assasinate the entire area. The total of people you need to kill: 300." "Understood." Lurking in the shadows were two figures. No one dared call them human, for their soul and desire were far from a human's. They bare their teeth in hatred, and bloodlust clouds their eyes and mind. They're masochistic, they want to hear you scream... "Die." Knife plunged, the victim screams as her predator takes it in leisurely, licking his lips and knofe as the fresh blood stains his tounge. He inhales the midnight scent and plunges it in again. His prey's going limp, her body being drained of life and hope. "Goodnight, little one." A terrifying shriek and and a sadistic snicker made the cats turn around, seeing nothing after. ---- "Good job. Here's your pay." "Yes... Sir." I took my pay silently, and walked back home silently. "..." My apartment was quaint and quiet as I stepped in the shower, washing all the dired blood off. Tonight's little treat was delicious. The blood tasted of cinnamon and apples. Tomorrow's catch would be better and sweeter, I hope. This was life, and it was fun to live it. "Tonight's massacre consisted of 300 people. We ask you to stay indoors tomorrow, and take caution. This psychopathic freak of nature is a sadist-" ... If they only knew. ---- Chapter 1? It's called the Massacre for a reason. Beware, later chapters consists of... gore? I'll make it as clean as possible, but the plot's main characters are a girl and a guy. Obviously the guy's a masochist, and blah blah blah...
------ "Mercedes. It's your job to track the psychopath and kill him." "Understood." Life was at risk. I nodded foolishly, not knowing what would come soon. "The psychopath's previous name was Marcus. Marcus Greene. His current name is an alias, which is 'The Masochist'. Age 18. Mercedes, our previous agents lost their lives looking for this info. Take care, and Godbless." I nodded and took the files away. --- Short.... Updatee...
----- "... I hate my job." I glared at my cat, Nissa, and sat tied up in the alleyway. Poising as a victim was a ridicule thing to do, I could be killed! But, hey. They risked their life for me, gotta repay them some way... "... HISSSSS..." Nissa's fur stood up straight and I gasped, trying to wirm an struggle out of the ropes. It was all an act obviously, until I looked at the psychopath. He was... Hideous. His mask that concealed his real face was demented and could give you vivid nightmares. "Hide, Nissa!" ---- "..." I looked at the victim in awe. She wasn't beautiful like most of my female victims, she was gorgeous. "Um... Why are you staring at me like that?" "Because, you're going to die tonight, and I'm taking in every single detail of you so I won't miss it when I slit your throat open." She winced and stuck her tounge out at the thought and I grew amused of this little girl. "So I'm that memorable?" "Darling, I remember every victim I've killed in the past five years. I'm not going to miss you for sure..." I sounded suggestive and I mentally slapped myself for it. I wasn't going to seduce her or flirt with her during the job, that would be considered slacking off and I'd be fired. My lifelong profession, that's what. "Oh, but what if you suddenly forget...?" The look on her face was like she felt heartbroken, and I smirked at her expression. "Don't worry. I'll be extra careful to take it all in..." She sighed then looked down. She was a curious creature and I snickered at the thought. She suddenly raised her head up and pouted, and it made my flinch. She was... What most say, chimerical. But she wasn't an object to oogle at... Or so I think. "If you want to die a slow and painful death, keep doing that." "But a slow and painful death is one you'll remember me by most... Right?" The girl smiled and then looked up at me. "Can we keep this conversation going? If I'm going to die tonight, at least make it an interesting one. I was never a person to enjoy mundane talkativities. It bores me." I could relate to this girl. She was so queer and idiotic it makes her look... Adorable. I couldn't resist taking her home, could I? "Hmm..." I felt excited at the thought of having some mindless slave I could hurt then bandage up and hurt again. Endless nights of plunging the knife in spots that aren't vital nor fatal. It was thrilling. I'd say yes to that, and my superior wouldn't give a damn. "This won't be your last onversation, you know." "I guess not..." "Hurry up. I'm taking you back." ---- I shook my head, dismissing the thought of running away. This man was interesting and I can sure as hell defend myself from a stupid knife. I didn't mind, nor will my boss. He's always talking about risking your lfe in a mission, and I'm sure a hell going to enjoy talking to him. Nissa can take the info back anyway. "Fine..." ---- .-.
Knife plunged, the victim screams as her predator takes it in leisurely, licking his lips and knofe as the fresh blood stains his tounge. He inhales the midnight scent and plunges it in again. His prey's going limp, her body being drained of life and hope.
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