Revision: Killers.
P.O.V: Third Person
————————————————————–
5 Killers.
1 Goal: To eliminate each other.
Midnight Devil. The silent killer takes on a innocent appearance, but don’t be fooled by her. She is far from innocent; but she is fair. She will ask you one question, answer that correctly and congratulations, she won’t kill you. But answer it wrong and meet the faith of her bloodied blade. Her questions are specific, designed to fit whoever her victim is. You can’t outrun her, she’s familiar with every part of the city-area and can easily track you down.
Bloodied Boy. Similar to Blood Mary but definitely not to be mistaken with. A howl will give you a clear warning that he’s near, so, if you hear a howl you better run. He won’t say anything but slowly approach you, the closer he gets, the louder the howls get. His name was given to him by his appearance; a face and body that was blood-stained as if mauled by wolves. If he gets too close; well. You know the drill.
The Mastermind. A highly intelligent murderer. He takes the appearance of what seemed to be a male version of Hachishakusama–the eight feet tall woman–he keeps his files discreet; no one knows much about him since he works alone, and other than the body, he leaves no trace. He was reported of being sighted by children in playgrounds; since they’re easy targets. He’s cunning, but an oddity from afar because of his extra height. So if you see someone way taller than average; don’t juggle your chances.
Pyro. Coming from the word: ‘fire’, this blood-lust driven boy takes the appearence of what seems to be an all black figure, a cloak straps his shoulders. The cloak is said to be fire-proof; as his killing method is scorching his victims. He carries a lighter and small tub of gasoline wherever he goes, but it won’t be easy to spot him as he always ventures out at night, when it’s dark. Citizens report that he might work with the Midnight Devil as he always seems to appear right after she strikes, but some also say against it; thinking that it’s his way of framing her for more murder.
The Singer. Her past is fairly accurate in comparison to The White Death–a girl who killed everyone who knew of her– but Singer only hated her voice. Her songs sound like Sirens, perfect in pitch and hypnotising. But the softer the singing gets...the closer she is. She hates people hearing her sing; though she loves the activity, she can’t stand having even one person listen. So if you suddenly hear the song stop...run.
All things get annoying someday. And soon, the killers were ticked off that they’d have to be assumed and partnered with people even THEY didn’t know. It was ridiculous.
People would mistake them for teaming up or planning some sort of Hell-zone for the civilians. It was fun at first, getting all that attention; but now it was time to end the rumours.
First Night was supposedly Ms.Midnight’s.
She heard about the different places she could look to find her targets, and so, soon walked up to a old, dull, rickety playground with nearly decaying equipment.
Setting up questions in her mind, she ventured fearlessly forth towards the towering figure. He was shadowy; head hanging low so the girl couldn’t identify him but she could tell from afar he meant trouble.
”MasterMind.” She greeted with a bright smile that shone by the help of the luminous moonlight. She was far shorter, and so had to tilt her head upwards; but that only aided her facade. The night passed and no luck was sacrificed to the second youngest of Killers. MasterMind has gotten the answer right, and doing what she usually does; she left without a word.
Second Night was assigned to Bloodied Boy. His target was Singer. He heard her echoes of pure symphony, but had gotten restless after being entranced by it countless number of times. He tiptoed, listening closely to the bouncing voice.
Abruptly standing, he felt dizzy. His head swirled along with his stomach acid pushing waves up and down. Captivated by the ache, Bloodied hadn’t noticed that her singing had stopped. A hand gripped his blood-coated hair; pulling it back harshly as a dagger pressed against his adam’s apple.
“My..my, arent you ugly?” Singer cooed in his ear. Struggling to both breathe and keep himself awake, the scarred boy thrusted backwards into her stomach. The push was so violent, he managed to shove the girl to the ground.
He couldn’t continue like this. Not being able to catch his breath was one issue; literally tiptoeing on the tightrope of consciousness was another. It would be nearly impossible for either of them; so he darted off back to his hide out in the charred night.
652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhly5nrY6PN
Now you’re wondering; Pyro has no partner? Well..no. Not really. He was supposed to have the third night, but after hearing about the previous incidents, he was skeptical.
Deciding on the most harmless of the death-bringers. Midnight was just on her laptop, watching random videos because hey, even murders gotta have fun. Suddenly a faint smell of smoke reeked through her apartment.
Bright yellows and oranges licked at her feet. A throat was cleared and all actions halted, “Well, you’re Midnight, are you?” The boy grinned ear to ear; it was the perfect mix of psychotic and pleasure. She smiled in return, flaunting a so-said innocence, “And you must be Pyro! I heard a lot about you.” She giggled.
Pyro was taken aback, surely he was in the house of the actual killer right? Not just some sick cosplay. But she looked so..pure and vulnera— no..it can’t be. He put out the trail of flame as the youngest sent her a concerned gaze, “What have you heard about me?” He queried, she smiled, “A lot of things.” the plain reply was a bit of a sting, but he still had suspicions.
“Pyro? You’re smart right? Answer this for me.” She stated, her head hung low, as if there were no muscles in her neck. The boy stepped forward, nodding his head. “Am I innocent..?” He froze. Opening his mouth; words cowered in his voice box. Then fear contorted into mania as he snarled, “Yes.”
Her head perked up, wavy ebony hair draped like a curtain so it covered one of her hazel eyes, “Do you want to die?” She challenged, analysing and visualing every movement the bait made. With open arms, a sneaky remark slithered, “Try me.” He demanded.
But Midnight was smarter, she knew very well of his cloaks mysterious ability, and so had scissors with her at all times. She rose from her seat, hands laced behind her back as she tip toed towards him. “Again. Do you. Want to die?” She asked, she wanted to give him a chance, since he was the youngest of the 5, but Pyro’s expression said otherwise.
She flung her arms around the boy’s neck, slithering them tighter; pulling him straight into her trap. Her pure aura had melted away and she was now what she had truly become. The poor child was perplexed. He did state that he wasnt afraid but that didnt stop the utter confusion clouding his mind.
He fell into a daze as the maiden cut his cloak in two. She ripped the various chunks and patterns of fabric. Eyes travelling up the younger’s feet to his eyes again; she laughed a bit, to think someone younger than her could beat her in such a game was charming!
Pyro scurried off, but what Midnight had not noticed was that he had left a tracker on her. It was an AI, or, Artificial Intelligent being that had clung to her arm as she pulled him in. Nights went on about various methods of elimination and removal, but none emerged successful.
652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcPhlhcqzJ4
”Can I ask you a question? Yes or No?”
”Did you hear me singing?”
”Im very tall, 8ft in fact.”
”I’d like to make you look like a wolf meat, would you?”
”Ill find you, dont worry about that..”
People started noticing how less bloodshed occured over the last month. They wondered, what had driven off all their famous killers?
652Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8sPU8x1nmq
But in reality, the killers had split themselves in teams.
Midnight and Singer formed a duo, they labelled it as: ‘Mid-Song’ and legend says that if you hear her song stop. A petite girl will find you, approaching from behind tapping your shoulder before placing forth her question. If youre right, Singer will kill you. If youre wrong, Midnight will, it was a no escape situation.
The boys, on the other hand, had formed a trio: ‘Pyro Blood Master’
The group was beautifully split between intelligence, accuracy and violence. It wasnt easy to run from them, take it as a warning sign when you hear howls from any direction, they will just get louder as they get closer..bewarned, as soon as you see MasterMind, YOU HAVE. TO. RUN. Its impossible to escape Pyro, flames will engulf you and you’d be burnt to a crisp.
Murder rating raised dramatically during that season, no specific dates or nights were assigned by either group, all they knew was that they had to defeat the opposite gender.
So soon enough, they found themselves meeting again.
But this time...
It was gonna be different...
Oh yes, this time..
Someone..
Was gonna die.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
