Prologue

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Prologue

A girl walked into the bathroom. The last few days I had been seeing what she did, and it wasn't good. She was pretty much the bitch that every school had. She picked on the people who were poorer, the people who had out of date clothes, and the people who were idiots who she thought were dumber than her. But in reality, they were much smarter than her.

She was fixing her fake blonde hair in the mirror to make it, undoubtedly perfect. It wasn't going anywhere though. She had put in enough hairspray to make Satan even stay still for a few years. It didn't even look natural. Her blonde hair and brown eyes couldn't have made her look more different. If she'd of had green, or blue eyes then the blonde hair would've had made more sense.

She now moved to her makeup case, which she had taken out of duffel bag. She had enough makeup on already, almost a little too much. What was I thinking? She had enough makeup on to supply a circus for a month. Her eyes could've just done the clowns.

Watching the girl I saw she was going to her bag again. This time though, she pulled out a set of clothes. They were her Cheer leading skirt and skin tight long sleeve shirt. Imagining her in it made my heart flutter, well if you want to call it a heart. So I waited.

The blonde went into the stall and came out in the skin tight cheer leading outfit. My heart stopped. She looked like my first victim, though that had been over a hundred years ago. Bloodlust was in my mind and that crazy feeling that I got whenever someone looked like she did now was creeping into my spine.

A knife suddenly jumped into my hand and my eyes went red. My black hair sparked out as though I'd been struck by lightning, and my normally pale skin turned to an ugly black with blue swirls. I was an ugly being and I had been able to kill people so well, that I had been able to kill for over five decades before I had been caught. Shivers ran down my back as I thought of the place I had been held for over 60 years.

Shaking away the shivers I took action and let my bloodthirstiness take charge. Nothing could be processed while I was letting my bloodthirstiness take control, and this time was no exception. When I was finally calmed down I was fine and my head was processing what happened.

Blood was dripping from the knife I was holding and it ran down in streams making it contrast beautifully against the blue swirls. I smiled at my handiwork then calmly I went out of the bathroom and headed outside. There I summoned the portal to the Netherworld and stepped through. The next time I would come up here, was when I decided I needed to kill someone again.

I waved at Earth then stepped through the portal imagining the next kill I would enthrall in. "Bye."

 

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Sory its short, but it will get better.

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