Y/N POV:
"Ring around the Rosie." I sang lightly while dragging the bloody axe through the quiet halls of my next victim's mansion.
"Pockets full of posey." I sang through my mask, axe still in my hand.
"Ashes..." I started off while entering the master bedroom.
I could hear the heavy breaths of my next victim inside his closet. I could have easily blown his brains out from outside the closet but. Where's the fun in that?
"Ashes..." I whispered while stepping in front of the closet.
I bend down a little so that I'm looking straight in his eyes throw the little gaps in the closet.
"We all fall..." I gripped my axe tightly and put my hand on the closet door nob.
"Down!" I yelled.
In less than five seconds I open the closet door and swung the axe towards the man.
He stood there with a shocked looked on his face before his head slid of his neck and his decapitated body dropped on the floor, spraying blood all over me and my bloody mask.
Out of the 5 people I killed today, killing that douche bag was the most fun.
I slipped off my mask letting my thick dreads fall on my shoulders.
I looked down proudly at my work making a huge smile creep across my face.
I took the recording tape out my pocket and put it inside one of the coat pockets that were inside the closet.
I left the mansion and walked out to Trevor waiting for me in a black Chevy.
Once I got in the car he looked at me with disgust.
"God Y/N, I know you be having fun out there but you ain't gotta be so damn messy." He asked starting the car up.
"Seeing the blood splatter on me is one of the most funniest parts bro." I said smiling and throwing my bloody bunny mask in the back seat.
Lemme introduce myself.
The names Y/N Williams, I'm Wayne William great great granddaughter.
My whole family is ashamed to be to related to him. But me?
I'm ashamed of the fact that he killed little kids but I'm not mad that he killed at all.
From experience, the first 2 times I killed. It became felt addicting.
Like a drug.
The world knows me as the Laughing Reaper. Or Karma's Angel.
Remember that tape I put inside one of the coats pockets?
Yeah that's a recording of me laughing hysterically.
(40-1:28, you honestly don't have to listen. Just imagine the joker laughing hysterically)
I've been to almost every state killing approximately 60 people.
I'm probably the most impressive serial killer out there, and I'm only 19. I've been doing this for 4 years.
I've never been caught once.
I try my best not to kill innocent and nice people.
I kill rapists, racist people, murders who kill innocent people, and more disgusting people like that.
The dude I just killed sold his daughter to a pedophile as a sex slave.
The girl is safe now and the pedophile was the dude I killed before the guy I decapitated.
I don't kill because I want to rid bad people of this world.
I kill because it's fun.
The fact that I have the power to decide whether if someone can live or die makes me feel awesome.
I'm sneaky to the point where no one could figure out my identity but bold to the point where people know that the Laughing Reaper took part in whatever murder.
There's not one crime scene where I haven't put my laughing tape.
Ya see, the tape starts to play exactly half and hour after I committed the murder.
It's on a 4 hour loop.
By the time the police comes the tape starts playing loudly, and it sounds like it's coming from multiple directions.
It's quite an impressive invention when you think about it.
One of my best friends, Willow created it for me and a whole lot of other cool inventions as well.
When I was 16 and I got my first kill the first person I called was Kehlani.
And from that point on Kehlani taught me how to be sneaky, how to hid bodies, and how to cover my tracks.
Whilst Trevor taught me how to be manipulative if I ever got caught. And all the best weapons to use.
Kehlani and Trevor are both in a assassin association called "Ruthless Ravens".
I'm apart of it too but I only work for the biggest buyers.
I've had a murderous mind since I was 5 when I decapitated all of my teddy bears.
My family caught on to this a assumed it was Wayne's spirit making me like him.
Due to fear, they put me up for adoption.
I became apart of an abusive family.
Much like my great great grandfather, they found joy in hurting kids.
They hired gay men to rape me, I was only allowed to take baths and occasionally they would drop a toaster in the tub electrocuting me.
Burn me, cut me, yelled slurs at me, punched, kicked. You name it, they probably did it.
One day they found my notebook, in that notebook I wrote down various ways I would kill them and other people from school.
They planned to cut my... extra part off.
Cutting one of my body parts off was low for me, so the only way I thought to stop them was killing them.
So.... I did.
I hanged them while cutting off the man's dick and the women's boobs. All while laughing.
I still have the video.
Those were my first two kills and it felt exhilarating.
That was the day I became the Laughing Reaper.
"Yo, we here." Trevor said pointing at the cabin and breaking me out of my thoughts.
We got out the car and walked into the cabin.
Zendaya, Kehlani, Willow, and Dinah had there suit cases.
"Eww back the fuck up. Go hose yourself off in the back." Willow said holding her nose.
I rolled my eyes. She doesn't do well around blood.
"Fine, but somebody please bring me a change of clothes." I said walking into the backyard.
I stripped from the black jumpsuit I was wearing and hosed all the blood off me.
Zendaya came out with some clothes for me which I quickly changed into.
Once I was done, I walked back into the house and grabbed my suit case.
That dude that sold his daughter was kill 64 and currently we're in Arizona.
"The private jet has already landed. We need to go like now." Zendaya said putting her phone away.
We all got into Trevor's black Tesla and drove to the airport.
As soon as I got into my seat on the plane next to Kehlani, I plugged my headphones into my air and something random by boogie wit da hoodie started playing.
Goodbye Arizona and here we come Florida.
Your in for a rude awakening.
(I couldn't wait to publish this book so I'm posting chapter one now.)