Hullo, first chapter of my new novel, I am excited to see whether i can actually put in an effort for something for once in my life but we can only found out as time moves on. I hope I am at least decent but i really can't judge myself > ~

Emily was bored... there was no other way to put it, she was mind numbingly, excruciatingly bored. She was waiting in one of her special alleys as always, looking for some dumb bimbo to trap, skin and add to her collection. But today there was only business men and drunk assholes, she was so bored right now she would go for anyone. She couldn't go out in public anymore because some wiseass detective managed to figure out who she was but Emily could outsmart the police for as long as she wanted.

"Should have stayed home dammit" she said, it was a Sunday so there weren't many buisness men to torture

Just as she started to turn around to head back until she heard an arrogant voice call out...

"Eh, sweetheart come' ere for your daddy'', she slowly turned around to see a fuckwit twig with oily hair and a smell like a dead ferret.

Inside Emily started laughing to herself, truly a godsend for her to end up with a dumb ass ready to skin, honestly he was just serving himself on a silver platter. Now she needed to lure him to the back of the alley where she could remain undisturbed for her 'session with the doctor'.

Luckily Emily always thought she had relatively good looks, she had pitch black hair and green eyes that contrasted nicely with her pale skin she got from being in dark rooms a lot, although the blood stains were easier to get rid of than pale skin.

Her looks were one of her main weapons to hunt her lovely victims. But for each victim she had to play her cards right and get a read on their personality, whether someone wanted to be hero and rescue a damsel in distress or prey on some poor girl, her other weapons came into view with her acting skills and and what she had studied on psychology, she was well informed on the subject. For this Mr. Twiggy the answer was quite obvious, he want to be the villain.

''Ah, I'm sorry I really need to go please excuse me'' [Emily]

She used her specially dubbed 'weak ass princess' voice which seemed to bring out every thugs fantasies. He stepped in front of her after she turned to walk away.

"Where you going sweetheart? Aren't you going to have fun with daddy here?" it seems the twig was falling into her trap, humans were too easy to manipulate these days.

"Oh, please sir let me leave"

He pulled out a knife and pressed against her back, "C'mon sweetheart we can have some fun and no one needs to get hurt"

Emily could not help but think how perfectly this was going, this dumbass probably thought just because he had a knife the world was his oyster. As soon as he 'backed' her into the alley she grabbed his shoulders and rammed him against the wall, she had always had a special kind of inhuman strength which does explain the Bunny Bashing incident when she was 5.

Emily saw confusion and a hint of panic in the man's eyes which just got her even more excited. She pulled out her favourite knife, it had an odd black marble handle that was smooth and held a comforting weight that supported a dark grey blade she sharpened every night with the utmost care, as soon as she pulled it out she saw the realisation and terror in the oily twigs eyes, it was his fault, if he wanted to be her daddy that she make him look like her daddy, which is to say skinned and disembowelled on the neighbours lawn, courtesy to Emily. She slowly drew the knife above his eyeball and stabbed it right into the middle...

AAAAAAAAAAAA

Ahh... the sounds of a squealing pig truly is pleasing to the ears while she stabbed into the eye again, and again, and again, the twigs eyeball was now a now a soup like consistency, he was openly weeping with the remaining eye. She drew her knife towards the ears and sliced one clean off which was slightly dissatisfying but the blood loss was not small now. Now that the twig was now half blind and deaf but he seemed to be making too many sounds so the tongue next! At first of course he wasn't willing to comply to opening his mouth but after dislocating his jaw he seemed ready to comply

"it's not like he had a choice Emily" When Emily heard the voice she stopped slicing Twiggy's tongue into tiny pieces and feeding them to him and paused.

"Who are you?"

"Well I'm God, I thought that would be an obvious conclusion with having a voice in your head"

"Not especially"

"Anyway Emily, we need to talk"

"Shi-" was Emily's last thought before she blacked out, when she awoke she was standing in a pure white room, she stood out with the blood on her clothes

She then noticed a man who was gorgeous beyond compare, he had snow white hair with grey eyes that looked like they had lightening flashing within them, they seemed too old for someone with his young face, he looked to be the same age as her. Emily had never had much of an interest in men except for the ones she dissected, but God's chiseled face and permanent smirk may have had her re-thinking a lot of life choices, certainly not the ones about killing people, those were her best moments.

"Interesting... " Emily mused, a slight pevertedness crept into her voice.

God's eye twitched. He didn't seem happy with the unenthusiastic comment that felt like it was for perverted reasons, he was half tempted to cover himself with his hands, even though he had clothes on.

"I gotta ask one question before we start whatever this is... Is this about the rabbit? Because that's its fault for getting more attention than it deserved"

"Not everything is about the rabbit Emily my god"

"HA, I MADE GOD USE HIS NAME IN VAIN"

"Congradulations Emily, congradu-fucking-lations"

For the first time in a long while, God looked amused.