《Fais Toi Plaisir》Chapter 2: Tears of Blood
Advertisement
Reimi has been in the States for a week. The poor girl she picked is currently in agony.
She cut her tongue off. Apparently the girl kept screaming and being noisy. So she went to snip them. She also forced her to drink fresh lemon. My sister is brutal.
Scarily so. My target was “accidentally” killed in a crash.
Reimi and I were admitted to a military school once.
We both got kicked out for misbehaving. By that, I mean we killed an instructor in broad daylight. Uncle Von got us out and we continued killing more.
During my time in the police academy, Reimi was doing some assassination jobs from Uncle.
I wanted a bit of quiet and Reimi wanted more action.
We were opposites. Reimi had jobs all over the world.
“Reimi, what happened in Ireland during your job?” I asked.
She explained that she was caught by the mafia.
Reimi used her abilities for money.
I used mine for my own gain.
With 20 kills in my name, and 46 on Reimi’s.
Uncle Von really wants me to kill more.
It’s a hobby, not work.
After a month, I got a promotion in the department.
Higher salaries and more jobs.
I got called out to a crime scene. Blunt trauma to the ribs and knees. Making the victim weak. The fatal attack was a machete to the neck, almost decapitating the victim.
The victim was the local cashier at the mall. Killer had low standards, but a strong arm.
Reimi joined me in the search. She was proficient in finding people.
The department had a meeting with Reimi’s findings.
The Killer was 42 years old, Michael Pofa.
I headed out first. 25 Minute ride from the department to his house.
On my way to the suspect, I passed a familiar person.
Advertisement
A former classmate at the police academy.
I was surprised she isn’t in the department. She was homeless.
The world was unfair.
I arrived at the suspect’s house and kicked down the door.
He was sitting there, panicked.
I grabbed him and broke his arm in two. Pulled him out of the house and threw him on the lawn.
The department and Reimi arrived an hour too late.
I beat Michael so bad, he was on the verge of death.
I got apprehended by my own colleagues. Got out after a day or two. Bailed by Uncle Von.
Uncle was disappointed. I got consumed by my bloodlust.
“I gave Reimi her jobs for her to control hers.” Uncle explained.
I apparently picked up this bloodlust from Mom. That was the reason she was tasked in cleaning.
I left the department and did my own thing.
I became a serial killer. Donning the same thing they called Dad.
The Prideful.
The three of us agreed that Uncle would continue giving jobs to Reimi, and I would be left alone. Killing.
We agreed. The three of us separated and did our own thing.
I left the States and went place to place. It was kind of fun and boring.
A repetitive cycle of death everywhere I go.
Missing people's papers all around. I once held a police captive in the department itself.
He was found mentally unstable after a day later. I left my brand there. A blood handprint. They won’t find any prints anyways. My fingers are burnt.
Acting like a normal person isn’t hard work, just don’t mind your conscience. Having a weak mind is not a good thing if you will become a serial killer.
I went place to place trying to be Dad’s copycat. Sure enough, the police have been on toll.
Advertisement
On my way to my rented apartment, I came across a box with a dog in it. I took it in, fed it, and left it in a dog shelter. Caring for a dog with my current job is a racket.
I slept the day away. Woke up, and found the city I’m in filled with wanted posters. I felt proud.
As a message for the city, I killed a café worker outside her work. Moonbucks makes good coffee, but the people who work there aren’t all positive. The person I picked served me coffee once. Stingy eyes.
Smacked her on the head with a flashlight, forcefully pushed a coffee cup down the throat. Slit the sides of the mouth. Finally, I ended it with a swift cut on the stomach. I carved the words; fierté, on the body.
I walked away and cleaned myself. I watched from afar when the police were at the scene. Stayed there for a minute or two before leaving. I went to the store and bought a trench coat and more knives. Killing makes some of my knives become dull. I left the city later that night.
I had a cruise to take, my next stop was Morocco. Before going to the pier, I had to hide my knives in my bag. The police aren’t smart enough to search bags anyway.
“Starship Cruise will be leaving in two hours, all passengers please board the ship”
Staying on a cruise for a week. Not bad at all. Staying in first class would be easy. I shouldn’t try to kill anyone.
With 300 passengers and one of them died, everyone would be a suspect. I can’t have that attention.
I boarded the ship after a 10-minute line. I walked around the ship trying to find my room. This damn cruise is just a 5-star hotel on water. Took me a long time to find my room. I should stop by the bar and get a drink.
I’m just a one-man army. I did see a group of marines boarding earlier than any of us. Military mission in Morocco, perhaps?
My pass says Coil than Cole. That misspelling of my name could come in handy.
“Hey, trenchy.”
Great. Another annoying person, or should I say, people.
A group of three drunk men.
“Look, you don’t want to do this,” I reassured.
They thought of that as an insult. The first guy ran and tried to punch me. Grabbed his arm and broke it. The other two ran away.
What cowards. Don’t pick a fight you can’t handle.
“Hey, drunk.”
I said before kicking him on the chin, knocking him out.
Hard to control bloodlust. If I killed him there would have been 50 witnesses.
He should be alone at the clinic later.
Poor guy won’t know what will hit him.
Advertisement
The Dark Lord Gillian - Tales of Prompted Madness (Complete)
There's an evil wizard. A dark knight. An elf with a shovel. There's a dude with a car. And there is a lot of just complete and total chaos. ... As an explanation for those mildly interested or mildly confused: this is a story that was crafted from the beloved-madness that is r/writingprompts. From one prompt, to the next prompt, to the next, with no other way to progress except taking a new prompt and using it. Far as stories go, this one was spawned by a mix of blind-clicks, and dice-rolls, more than any true selection process. Fantasy driven, it was written mostly in my spare hours between work-projects and on lunch breaks (whenever I was lucky enough to get those) by clicking on reddit writingprompts that I could find within those windows of time. Title is notable cliche, and I'm far more than just open to alternative suggestions. This story is complete and will by copied and pasted in with minimal to no clean-up. It will not be held to much in the way of quality standards. So if you have corrections, just keep that in mind... But, on the brighter-side of things, there will be an awful lot of it. Apologies ahead of time.
8 184Blank: a Story of Good Intentions
Many Millennia ago in a time of peace and innovation, a disaster of epic proportions, known as the Great Reverse, ravaged the world. The details remain vague, but humanity was once again thrown into the disorder and chaos. Under the mysterious circumstances, they reclaimed an ability that was once long lost to them, the restored ability to wield magic. Thus a period of great prosperity and enlightenment swept over the world. With the help of magic, humanity reclaimed its throne above the world's other inhabitants and created civilizations almost as grand and extravagant as the kingdoms and republics of the past. But with every piece of innovation, arises a piece of chaos. The Great Reverse gave rise to horrendous and terrifying creatures. Not much is known about them, because their very nature makes them hard to study. It is believed that they arise from human turmoil itself. They have tangible bodies, but they're mercurial and erratic. Additionally their sole purpose of life is to instill despair within the world. They are those who walk through the night with no soul, no heat, no individual thought. The story follows siblings Tom and Sally Blanc, who train to become slayers, or 'Knights' and quickly learn the hardships of their line of work.
8 162Undying Alchemist
Sebian reached the peak of his world, only to be banished from it by the so-called god. Stripped of his cultivation, he was thrown bare and naked to another world, with nothing but his vast knowledge. Making use of the handy curses that the fake god gave him, Sebian will regain his title as the strongest alchemist to ever (always) live!
8 154Hightailing It
A simple story about a kobold, a dungeon, and making the best decisions ever. Story is written in 1st Person PoV.
8 138NCT 19th Member
Park Dae-Yun, better known as Davie, is the 19th member of NCT and the only member of the sub-unit NCT Solo. How will she deal with living and being in a band with 18 boys? How will the boys react to being so close to the world of a woman?Best Rankings:#5 in dream#8 in nctu #14 in rose#30 in crush#7 in vision
8 265My Funtime Fred
You are eighteen years old and you found yourself in a pizzeria. You find wonderful animatronics and make great friends. Then one catches your eyes. You start to have feelings for this one. Oh! And just saying... this one is an animatronic bear.(I am sorry for my cringe-nessJk I'm not)
8 120