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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

You're All The Same

Really, nothing pisses me off more than a fucking pawn who thinks he's the shit. You don't get it. Ha! You just don't understand anything! Hahahahaha!!! Oh, but you're not here to listen to the ramblings of a lunatic, are you? Not worth your time? Pft! Whatever. Save your cryptic bullshit for someone who gives a fuck.

I've been sticking to a trail in the mountain area of god-knows-where-the-hell-I-am. There have been a few abandoned buildings here with active utilities. Just like that motel. I'm starting to think some proxy or other is trying to send me a message. I swear to fuck I'm going to kill the first soul I see. If Mr. Servant "allows" me. Ugh.

Honestly, it was bad enough Saint had to stick his holy nose where the sun don't shine. Then he shows up, all in this armored getup from like the 16th century or when the fuck ever it was supposed to be. Gaudy. As. Hell.

"Zero Song," the man began. Or, I think it was a man. Little shit tried to remain ambiguous.

"Let me guess," I interjected. "You're the one who can answer all my questions that dumb-fuck Saint couldn't himself."

"I have come to deliver a message." Seemed like a yes in my book.


He stared at me quizzically before proceeding; "My Master has important plans for you, Song. It would be wise to abide by His will before another incident occurs."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Is that all ya got?! Holy Man was more descriptive than your monotone ass."

"I have given My Master's message," he continued, "but my own interpretation remains standing."

I plopped myself down in front of the campfire, staring at this... thing. It looked human, but... something was off. And lo and behold, colors and images began to vaguely dance across my vision. This same face looking down upon me and dripping in sweet red plasma. I flinched as I felt something small but prominent. Pain?

"Just who the fuck are you?" I snapped. This person... this monster... what the hell are you?

"I am My Master's most loyal servant. I have adopted a human name that I felt was befitting someone of my caliber: Dark Entity."

"You're not human, are you?"

"Correct." That's it? Not gonna go into a whole dissertation? Geez.

"Well," I grumbled, getting back to my feet and grabbing my scythe, "who or whatever the hell you are... You're not my problem." I pointed the scythe in Dark's direction. "And it would be wise of YOU to not become one, either." And I set out without allowing him another word.

What's the matter, God? Why can't you tell me what's going on? You just expecting me to be a good little proxy and follow your orders? Ha! Not without good reason.

And certainly not when I'm this close to freedom.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Fuck-ing Fan-tastic. Really. Oh, this couldn't have gotten any worse. I should resort to killing goddamned bunnies. 'Cause, y'know, HUMANS ARE NOT ON MY LIST AS OF NOW. Yea, whatever, I don't mind. Not. One. Fucking. Bit.

Oh ho, I'm sorry for those of you who can't get it through your thick-headed skulls that that was sarcasm. Forgive me, next time I'll be more blunt. Pft!

This is just fucking unbelievable. I had every right to stick my scythe where the sun don't shine in that whore. ESPECIALLY after her stupid deductive "skills" just wrote her a ticket to board the train of death. Oh, but that couldn't happen, now could it? No, no, apparently I can't do a fucking thing to her. Bull. Shit.

I can't remember how it led to this disaster. I'm not even sure what day it was. Like that shit matters now. Oh, wait. It was the conversation. Hahaha!!! Ella, you really know how to bring out the worst in me! EHEHEHE! What would I do without you?~

Anyway, after her "debrief" post, she confronted me the following morning at work. When we were alone, of course, just the three of us: Me, her, and a tape recorder. Lovely setting, no? It went a little something like this:

Ella: "Tell me something."

"What is it?"

"Do you think Zero might have supernatural powers?"

Me: "No. That's stupid."

Cue the smirk. Ugh. "I thought you might say that."

"What makes you think she has powers? Just 'cause she's Slender Man's lackey?" Like fuck I'm a lackey but I decided to humor her.

"She... predicts things. It's not just coincidence." She leaned closer to me. "It's not a coincidence you two seem to share that power."

"What power?" I inquired. "You know, in times like these, you need to be more specific Ella. I thought you being a detective, you would've realized that by now."

"I think," she bellowed over me, "that Zero has the power of foresight. Her posts are proof of that." She threw down a pad of scribbled notes in front of me. They were the names of the victims I had killed since the beginning of this blog. One list was arranged in alphabetical order, which was crossed out, and one next to it encased in multiple circles:

I sat there frozen. I'd almost forgotten that...

Anything else said after that is a blur. I knew I was caught. It wouldn't take much to convict me not. So, I thought, why not go out without a little good-bye party? Heehee!

God knows where Ella was, but her absence at the station was simply perfect. Oh, sure, I'm sure she would've just enjoyed seeing her friends and co-workers tremble in fear as they found a colleague break down the doors with a scythe. But! Fate would not allow that. I resorted to frolicking in this party all by myself! HEHE! Such a joyous feeling! The mouth-watering smell of fresh, warm blood bathing my body and scythe! I whacked every little ant this way and that; some attempting to call for help from other stations while others took aim with their handguns and opened fire. All fruitless! Every living being in that building was chopped and sliced apart in a matter of minutes. Some 30 or 35 people at most. The 36th would be arriving soon. Ehehehe!

I waited. Not for long, but enough to piss me off. I was working on cutting down the beams to the building when she arrived. OH HO!!! SUCH SWEET HORROR AND AGONY!!! HOW SHE DROPPED TO HER KNEES IN DESPAIR!! TEARS, TEARS!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA, YES, YES, PAIN! FEEL PAIN YOU BITCH!!!!

"Heehehehehe!! You're just in time, Birnhaum," I chimed. Her eyes struck at me, increasing 10 times in size at the sight of me. "You and I have a little closing act for this little party. Tell me, Ella, do you know the miracle of Death?" Then, something strange. Little fucker glared at me.

"You won't kill me," she said. "I don't die easily."

I screamed with hysterical laughter. "Don't go spouting shit you don't know about. I can change all that- "

A flash of black sprung between me and Birnhaum, the scythe was held firmly in a grasping hand, and a knife delved deep into the dead center of my spine to render me immobile. I gasped, but I couldn't wriggle free. My head lulled forward, allowing me to see the face of a man lurking within the black mass of robes...

"Just as I thought," he commented. "You are Zero."

"And you?" I spat. "Just what... do you think you're doing... you ignorant ass?!"

"I've been sent by Father," he replied, his eyes concealed in the shadow of his hood. "This child cannot die yet."

"F-Father?" I choked, attempting to move his knife. "The fuck are you- ?"

Next thing I knew, the building disappeared and the smell of blood no longer contaminated the air. Cold wind blew through the brush and the trees, the sky tainted with a red color of sundown. At once he sharply removed the knife and I fell to my knees, my scythe the only thing supporting me. Foggy as my mind was, it wasn't hard for me to put two and two together.


"Your tone displeases me, child," he replied as he proceeded to gather wood for a fire. "I have only followed orders I was assigned to carry out. Therefore, the fault is not mine."


"Father does not wish for the human girl to die at this current time. He has chosen not to inform me why."

"Ha!" I scoffed. "What, He gonna turn her into a proxy? Should've done that the first time, that- "

"Do not use His name in vain. He has chosen not to inform me. I can help you no further."

The subject was dropped. Idle chatter was exchanged between the two of us, but mostly the reminder of the day passed by in silence. Saint no doubt felt the vibes of hatred I was sending him and would refuse to talk to me if we got too close to the subject again. He advised me to no longer be descriptive with my blogs since Birnhaum still had access to it. Ha! What's she going to do if she finds me? KILL ME? HAHAHA!!! Stupid human can't hold a candle to me!!!

Be thankful, Ella. Your ass just got spared by a proxy. Next time when this game of cat and mouse commences once more, you're MINE.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Last of the Bread Crumb Trail

"Why aren't you working?"
Why don't you fucking figure it out.

"You could escape, you know. Before something rash is done."
You would like that, wouldn't you?

"Where is your mind?"

Monday was fantastic as you all well know. The following Tuesday nobody could get their shit together. Someone implanted a virus in the computer mainframes. I wonder who. Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday. The two most boring days out my goddamned life. Thursday they got the computers up and running, but most if not all the files were erased. Or, as Miss Bitch likes to put it, "stolen." Please. Like they're of any use for your stupid organization. Friday was when things got interesting again.

We set out to the school for some investigating. Birnhaum insisted I come along for the ride. Oh joy. She wasn't going to let me out of her sight if she could help it. Made me feel like a fucking jackass in need of supervision at all times. You just couldn't tell if it was going to kick someone in the balls the moment your back was turned.

"Where was your mind that day?" she repeated. For the past ten minutes I was trying my damnedest to ignore this gaudy whore; it just wasn't enough for her to have us alone in the same squad car, was it? She knows what makes me tick (which that in itself pisses me off) and I knew she had a tape recorder on her the moment she started asking me questions (don't think I don't read your stupid "debriefs," Ella. Next time think twice before you go blabbing your fucking mouth off). But something about what she said at that moment... who was it that said those words to me before, if anyone did?

"What day?" I snapped. I don't read minds, bitch.

"When we first met," she clarified. "You stormed out suddenly in the middle of our conversation- " it was an interrogation. Don't fluff up the past with bullshit. "- Why was that?"

"You're a detective," I hissed, looking away out the window. "What do you think happened?"

She snickered. Ha! Arrogant slut. "Well," she calculated. "I would assume talking about the Man triggered something in your memories. Horrible memories at that. Still, your reaction was strange. Why run away? Why not share your pain with me? You seemed to hold a grudge against me ever since that day, starting with that conversation."

Didn't miss a beat, did she? "Just now bringing this up, eh?"

"Does it matter? Don't tell me you forgot."

I shifted in my seat. Our approach towards the school was delayed. She was going to drag this out no matter what. I sighed in frustration.

"I just thought we were a lot alike." That hurt like HELL. I had to grit my goddamned fucking teeth just to spit it out as coherently as my hissing would allow it. Admitting this wanted me to choke this bitch like no tomorrow. Ugh.

Honestly, I don't think she was expecting that answer. She couldn't respond for several minutes, by that time we had already arrived at the front of the school. Students were bustling this way and that and holding food in their hot little hands, sometimes stealing the food of another classmate in playful banter. Stupid high school. These are the true monsters just waiting to be fed the food to grow and kill fellow monsters. A birthplace of hell. Hahaha!

The other squad cars pulled up and we all stepped out of the vehicles, creating quite a scare amongst the students. Ehehehehe!!! I never realized until that moment how much power a police officer could have! But! My joyous moment lasted only the walk from the cars to the front office. The little monsters avoided us as much as possible, so their fear could not feed my lust for power. I was returned to the fucking reality that I was just another underling; a servant of the law. ERGH!!!!

Well, interrogations were limited; this campus was much more strict on police activity than apparently the detective's visit to the other one. Our search, therefore, became more direct. Ella handed the head administrator my school file. I didn't know if I hid my glares at the accursed piece of shit paper; if it was noticeable, no one commented. The administrator surveyed the contents of the file before meeting our gaze once more.

"I'm sorry to say," the old man groaned, "but I'm afraid we have no previous record of this student's education, nor the address of her residence. Everything farther back than one year ago is completely lost."

Ella did not look disappointed. She thanked him for his time and we left. That was it. Well, for our time at the school it was over. My own "conversation" was still left unresolved. Bold Bitch did not hesitate. She immediately lept right into the continuation of her interrogation the moment my door was shut.

"Why have you failed to report this to me sooner?" Was she seriously scolding me? Good-fucking-luck with that, you ass. "This explains Melandra's prone-ness to becoming a proxy and- " she turned her eyes away from the road to point those daggers at me. Oh great, go ahead, kill us both dumbfuck. I don't mind one fucking bit. "- it explains why he was there during your last infiltration of Zero's hideout." Sure, we'll go with that. Whatever. She abruptly returned her gaze to the road and continued her contemplation silently in her head. Thank God for the silence, but it slightly worried me.

The moment we arrived at the station, as if unable to hold it in any longer, these words spilled from her mouth: "I can't let you continue this case anymore."

What the fuck? You're fucking me off just because you can't handle the truth? "You goddamned, fucking hypocrite!" She snapped her head at me, almost in shock. I wondered if the recorder was on, but worrying about it slipped my mind. "YOU are allowed on the case because you're all Miss Important Detective but the moment you learn we're the same, you decide to scrap me?! Like FUCK I'm letting you get away with that!"

"This is serious!" she piped in. "I won't let you throw away your life it can be avoided!"

My mind went blank. Those words, this situation.... could it be I...? I kicked open the car door. "Play God on your own time," I bellowed, and shut the door with as much force as I could muster. I left her dumbstruck in the car as she clenched onto the steering wheel, watching me as I waltzed back inside the station.

I was sluggish the rest of the day. My mind was in major déjà vu mode I thought I might throw up. This is not the first this has happened. I know it will not be the last.

Still, I never thought this day would come. Ten years is a long time between sight and action, after all.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Anticipation Runs Deep

Blood boils at 212 degrees Fahrenheit and it's connection to every single organ in the human system would cause the cells to burn out. The muscles would become unable to contract or move; slowly but surely organs would melt in the confines of the body. Eyes would be bloodshot, perhaps even go blind, the brain would swell with the heat rushing into the skull. A red-out would most assuredly occur within minutes with death following soon afterwards in the unconscious state.

Yet there is a different way to make the blood boil without dying. It's one of the few things that brings out the worst in a person. HATRED.

I returned to work earlier the oh so lovely Monday morning. I already got a fucking slap on the hand by the goddamned detective for not doing so the first time. The bitch knows if I attempt to kill her now it means asking for death. Which might not be a bad idea, actually. Let's see if Death will pull through for me on this one, eh? No, that's the easy, cowardly way out. Besides, I haven't played a game in FOREVER. Looks like I'll need to brush up on my skills. Heehee!

The first thing on the agenda was a debrief. Cute little Bold Bitch up there just assumed the spotlight like she couldn't get enough of it. Demanding everyone's attention... and she thinks we're rude! Stupid fuck. It was the stuff I already knew about: Mel's dead, Kristen's found ("So glad she's finally returned to us after such a long disappearance" - Ella. Haha. Fuck off.), and NOW we're involving God into the matter. Miss Actor up there started tearing up saying how she hated to think she had to revisit the horrors of her past, but convinced everyone she would be fine continuing the case. Pft! Such a martyr.

Then things suddenly got interesting. "Lastly, I have information concerning Singing Zero," Birnhaum said. My eyes flashed to hers instantly. "I believe Zero has somehow infiltrated the police posing as one of our own." Oh ho, quite the amount of chatter that brought up! "I've concluded this from the amount of information Zero has been able to acquire in these past few months. In regards to Zero's accomplice, Melandra Anderson -" She glanced towards me " -I've tracked down a certain suspicious character that may be Zero in the flesh. Zero attended two different schools this year, around the time the killings became public. Sometime during this week I'm going to send several investigators, including myself, to the first school and scavenge for every detail we can get on our killer. Until you receive further orders, proceed with your daily duties and be on the watch for any sign of Zero you may find whilst here at headquarters. Dismissed."

Wonderful. How was it I was able to predict this? What a way to scare the shit out of everybody before the holidays, Detective Dipshit. Well, everyone filed out of the debriefing room and I didn't fail to notice I was alone with Ella when it came down to it. She smiled at me (your goddamned smile can go to hell, Ella. I know you're reading this), and it was one of those "you-can't-fool-me-bitch" smiles that you absolutely loathe. I grimaced.

"Getting hard enough for you?" she asked coyly. Oh, lovely. I have a first rate criminal pushing me into a corner trying to get me to crack.

"Any harder and I'll have to start using cheat codes."

"Why aren't you working?"

None of your goddamned business. "I haven't been assigned anything to do yet."

"Oh, that's right," she replied. "You didn't return to headquarters after your last mission so you couldn't do a debrief and assume another job." You're clearly not enjoying pouring salt fountains over the wound, are you? HMM?

I gritted my teeth and looked away. Or did I start walking out the door? The only thing I remember at that moment was seeing a veil of red.

"Hey," she called. I turned back to her. "Why are you doing what you're doing? What reason do you have to commit these things?"

"You ask as if you are conversing with Zero."

"Am I wrong to suspect so?"

I rolled my eyes. "First off, if I were Zero you'd be dead on sight. There'd be no Q&A going on."

"I see," she responded thoughtfully. "And you would know, hmm?"

"Secondly," I pressed on. "Zero would never reveal the reason why these people should die... That's what I think." I added. This time I knew I was heading for the door and grabbed hold of the handle before being beckoned one last time.

"You could leave, you know. Escape this place before something rash is done."

My BPM immediately spiked after hearing those words. "AND BECOME A RUNNER??" I bellowed, the breathes coming out hot and fast. "ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. I'M NOT GIVING UP JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU HAVE ME CORNERED. I'D RATHER DIE."

I didn't see Ella for the rest of the day. I don't give a fuck if I put myself in a more dire situation now because of that outburst. The bitch can have as much fun with her game as long as she likes.

I'm not going to run away and hide.

Friday, November 25, 2011




This has never happened before. I can't even begin to express my fucking anger for this woman. GODDAMMIT ALL, I WANT HER DEAD. SHE'S A LIAR AND A GOOD ONE AT THAT!!! FUCK!!!

No. NO. No. I have to keep a cool head. I can't let this get to me. It's what she wants, that whore. She wants to see me break. See me SCREAM for attention. She wants me to reveal who I am. ALL BY MYSELF. Ballsy, little, slutty agent is NOT getting out of this alive. This is all just the consequences of my cockiness, I know it. I never learn to be careful and I'm not gonna start now. It's too late. If I leave now, it'll definitely reveal who I am and what I've done. I can't let that happen.

When Mel died I went out of my way to set up my own death. I started cutting away at my arms, legs, anything; just enough blood to convince anyone I was beyond help anymore. Mel's body was still horribly decrepit and morphed outside. Well, what was left of it anyway.

And just like that, Kristen Anderson and her sister were dead. Along with five other officers, but who the fuck gives a shit about pawns? I made plans that night to move on to a different city. It was going to be difficult to smuggle out a scythe with me and have it go unnoticed. Teleporting seemed like the reasonable option but who knew if I was going to transport myself into a city bustling with police units? Security was tight at the moment and I miraculously couldn't think of any fucking place to go to where they might not find me. So I had to grit my teeth and escape through the alleyways.

I only moved about at night for two or three days. I found a recently abandoned motel, recent because the electricity and water were still on. I cleaned myself up a bit and hid the scythe under a nearby willow. I scouted my surroundings but there was no one. I inched my way closer to the city limits, trying to appear normal in the crowd of bustling people. No one would recognize me, I still had that shitty hair dye still in after about a couple weeks. I reached an entrance to an underground subway, marking the end of the city limits.


"E-Excuse me? Miss Anderson? Miss Anderson!! This way!!"

FU-CKING GREAT. I turn around toward the direction of the voice and met with my wandering gaze a young, brown haired woman waving frantically at me. I would've mistaken her for a prostitute, she had way too revealing clothes to be an officer. I was cautious at first for I had never seen her before at the police station. So how did she know my name, do you ask? She walked over after she realized I acknowledged her beckonings and leapt right into an introduction.

"My name is Ella Birnhaum. I'm with the investigative department of the FBI. Won't you please follow me?"

Oh, sure, I could've made a scene and killed her with my own two hands. I was still facing many conflicting scenarios, however, and my curiosity eventually won over. So, we trotted along the yellow fucking brick road and ended up at a small diner underneath the starlight. I attempted to contain my composure, ignoring this woman as best as I could as she shuffled paperwork on the table in front of me.

"You are Kristen Anderson, correct?" Bold bitch. Rude, too. I would've loved to have learned the taste of a bold, rude bitch's blood at that moment. I'd probably have spit it on her face, it would've been so disgusting.

"Yes," I snapped. She appeared not to notice.

"Strange," she replied, holding a piece of paper up to her face. "It states your eyes are blue. Clearly as we sit here right now they are green."

I didn't respond. I didn't know who this person was. I wasn't about to let her get the better of me.

"Florescence to blame, then?" she assumed and without another word put away the paperwork. I jumped at that opportunity.

"How can I be sure you're who you say you are?" I accused. "From the investigation's department, was it?"

Oh, how that little cunt smiled and shook her head as if she were conversing with an idiot. "I do have identification with me but these days it won't suffice anymore, will it?" she laughed. "So, we'll start off with something obvious. I know about the one agent sent to work on the Mind in Zero case rather than the hundreds of others rumored to."

I still didn't believe her. Again, Bold Rude over there smiled in exasperation. She was enjoying this little game of her's, it was written all over her dolled up face.

"You would also have known," she added, "had you returned to the station headquarters immediately after your mission the identity of that agent as she had visited the station personally to finally lend a hand in the case."

Without expecting a response, I still stupidly asked, "Who?"

As if she had no other expression at all, she held her hands up next her head while smiling. My eyes flashed with a burning passion I haven't felt in my entire life. For that one time in my life, I understood the gravity of my existence. I walked right into a trap. I SET MYSELF UP FOR THE EXECUTIONER'S BLOCK. Lord knows it took EVERY ounce and atom of my being to keep from tossing aside the table and forever wipe that goddamned smirk of that bitch's face!!! And she knew she had me cornered, I could see it in those over-confident eyes of her. Oh ho, she was lucky I just conveniently left my scythe behind. The conversation would've ended right there at that moment. In a pool of blood. With her flesh shredded to tiny microscopic pieces. The smile would go first. HOW I HATE THAT FUCKING SNICKER OF HER'S. I WOULD HAVE TORN HER EXISTENCE OUT OF THE VERY WORLD SHE LIVED IN.

Without another answer, she boldly continued on. "Why didn't you return to headquarters after the mission had been completed?"

I just sat there like a fucking ten year old in the old hag's principal's office. I didn't have a satisfactory response. There was no reason why I shouldn't have returned and completed a debrief. Except...

"There was someone else there," I hissed, intensifying my gaze as if I thought it would just set her ablaze.

"Zero?" she inquired. Oh no, lady. I wasn't about to let her get the upper hand.

"No," I replied. "It was... a Man. He was tall and in a suit. I couldn't see His face. I escaped while He tore Mel into pieces like she was a rag doll. I wasn't sure if it was safe to return to the station with Him on the loose."

She looked away and nodded. "Reminds me *mumble, mumble*"

"What?" I snapped.

"Reminds me of my younger years," she repeated. "A tall, skinny man in a black business suit with various arms and absolutely no face at all. As if he never had one to begin with."

I cocked my head. "You know about Him?"

"Oh, yes. Indeed I do," she replied almost dream-like, staring off into space. "He tormented me when I was little, trying to convert me." What? "He made me see illusions whenever he was around. In a state of fear and panic, the bullet delved deep in the heads of my parents." I'm sorry? "My older brother became so depressed he drank himself into stupor until he eventually died of alcohol poisoning." Brother? Alcoholic? "His daughter did not particularly like him but when she heard of his death she was distraught and committed suicide." No... No, this can't be. "My father's friend was a police officer. He was like an uncle to me. But one night he was assaulted by a Slender Man witness gone mad and he was choked and shot to death." SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! "And my whole life I was forced to transfer schools, living alone without a place to call my own.

To call home."

CRASH!!!! The glass top of the table vibrated, the chair having fallen to the floor, and I upon my feet just seeping with anger. Lies. They were all LIES!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU WAVE IT ALL IN MY FACE AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW!!! YOU WHORE!!!!

"Did I say too much?" she asked in a small voice. My nostrils flared.

"I'm very sorry, I have to go." I grabbed my things and bolted out of there. I couldn't handle it. I CAN'T HANDLE IT.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

Mel A.


Hehe! Oh, oh! I bet I can guess what YOU'RE thinking! Or can I? Are you fucking with my mind? Ah, I don't care! Kehehehe! Ah, need an explanation? Happy to oblige!

So, so! I went back to "work" at the little ol' police department and asked very firmly to continue with the case. If they didn't, I'd catch little sis anyhow! Oh, stick to the details, Zero. THEY MATTER MOST AFTER ALL!

It took about an hour to convince them to even CONSIDER me to take part again! Cruel bastards, policemen are! Of course, now that Kurt confirmed there really was a threat at Evan's residence (dying to protect me helped), they prepared to send in an assault squad. Apparently, although they had failed to tell me this initially (again, I reiterate, "cruel bastards"),  they tried infiltrating the house on multiple occasions whilst I was still in the hospital (the most BORING two fucking weeks of my life. But I digress too much. Hehe!). I think it was deduced that my presence was what drove little sis out from hiding! SO! Me, being the sweet innocent victim that I am (LOL), I agreed to be the bait!

So, we headed out around midday yesterday (it was yesterday, right? It feels like it all unfolded right now at this moment!). Fuckers tried making a circle around me on their way in. Hee! Hee! I wished I had killed them! BUT! Opportunity passed by like a bitch. With a palpitating heart eager for the next act to take hold, I played the role I set out to be.

Once more, for the last time, I stood in the middle of the house on the first floor, gazing at the glorious decorations I had so PAINSTAKINGLY put together. The torsos of Mr. and Mrs. Evan's parents were rot down to the worst kind of decayed flesh with flies and maggots just hording onto them. Their heads that hung from the ceiling reduced several times in size as the flesh broke apart. Most of the skull could be seen on either one; their eyes half eaten away by decomposers and time. I couldn't see the hand gloves or the legs, but last time Hydra had brought a leg out to torture Laura it was about half broken and frail as fuck. The blood on the walls dried to a terribly drab black-ish red. Is it wrong to think I was about to abandon the first and only home I ever had? Haha! Oh no, I sound your regular ol' sob-story! Onto the bloodshed then, shall we?

"Hydra!" I called. The men shifted around me, but they did not question what they presumed to be a "cute" nickname. "It's over, Hydra. Your time has come. Turn yourself in... or you will face a worse fate than being arrested by policemen."

What would've happened if she ran, do you ask? These words, which I repeated almost identically before, were the deciding factors of her miserable life. No, she knew running would be pointless. I'd find her; He'd kill her; it was obvious her usefulness ran its course. Still, we humans always wish to find that light, to escape our fate. Was she trying to fight her destiny? It's SOO much more entertaining to think she wanted to go out with a-

BANG!!!!! One officer went down, clutching at his chest. BANG!! A bullet whizzed past my left ear and another body crashed to the floor. BANG, BANG!!! Blood layered the floor as it oozed from the four bodies that lied dead without even a chance to fight back for their survival. One last officer and he was down just as quickly as the others. By my calculations (if she did not have any more magazines), there was one bullet left. Mine? Ideally, yes. I was perfectly defenseless; I never really knew where she kept the scythe. But, for some reason, that just seemed too easy.

The last shot was fired and my breath almost caught. I remained frozen. Nothing. No pain; there was no wound, only silence. No, there was mumbling. Mourning? I raced upstairs. OH, THE WONDERFUL SIGHT I WAS MET WITH!

Pitiful little underling. Tried taking her own life. Really now, if she had gone to God beforehand she could've kept her body as beautiful as she would've wanted it! Or, that's what she would've believed. Heehee! Foolish girl, now you've got an ugly little bullet wound in the pit of your right temple! I suppose there was some method to her madness; I think she disabled the rotary movements sector of her brain. Trauma, perhaps; or wishful thinking could've caused it. Oh, but it was a different story when I walked into the room!

She saw me approach her out of the corner of her eye and HOW SHE WRIGGLED UPON THE FLOOR TRYING TO FLEE FOR HER LIFE!!! As I walked forward, there was a noticably loud creak in the floorboards. I kicked it up and lo and behold! Just what I was hoping to find!

"What's wrong?" I hissed. The beautifully curved blade glistened. IT GLISTENED WITH BLOOD. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I've been wanting to do this for a LONG time!!! To hear her hoarse screams, to SEE those soulless eyes FLASH with FEAR and TERROR!!!! This is what you get for ORDERING AROUND YOUR SUPERIOR!!!! Hahahahahaha!! "I-I - Hehehehehe! - I th-thought you wanted - Pft hahahaha! - to die!!" Little worm thrashed about towards the window, gasping as she tried dragging along her exposed intestines I managed to cut out! I swung the blade in front of her, pulling her back each time she crawled closer to the window.

"I thought you wanted to be with Evan," I teased. I love pulling that card. I suppose that's the one thing I'm going to miss about that hallow bitch. Tears, TEARS! GOD, THE TEARS AND THE THRASHING AND THE CURSING AND THE BLOOD!!! I couldn't stop giggling! "Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, Evan, EVAN!!" Honestly, the best day of my life EVER!

Good and beat and tattered and covered in splendorous crimson, I struck the scythe through Hydra and into the floorboard. Whimper, whimper! Heehee! "You and I know," I said, leaning into Hydra's cut ridden face dripping in blood and salt water, "that killing a weak little proxy like you wouldn't be a problem for GOD'S PERSONAL ENTERTAINER LIKE ME, but why take a chance, ya know?"

I kicked the scythe away. I grabbed her collarbone with one hand and the base of her ribs with my other hand through all that blood and gore in the hole of her stomach. I swear, I think it was the sheer adrenaline doing it, but what does that matter? Well, out the window she went!

I'd like to believe God is looking after me. As such, he always knows what I'm doing. Perhaps it was not chance there He waited at the base of the window, overlooking the broken and feeble body of Melandra Anderson...

Honestly, though, I think I'm scarred for life. Don't get me wrong, I look for ANY and EVERY opportunity to find new, creative ways on killing my victims. So, what did I do? I witnessed God just fuck that bitch up like a rag doll. It... Was... Even I am at a loss for words. God... You truly are a sight to behold!

And because of You, I have been freed! Ah, I feel so light! So... happy! Heehee! And for all those left who dare rise against me...

I will hunt you...

I will find you...

I will take this wretched scythe...


Thursday, November 17, 2011

Kurt L.

I was interrogated the following day after Iris' death, as I was the one last seen with her. The tracker they put in her communicator went out several hours after she died and that was the time frame they were suspecting her of being murdered at. After long hours of devising a quick and simple story, the officers then came to the conclusion that I was meant to be the desired target (if it truly was Mel who was killing people instead of Singing Zero). They never said aloud this concern, but I was able to piece the puzzle together after they assigned a well experienced policeman to be my partner. At that time, he was in the criminal lab department which meant he was good at deduction and had access to limitless amounts of information. Hehehehe! Truly a great asset for conquering the stupid police!

I almost gave myself away when I asked him about the CIA agents and Secret Service people coming to participate about the Mind in Zero case. It was broadcast on the local news, but he turned to me slightly confused and suspicious.

"Shouldn't you already know? I mean, this is technically your case, isn't it?" I almost broke my composure; at first I thought he was referring to me as Singing Zero. A couple seconds went by before I realized Mel was supposed to be my sister. I took too long to respond, however, and he openly portrayed his suspicions to me.

"How long have you been in the police force?"

"Three years." I think this was around a day or two after the third of November. He had been spending that much time looking into my background and finally started talking to me again several days later.

"Kristen," he called. I turned slowly; I wasn't quite used to my new name yet. "I just got a lead to where our perpetrator might be hiding out. You and I are set to investigate the premises. You should get ready." I couldn't be sure if I was out of the woods yet, but I took his act of talking to me again a sign of trust.

We geared up in a matter of minutes and took a police car to the scene. It wasn't that long of a drive and that little window of opportunity would surely close soon. I made to ask again about the agents, but my partner, Kurt, beat me to the punch.

"You know how there was that announcement on the news about one hundred CIA and Secret Service agents on their way here to help with the case?" Did this guy read minds? I said yes and he shifted a little in his seat.

"That was a little lie we used in hopes we could scare Singing Zero out of hiding." Oh ho! Figured as much. I would've seen 'em around the headquarters if they were going to participate. "In truth, there's only one agent who's coming to take over the matter."

Eh? Only one agent? Pft! Didn't they know who they were dealing with here? And they dare insult me by only allowing ONE person onto their task force?! Did they think I was an easy adversary to take out? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! You IDIOTS! You'll feel my vengeance yet, you fucking worms!

"Why only one?" I asked, fighting back the urge to start going on a rant. Boy, did this piss me off like hell! "He that good?"

"Apparently, she's the best." What the fuck? Okay, so the agent is a woman. Ha! No reason to hold back, then. Not that there was a reason to begin with. Ehehe! What, was this woman another person from my past? I fell silent for the remainder of the drive, trying to go through the list of people in my head who I knew. The process was interrupted as we pulled up to Evan's house and loaded our guns before stepping into action.

I walked right behind Kurt as he led us toward the front door. He motioned me to check the sides of the building for any cameras or for even Mel herself. I crouched below the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of Hydra. This wasn't precisely part of the plan, but I figured with us being the way we were it would be alright. I came back and gave him the all clear. He stepped back and kicked down the door.

Mel wasn't there. We checked the living room and kitchen, so we assumed she was hiding somewhere upstairs. I made to head up to the second story, but Kurt pulled me back and went ahead of me. I waited a moment or two before following. Again, we found no trace of Mel. I kicked several doors and closets. Where the hell was that bitch? All was clear. Kurt reached for the communicator on his shoulder. My adrenaline spiked and I pointed my gun to him. BANG!!! He leapt toward me and pulled me behind the bed of the master bedroom. I gasped as the blood poured from my abdomen.

"Officer down! Officer down!" he screamed into his communicator as he fired several times at Hydra. She didn't even attempt to dodge them. He stared at her in amazement as the bullet wounds seethed out the blood from her body, though she still stood and slowly progressed her way towards us.

"What the- ?" I kicked at the back of his knees and he dropped to floor. Hydra stopped and watched as I stood up holding my hand out to her while I gazed upon Kurt. Without another word, she reached into a loose floorboard and tossed me the scythe. Kurt collected his composure and finally turned to me.


I smirked, pointing the blade of the scythe at his neck. "The name of the agent, if you please."

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I'll ask one more time: the name. Give it to me."

"What are you?"

I squealed with delight. I love that question! Makes me feel more like the monster I am! EHEHEHEE!

"I'm God's entertainer. And you are my prop." I think the wheels finally clicked and he reached for his gun. He pointed at my head and fired... a blank. He became flustered at that moment when he realized he'd used up all his ammunition against Hydra. HAHA! Pitiful creatures, humans are, when they have no weapon to protect themselves with! Oh ho! But he was a foolish man! In the midst of my delightful laughing, he tackled me and grabbed my gun. I lied on the ground staring into the barrel of the gun. He fired.

GOD, THE HEADACHE I HAD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. FUCKING BASTARD!! I tried fighting off the urge to scream and continue staring at him with as bored of an expression as I could muster.

"You done?" I asked, and without even so much as a response, I shoved him off me and swung the blade of the scythe into the pit of his stomach. He stumbled a little, but remained standing. I twisted the scythe clockwise. Ah, such sweet music a voice will make when in pain and despair! I twisted it counterclockwise. How the blood protruded from his mouth with the harmonious gurgling to go along with it! I retracted the scythe with swiftness and he fell feebly onto the carpet. I knelt down to look into his eyes and they blinked with a drunken stupor that was the sign of death approaching.

"The name?" He gasped a blood filled breath and proceeded to moan in pain. Disappointed and bored, I dug the point of the scythe into his chest ever so slowly, taking in as much of the joy of those blood curdling screams, the pathetic moans, and the wonderful spasms and twitches of the human body trying to subconsciously leap out of danger. The noise ceased several minutes afterwards and it saddened me to find my fun come to an end. I pulled myself back to the gravity of the situation and turned to Hydra.

"Take the scythe. Hide somewhere where they won't be able to find you," I ordered.

"What, I don't get a 'thank you'?"

I snapped my head at her, the wild in my eyes reflecting the absurd nature of her words. "Suck it, bitch. Who thanks someone who shot them? Now get to hiding before you face an even worse fate than being arrested by the police." She replied with a humph, and took the scythe on her way out. Other officers would be here shortly, but as it turned out I had enough time to set up the scene and make it look like we were practically slaughtered. Well, Kurt was. Heh.

I've had to sit in a hospital bed (with no internet access) for two weeks before returning to the job and again go through another interrogation concerning the infiltration of Mel's base. It's back to a sense of normalcy now. So, Mrs. Agent-Who-Thinks-Her-Mere-Presence-Will-Help-Solve-The-Mind-In-Zero-Case... We'll be seeing each other very soon. Be ready. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Iris L.

Preparations were completed several days ago. Dyed my hair and put in contacts and, as a final touch, I created an alias: Kristen Anderson. I knew they wouldn't question my identity, as I had previously implanted information into their data-banks regarding Kristen. I laughed hysterically; I've never been so nervous. The feel of adrenaline! The racing of my heart! Yes, yes! This is what it meant to be alive!

I told Hydra to stay behind and wait for my signal. So, with every step possibly leading me closer to my doom, I walked to the police station and stared at the door. I had to focus. I couldn't let my excitement get in the way. Slowly and deliberately, I strutted through the front doors and into the main office.

My, the number of people bustling around! To and fro; constantly in motion! I almost giggled with delight; it was almost as if they were squirming around in this tiny building trying desperately to formulate a plan to escape my vengeance! I composed myself and tried to seem indifferent with their movements, no matter how giddy it made me. I came right up to the front desk and waited until the man looked up from the papers he was signing.

"May I help you?" he chimed. Ho, it would have been sooo perfect if I had a weapon on me! Just like out of those movies! Sadly, I was defenseless and therefore was forced to play his little game.

"I wish to be transferred into this branch to take part in the Mind in Zero case. Here- " I handed him my I.D. and clenched onto the handle of my bag carrying a police force uniform. I decided to have Kristen formerly be from the branch from which my father worked at. I knew they would confirm my existence there; they would do anything to get stuff out of the way. After staring at his screen and surfing through my info, he stopped and looked up at me.

"Kristen Anderson?"

"That's me."

"You're related to Melandra Anderson?"

"Yes. What are you implying?"

He said nothing more, but continued to survey me. Finally, he reached for the communicator on his shoulder and commanded: "Officer Lang, take this young woman to the interrogation room."

I attempted to look bewildered. "What's this all about?"

He did not answer. Within seconds, a slim, female officer with blonde hair and hazel eyes approached the front desk. Oh ho! I was right in my notion to join the police! Once again, I've found a rat within the force who knows my identity! Really, now, is the entire family enlisted as police officers? More for me to harvest, I guess! Heehee!

The man whispered into Officer Lang's ear, to which then she motioned for me to follow her to the back of the room. There was a door, beyond which lied a small square room with only a long table and two chairs, one on either side. There was an observation window along with a security camera, and another door on the adjacent wall of the first door. Without a second thought, I sat down at the table as Lang sat across from me.

I don't like going into details about the interrogation. Too fucking boring, really. Honestly, I was ready to choke the whore for asking so many questions. The adrenaline continued to rise with every inquiry, and it was all I could do to keep a straight face. Finally, after confirming the truth behind my words, that I had no idea Mel was a suspect in the case, and made it clear it would not compromise my emotions concerning the case, I was allowed amongst their ranks. Ha! Gullible little shits, policemen are.

Well, anyway, the entire day was spent on testing how well I knew their procedures, which I passed with flying colors. At last I was dismissed, with Officer Lang to escort me back home. Cruel pathetic humans, actually giving up their lambs to the slaughter house! Ehehehehe!

We arrived at my base, and I made friendly conversation with Lang before the final goodbyes were made. She turned to bid me farewell. I removed the contacts.

"Such a waste you are, Iris." She didn't move, having noticed the change in both my eyes and demeanor. Oh, and the grin. Such a wonderful, murderous grin I have!

"You'll be disposed of yet," I went on. Her hand hovered over her gun.

"Come again?" she replied. Don't you just hate it when you have to repeat yourself? Explaining myself would be a pain in the ass, so I made things clear and to the point.

"I'm Zero, Iris, and you're not leaving here alive." Goodness knows I stunned her with such riveting news! Right around that moment I saw the glint of the blade of my scythe fall from the second story window of the base and I leapt up and caught it with ease, pointing it at Iris.

"This won't be like the days of our childhood, Cousin," I mocked. Still no response. Okay, let's make thing interesting. I ran forward. Iris only flinched her hand toward the gun, nothing more. I knocked her down with the butt of the blade. Dammit! Shoot, scream! I don't care what you do, JUST MAKE MY DAY!!! I kicked her, I swung at her, blood spattered on the ground, twilight began to set on the stage of this massacre. And yet, as minutes passed by, she still refused to fight back.

"Ironic, isn't it, Iris?" I started to get mad, which led to me screeching and laughing like a fucking hyena. "You, instead of I, end up being the one whose emotionally compromised concerning our case!" A tear streamed down from her face, and it ended the fun. Prey who think their victims can go to hell. Several more swings, the screams of human suffering, and the flood of raining blood, and it was over. Iris lied there, each limb having been severed from her body, her screams muffled by my shrieks of insanity. The most disappointing kill ever. As she started to faint from blood loss, I severed her head and watched it as it rolled a few inches away from the body. I glanced behind me and saw Hydra standing outside the front door, holding a garden hose. I pointed the scythe to her.

"Finish the job," I ordered. "Make sure you leave no evidence behind." Hydra, though a little reluctantly, came forward and proceeded to hack away at the torso with the scythe, and washed away the red pieces of flesh to be lost forever in the sewers.

Yes, Cousin, your death was ironic. Especially since when we were children, Iris, it was you who christened me with the nickname Zero.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Laura E.

I've made an executive decision! Ehe! Always wanted to say that. Makes me feel important.

I got rid of another rat. She got a lead from Ian and Willow's death. They had no name or picture to go off of to connect to those murders, but she knew. She remembered. Ho ho, I bet she wished she hadn't! Laura started snooping 'round Evan's school district, as that seemed the only anomaly that did not fit. Oh, how she got rounded up real good! I woke up this morning to Hydra dragging in a wailing and kicking police officer covered in dirt and blood.

"What mouse did the kitty-cat drag in this time?" I was still somewhat depressed. I hadn't killed at all, even with the new weapon I was able to acquire. I shoved Hydra aside to close the door and then turned to our prisoner. I was almost tempted to smile.

Laura had a few teeth knocked out of her. Bruise over her left eye. Hands completely destroyed. I think the blood on her face came from her nose. There weren't any gunshot wounds. Just a good beating! Hehe! Even in her piteously mangled form, I recognized her all too well. Who would have guessed my nanny of four years would become a cop! Quite the deadly guardian. Though, I guess I'm no better. Kehehehehehehehe!!!

"Z-Zero?" whispered the nanny. "Th-they told me you were de- GAH!!" Oops! Was that my foot in your mouth? Well, you don't seem to be complaining now! Hehe!

"Hold her here. MAKE SURE SHE STAYS QUIET. Gag her if you have to." I walked to the pantry and pulled out one of the legs. I couldn't tell if it was the male or female leg; it didn't matter much anyhow. I came back out and enjoyed the splendorous noise of screaming from the stupid whore! HAHAHAHA!!!

"Hold out her arm," I said, and swung as hard as I could at the elbow joint. She screamed in pain. I swung harder. It was returned with a wonderful crack! "Hold out her other arm," I ordered. Laura attempted to struggle, but Hydra got her in a headlock to make her stop. I broke her other arm. Then we moved to the legs! It took a little longer to break the knee caps, oh but was it worth it! Laura's screams were reduced to whimpers of pain every time she moved. Now that she was good and limp, I had the perfect game to play!

"Hey, Laura," I bellowed over her gasps of pain as Hydra held her up to her feet. "You know how you played dolls with me when I was little? HEHEHEHEHEHE!!! W-Well! To celebrate our reunion, that's just what we're gonna do!"

OH GOD, I wish I had recorded such fun! I controlled Laura's movements from behind and was able to steal Hydra's gun. Then we tried shooting that weasel! How Laura screamed in delight! Hehe! I threw Shark at her when the magazine ran out. Hilarious! Didn't matter that I missed. Hydra grabbed me from behind and took Laura. She tried cutting me with one of the kitchen knives! Although, I think Laura's flimsy-ness caused Hydra to cut her face and body now and again. Such wonderful blood everywhere!

Our fun was quickly interrupted when Laura's communicator went off from around her belt. "Officer Elden! What do you have to report?" Hydra paused and allowed me to grab it from Laura's waist.

"I couldn't find anything," I said. Both girls stared at me in amazement. "There's no evidence that this was Singing Zero's doing. I'd like to bring up a possibility, though." I waited.

"Go on, Officer." Kehehehehehe. Dense as door nails, I tell ya!

"This kid went missing several weeks ago. She was assumed to be dead, but I think she's the one behind these murders."

"What kid, Officer Elden?"

"Melandra Anderson."

Hydra dropped Laura to the floor with a loud thud and another cry protruded from Laura's lips. I grimaced. "Are you sure?" replied the other end. Oh ho! I guess they need a little demonstration.

"I'm saying that- What? Oh, God, no! Don't come near me! No- Stop!" I kicked Laura and she played her part perfectly! After her screeching performance, I broke the communicator in half.

"Dispose of the doll. I can't think with a squealing puppet in the background." Hydra didn't move. I growled with frustration. "Hey, you dumb fuck. I know you understand English. Or would you rather I spoke Proxy?" Again, nothing. Bitch was getting on my last nerves. "Okay, then," I said. "Let's go."

She stared at me, now confused. "If you won't follow my orders," I snickered, "I'll just have GOD dispose of you!" I could just SEE the possible scenarios running through her head. Finally, after about a minute or so contemplating, she complied and reached for Laura. I slapped her hand away.

"Dispose of her AFTER I kill her."


"All in good time." She moved aside. I grabbed my new weapon from underneath the couch and drew it out from the cloth. It was like a symphony! The handle fit smoothly into my hands and each and every movement swung the blade into a dance! So whimsical and dangerous! Hehe! Hydra had to stop me after Laura was reduced to little more than chunks of flesh. She gathered the bits of flesh and used them as fuel for the fire in the fireplace. What a magnificent glow human gore gives off when burned! Ha!

I sat on the couch a while, caressing the scythe in steady rhythm. People in the police force whom I knew. People in the police force who knew me. Covering up my tracks real good. Mel's takin' the blame. But who knows? Who else knows? Who else will DARE to try and find me? I didn't know. If I could, I...

"THAT'S IT!" Hydra snapped her head at me from the dining room, having been daydreaming out the window or some shit like that. "I know what I'm going to do." I stared at my reflection in the blank screen of the TV. Long shades of red and black framed a pale face that had the most wonderful evil smile I knew! The flash of green eyes moved away from the reflection to look at Hydra as I licked the blade of my scythe.

"I'm going to infiltrate the police force."

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Leo L.

Ugh. I've been so fucking depressed lately. I couldn't find Knight. Hydra didn't even have him. I made her stay up without any sleep trying to find him for the past week. We scavenged everywhere. I can only assume he was still in the truck when I blew it up with Willow. Fucking bullshit. ARGH!

Hydra tried to help, which worried me. Starting to think on her own. Not a good sign. She offered me Shark, but I refused. Killing with a gun seemed simple and boring. I wouldn't even pick up any of the knives that were lying around the house. A chef's knife and a switchblade just aren't the same. I think I got so bad to the point where it even pissed Hydra off.

"Why are you killing?" she asked one day.

I looked up at her from the bed in the master bedroom, to which I gleefully decorated to my liking. Hehe! I had a little spar with her in that room and boy did it turn red fast! Completely in pieces as well! I love it.

But it still concerned me: what was she thinking? Why was she thinking at all?! SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!!!

"I am entertaining God. And I get pleasure out of killing people and bathing in their sweet blood. It's a win, win." Now she just stared at me. Little shit has the emptiest stare I've ever seen. It would be so much more beautiful with a little fear and horror. Ha!

She finally beckoned me to follow her. Uh-uh. Last time I did that I walked for a mile trying to search for a base. Like fuck I was gonna let her take the lead, anyhow. DON'T FORGET WHO SHOWED YOU THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF GOD, BITCH!!

Beckoning wasn't working, as she clearly found out. So, to make things simple and to the point, she flashed her shotgun at me and fired. Pft! Woman has slow reflexes I tell ya! In a matter of two seconds she was pinned to the ground with Shark inches away from her hand. I knew it wasn't going to end there. Hydra just has this weird quirk about hating to lose. Hehe!

I went to pick up Shark and Hydra's hand grabbed my wrist. With all her fucking might, she pulled me off her back and onto the floor facing the ceiling.

"Shit!" She was already running out the door.

Truth be told, I would've been happy as a wrinkly old peach with her gone! Oh, if only it were that easy! I jumped to my feet and leapt out the door after her. I told myself I wasn't following her. I WAS GETTING PAYBACK. It pissed me off even more she would stay just out of my range, always staying in my line of vision and stopping should I fall behind.

She stopped on a sidewalk in front of a row of buildings. I didn't think she'd stay still and so I kept running full throttle towards her. I was almost on top of her before I realized she wasn't going to run anymore. We toppled to the ground. I was quick to get up and the moment she tried to rise, I punched the whore in the face.


Hydra coughed and realigned her broken nose with a loud crack. I chuckled in delight. She pointed at something behind me. It was a gardening supply shop.

"What the hell?" Hydra rose to her feet and without a second thought walked straight inside. I stood outside, just watching. She seemed to be talking to the register guy and, after he left to disappear behind a door, AGAIN she beckoned me inside. Ugh! Next time I need to punch a little harder to knock some sense into that robot! Whatever. I walked through the door.

"Tell me why we're here before I decide to scrap you."

"Getting a scythe." Huh? The man reappeared from the depths of the shop with a long object covered with a cloth in his hot little hands. He stopped and caught his breath the moment he saw me. I grinned the hugest grin I think I've ever done since Knight's disappearance.

My old (quite literally old) neighbor from my childhood. LEO.

"Zero?" he wheezed. His voice tingled my spine. Oh, yes, I remember that voice all too well! How I would've loved to hear it scream in terror as it tried to escape torture. "What are you doing here?"

I looked to Hydra and, obviously satisfied with my huge chagrin, handed me her weapon (which conveniently had a full magazine again). I turned back to Leo, who stared inquiringly back at me. I HATE his look. It's like he was staring into my soul. Or, something deep down inside my body. Hehe!

"Ah, what the hell?" I cackled, raising the gun to his head. He gasped in horror, dropping the tool to the ground at his feet. Hahaha! Yes, yes!! MORE, MORE TERROR!!! MORE SCREAMING!!! GIVE ME MORE! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! "Haha! I'm, I'm here - ehehehehe! - Oh, you'll love this - kehehehe - I'm here to kill you!" He shouted in pain as I pointed the gun to his leg and he crouched upon the floor. Hehehehehehe, that's right! Bow before me, you mother fucker! I shot the top of his hand holding the injured leg. He writhed upon the floor! I fired a round to the bottom of his foot, the bullet forcing its way beyond the sole of the shoe. How his legs began to spasm soooooo delightfully! How his grizzly old voice gurgled painfully as it tried to scream! Oh, so long it had been since I had this much fun! Ahahahahahahaha!

He finally lied beaten and decrepit on the floor; the blood soaking into the wood floorboards. I walked back behind the counter to stand over him, staring deeply into his eyes as he searched into the depths of mine. Tsk! You've run your course, old man. I suppose this was to be expected of someone of your... caliber. AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I took out the left eye. Two bullets left. I took out the right eye. One bullet left. Hmm... I whipped around and fired the last round. Hydra hissed at me from the floor, as she had attempted to dodge the bullet.

"That's for ORDERING ME AROUND. Bitch." I tossed Shark back to the other side of the service counter and I knelt down beside the blood drenched Leo. With one hand grasping onto the package enveloped in fine cloth and the other dipping into the pool of blood, I stood back up and stared in a daze. I licked the hand covered in blood. My body convulsed and I spit out the blood onto the old coon's holey face.

Now I know that old peoples' blood is just plain weak and disgusting!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Willow L.

I've set up a permanent residence now. Or, at least until a moment comes when I should leave again. Mel's redeemed herself after that little incident with Uncle Ian's stupid friends and witness. She began walking away when she heard I needed to find a new place to hang. I was considering on letting her go until I realized she was trying to lead me somewhere. We walked for a good twenty minutes, so we probably covered about a mile or two. Pft. If she hadn't lead me to Evan's house to use as a base, I would've kicked her ass for making me walk.

Some stupid adults already claimed my base as their own. They recognized Mel on the spot and just plain IGNORED MY EXISTENCE. They were apologizing for Evan's death; how they knew how devastated she was. They bombarded her with words of comfort for no less than a minute before she pulled out Shark and shot them point blank in the head. I swear, if there hadn't been a silencer on that thing I would've taken it and thrown it out the window. The loud noise of a gunshot never fails to give me a splitting headache.

"Hey, HEY! I didn't say you could kill them!" I teased. The doll actually GLARED AT ME. Ho ho! This was getting interesting!

I dropped the subject and turned to look at my new home. Ugh. What the hell is with the browns and yellows? It looked as if someone shitted gold on the wall. It was too bright. I turned to Evan's parents and carved up their pretty bodies, painting their blood on the walls and furniture. Mel used one of the kitchen knifes to dismember them and hung their heads from the ceiling on pieces of string. Kehehe! Quite the creative one, ain't she? I took out the bone and muscle from their arms and used them as gloves. Their torsos were placed on the couches as lovely pillows. Mel tried using the legs as brooms, but they were too flimsy. We've stored them in the pantry in case we need 'em to knock someone over the head with! Hehe! WASTE NOT, WHAT NOT!!

Satisfied with the new decor, I turned on the television and flipped to the news channel. OH, AND HOW FORTUNATE I WAS TO CATCH THIS HANDY PIECE OF NEWS!!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!

"Breaking News: We've just received word that approximately one hundred CIA and Secret Service officials have been asked to become involved in the 'Mind in Zero' case, regarding with the attempted capture of Singing Zero. As we all know, Singing Zero is estimated to have taken the lives of over 37 individuals within the past year- " Oh ho! Look, I made the news! Hehehe! Too rich, yes indeed!

I glanced over at Mel, who was staring blankly at the TV. "Hey, you damn robot. Do you know why they call me Singing Zero?"

"No." AH! SHE ACTUALLY RESPONDED TO ONE OF MY QUESTIONS!!! HA! I giggled as a snicker formed on my face.

"Well, it sounds weird calling me Happy Zero, doesn't it? EHEHEHE!!!"

Nothing. Honestly, no sense of humor that thing. I grimaced and turned back to the TV. "You know what Melandra rhymes with? Hydra. You gonna mind if I call you that from now on?"

"No." I threw back my head in frustration.

"Is that the only word you know, huh? Answer me, tin can!"

"No." Smartass. I jumped to my feet and walked out the door. I didn't hear Mel follow me.

I had to think. Not that it was a problem that the police were too wimpy to chase me down themselves and had to call in the big guys to do the job for them. The problem was how I was going to deal with that. I could kill them off one by one and draw out my entertainment, which is what I've been doing lately anyway. The only drawback was where to start. If I couldn't get close to them before they discovered my identity, I was done for.

I had walked several blocks down to a local park and just sat at one of the benches, staring at the branches. I felt serene there. The long, interlocking limbs of the trees reminded me of God. He was watching over me. I was safe. He wouldn't want to lose his prime form of entertainment now, would he?

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep or something. Things went a little foggy and I couldn't discern the leaves from the sky. The sun was blotted out. My body suddenly felt heavy. My perception seemed to slow several times from its normal rate. It was almost like the world was my personal movie. Yep. He was here alright.

Or... it could have been drugs. I would've preferred God's interference instead. I woke up and found myself in the back of someone's van. I didn't know how long I was out but if they were pawing at my body while I was unconscious, they'd be worse than dead.

It took me a moment to realize there was someone sitting in the driver's seat, surveying me from the rear view mirror. Eyes of golden hazel and hair of auburn red. Ah, but there were no glasses. Yes... I remember you.


"Hey, Willow," I greeted. I was in no way bound to prevent me from attacking anyone, so I could only assume Knight was again taken from me. "This is an unusual way to try and see me. You part of a secret society or something? That how you drugged me?"

No response. Fuckin' officials, thinking silence is a good tool for intimidation. She shifted in her seat. "You admit it, then?"

"I plead the fifth."

"It don't work like that."

"What grounds do you have to arrest me?"

"Well..." She took out a pistol, loaded it, and pointed it right in-between my eyes. "Seems strange you both share the same name Zero."

"Pft. Pretty fuckin' lame excuse." I leaned closer to her. She cocked the trigger. I smiled. "Come now little girl. You don't want to get involved."

"You're the one who's involved."

"OH?" She opened her mouth to reply. I tried to utilize that split second of opportunity as I flinched toward the gun. A round was shot. The ringing pounded in my ear. Everything suddenly went blank. I couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel anything. Just noise. OH GOD SUCH A LOUD, FUCKING NOISE. And a voice. Mumbling something.

"... I shot her. She made to reach the gun.... I don't know, I shot point blank.... Fine, I'll check."

My vision immediately cleared to a foggy film. I saw her climb to the back where I was lying and touch my neck, checking for a pulse. I couldn't see where the gun was. She looked away into a bulky communicator.

"She's cold. I can't feel anything." Ha! That's all it took? Dear Willow, you used to be more thorough than this. You dreamed of being a detective since grade school... and this was all you could amount to? I bet I'm more skilled in combat than you are, Willow. Ehehe!

I quickly kicked her in the head, sending her and the communicator flying towards the front of the van. I locked her down on the floor, my eyes scavenging for the gun. Oh come on! It was only seconds ago she had it! Willow struggled in my grasp and tried to throw me off her back. I spotted the gun in her holster, pulled it out, and released her as I held the gun to her head with both hands. She held her hands up in defeat.

"Did you honestly think a measly metal pellet could take me out? HAHA!!!"

"Why are you doing this?" Why is it always the same question? Huh? Answer me that! "Whatever happened to the friend I could tell anything to? That I knew would always have my back?

That I- " *BAM!* Dead in a second! EHEHEHEHEHE!!!

I climbed out the back doors and I aimed the gun at the gas tank. I fired one shot. Ah, the marvelous sight of watching things explode! I swear I could discern a body part or two that flew out along with the fire and other debris. Kehehe! As I gazed jubilantly into the glorious flames and took in that satisfying smell of gasoline, I answered:

"That friend became an entertainer for GOD."

Friday, October 7, 2011

Ian I.

I'm being very cautious at the moment. I'm not sure where the loopholes started. The first 37 were killed in secrecy. Then I got bored with that. There have been more sightings of "Singing Zero" around lately. I dunno if people actually SEE me or if it's just some punk ass poser. Security's tight nowadays.

Truth be told, I haven't noticed this past week what's been occurring. I just find joy and entertainment in torturing my little lackey. Every time I mention Evan's name, she fires a round on me with her pistol. Handy little thing. I nicknamed him Shark. Hehe!

She's loyal, though. Or, as loyal as a stupid robot can be. She does whatever I ask - EXCEPT answer my questions. It's starting to really bug me. But, unfortunately, for the time being I'm going to need her.

Things are getting complicated.

My dad's friend heard about the autopsy report on Landon's death. Apparently, he's head of the investigation to catch me. Ha! Such a cute concept of cat and mouse. Cute, because I'm the cat. :)

He called me up on my cell and told me to see him immediately at his residence. That it was strictly business. And here I thought I was finally going to be confronted on any one of my family's deaths. Oh, heartbroken, yes I was! I was still surprised they had yet to find the body! Ha! Amateurs. They're keeping it quiet that Lexi died, as well. Ian noticed.

"Come over," he demanded. Really? You really think you're going to go places by BOSSING ME AROUND? Ugh.

"If I don't?" I challenged.

"I'll have you arrested." Ouch. That hurts, Uncle Ian. And I thought we were like family. Aww.

I hung up the phone. I was debating on not going. I still had to babysit the doll. Full time job, I tell ya. And what was that about arresting me? Please! After an entire year, I still haven't been apprehended.

However, there was that seed of doubt growing in my mind. Had he been so unfortunate enough to connect the dots to me through Landon and Lexi's death, I can almost be assured that the entire police force was in the know as well. The only way I could slip through was lack of evidence. ARGH! It was driving me insane! I had to know!

I grabbed Mel by the arm and dragged her with me the entire 7 miles it took to get there. Like hell I'm going to do that shit again. Oh, he was asking for it. We arrived at the house and I shoved her into the bushes. I scolded her every time she tried to get up until she finally complied to lie low. Loyal, yes. Stubborn, HELL YES. I finally approached the door.

"Come on in," Ian replied after about a minute of relentless knocking. Keep me waiting, will you! No, no, no!

I almost stopped frozen in my tracks when I realized Ian wasn't alone. There were two other's in uniform like the one Ian was wearing. What worried me the most was the woman in-between them, shrouding her eyes under the bangs of straight, blonde hair...

The guidance counselor of Evan's school.

They looked up at me with less then welcoming grimaces. "Sit down, Zero," ordered Ian. I did not move.

"Protocol, Officer Iclinic," reminded the larger of the two officers, who stood up with his correspondent in unison. I jumped backward.

"Don't touch me," I hissed. They lurched forward and seized my arms with one hand, the other patting my body. My heart began racing. Once they found Knight, I was done for...

The several seconds of checking for weapons dragged on for hours for me. When they were satisfied I was not in possession of a weapon, they guided me to an empty chair at the table they were all sitting at. Those closest to me leaned away to chance a better look at my profile. The farthest one away, the counselor, hid her eyes in her hands like she was moping. Ugh. Disgusting.

"Mrs. Banks has given her testimony on an Evan Locross, who was killed almost two weeks ago coincidentally on a school day where you announced you were going to kill him," stated the darker officer.

"I never used the word kill," I corrected. "I never stated I was going to try and take his life. Mrs. Banks is obviously skittish and old and can't remember the damn truth- "

"Where were you when Evan Locross was killed?" asked the taller officer.

"Off campus," I said. "Visiting a friend."


"Melandra Anderson."

Everyone went silent. I could literally hear the air moving around me as they each took turns breathing in and out. Ian was surveying me over the top of his adjoined hands. The woman never spoke. I felt their disbelief and tension. Most likely they noticed Mel's absence. Damn it. Should have never used her for my fucking excuse. I nonchalantly put my hands in my pockets and for once in my life I felt vulnerable all within one second. I could hardly steady my breathing. I had to force myself not to look down. No. NOOO! CHEEKY, SELF-RIGHTEOUS BASTARDS!!!

Knight was gone.

Oh no. Like FUCK I was gonna play their game anymore. I glared at each of them as they just sat there like they were retarded. I made sure to send extra vibes of hate towards Mrs. Banks, who never even ONCE made eye contact with me this entire time. Respect your killer, bitch!

"Can I go now?" I exclaimed. "Or should we go over the rules of how to play a staring contest?"

"Mel's whereabouts are currently unknown," replied Ian. "How can we be sure you're not lying?"

I threw my hands up in the air. "Well, I guess you can't. Go ahead, blame me for their deaths! Like hell you're going to catch the real killer by doing that! Who knows where Mel is? Probably dead in a ditch somewhere after killing herself to be with Evan. There. Are we done?" I stood up without an answer, to which the two officers jumped to their feet with me. The staring contest game between me and these guys went up to the level of Mexican stand off type of contest. I sighed and looked away.

"Look, I was upset and angry at Evan. I didn't know how to handle it so I went to Mel's to ask for help. We heard about Evan's death over the weekend. Mel left after that and I never saw her again. Ok?" Oh, I was getting into it. I had tears rollin' down and everything! I was the perfect stereotype of a sob story.

Again, they stared at me. Again, it was silent as a dead person. Then Ian, who seemed to find some earnestness in my eyes, told the other two officers to escort Mrs. Banks from his house to her own. The obedient dogs left without a word or protest. Soon, it was just me and Ian standing in his dining room.

"I'm sorry," he said after a moment's of silence. Geez, what, did these people think that time was money? "I had to eliminate every possibility... There's something else I wanted to tell you."


"Landon and Lexi are dead." He closed his eyes in expectation of I guess a waterworks show. "I'm sorry."

"Ah! Ugh! Oh! Uhuhuhuh.... hehehehehe, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Oh, it had been a while since I've seen an old man's face crinkle with fear and confusion! It was like his skin was made of oily paper that smelled like dirty socks. I continued laughing, the tears streaming down my face. I heard the crash of glass and the banging of wood; I'm sure in my moment of ecstasy I was knocking over all kinds of shit! Pft! He needed to clean out the house anyways.

"I know it's a lot to take in- " He shuffled towards me cautiously. I swung my arm around once more in a frenzy, the long nails gliding themselves across his face.

Hoh, how he stumbled away in pain and horror! HEHE!!! He collided with the wall, holding his face in his hands as the blood spurted from his cheeks and eyes. I leapt forward and grabbed his throat, the force of which banged his head back up against the wall. I imagined myself actually pushing the wall in attempt to move it, the force flowing ever so stronger through my arm with each passing moment. He struggled, one arm on mine and the other searching for his gun in his belt holster. It was too easy! I swear to you I took it in and out of the holster a couple times, snatching it away during the moments he was close to grasping the butt of the gun and placing it back when he would give up searching for it.

It only lasted about several seconds. Much to my dismay. Ehehehe! To heighten my interest, I allowed him enough air to ask one question.

He sputtered, trying to utilize what little air I provided him to try and form some audible words. Moments passed before he looked at me straight in the eye and grumbled:

"I was right. Your father would be so disappointed." I stuffed my free hand down his throat and choked him to death. Such a stupid way to end your life. Meaningless from the beginning, anyway. Don't you see? He died BECAUSE he was disappointed in me. Ha! Oh, of course you don't see you dead fuck. My bad.

I stepped outside after completing my work to set up the crime scene. I'm sure it would be a delightful portrait of a dead cop chained to his dinette table with three bullets lodged in his throat. I left behind a suicide note. Choking didn't work, and I got hungry so I decided to eat some metal. Khehehehehe...! Oh, it tickles me even now!

The first thing I saw was Mel standing over three bodies with a switchblade in her grasp. First, it annoyed me she ignored my orders and second, I was definitely livid to see that weapon in her hot little hand. Not a word was spoken as she returned Knight to me. I stepped over the bodies and after about gaining several feet in length, I heard Mel's steps follow after. Kah! It earnestly annoys me to acknowledge this.

That hallow bitch is handy after all!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Lexi K.

Landon was 31 years old when he died. He conceived his first born when he was only 15 years of age. I began living with him after our parents died. There wasn't a day that went by without me hearing about his woes over his child's mother. Pft. The bitch was literally a prostitute. And now her daughter is, too.

I've disappeared from the school system. Wandering from place to place at the moment. Not even sure which country I'm in, to be honest. Ugh. Hiding is such a pain.

You know, I'm starting to piss myself off. I can't believe how much I've been slacking lately. True, I couldn't have known where she lived, but I need to take care to be more cautious. I can't have too much family blood on my hands. I'll be uncovered for sure.

I stopped by a coffee shop to snag some free wi-fi. Ha! This certainly makes my job easier. I looked through dad's old files. They JUST now put an autopsy report together for Landon. Seriously, if you're going to disgrace my work, I might as well eat the bodies of my victims! Or make public spectacles out of them. Who knows? That might actually add more spice to this dreary life.

Any-who! I got flagged down by a cute little highschooler wearing three inch heels and an asking-for-it dress. She and I talked the afternoon away. We shared very momentous stories, oh yes. Who is this person, might you ask, that I would willingly keep alive for normal conversation? Hehe! Perhaps her introduction to me will clarify things.

"Auntie? Auntie Zero! HI!!"

Aww, I felt so special! Not to mention completely caught off guard. How the hell was I supposed to know she lived near San Francisco? I don't keep track of my bro's bastard children, let alone my bro. Truth be told, I thought she was dead. What a downer, eh? Aha!

We stood up and continued talking outside after about an hour or two in the coffee shop. Oh, oh, oh! And guess what she was gonna do?


"Aww, do you miss him? Hehe!" Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back the laughter protruding from my lips! It didn't even phase that slutty whore! Dense a fuckin' brick, I tell ya!


"What's so funny?" she asked so innocently.

"Oh, thank GOD, then this makes it all the more bearable! I don't give a flying rat's ass why you're going to see him, but this is all too rich!"

"I was forced to," she pouted. Was she displeased that I was laughing or that she was forced to see her dad? Either way, the look on her face was too precious! "Mom said I needed time away to see my dad. Why?"

"Ho, HO!! I'm just merely saying that I'm glad you hate him 'cause he's already dead!"

It was like a scene from a movie. She became still as a statue. "What do you mean, he's dead?" she whispered. "Of course he's dead to me!"

"OH, to you! To me! To the entire world! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" I looked at that cunt straight in the face and oh was she fuming!

"No, no! How? Why?!" Let me tell ya, waterproof mascara is the way of the world. That regular shit can make even the most beautiful princesses turn absolutely horrible. What, was she sad? Did she really feel sorry for her poor excuse of a dad? Ha!

"Listen here, Lexi," I ordered. She jumped at the sudden change in my tone. "The old coon is gone. Be happy; neither of us gave a DAMN about him."

"B-But, I- !"

I quickly hit her on the side of the head with Knight, the blade aiming for her forehead. She had no time to prepare. In the course of one second, she was on the ground weeping and on the verge of fainting. Both of her hands tried to cover the gap in the side of her temple, as if they had some magical healing powers or whatever. Pft! So mediocre.

I squatted next to her head and grabbed her ear. She screamed such a delightful blood curdling scream as I dragged her head with my hand to look at me square in the eyes.

"You're just like everyone else. BORING. You disgrace me by sharing the same blood and name as I." So, to repay her for her disgraceful actions, I stripped her naked and left her body behind a row of bushes next to an empty sidewalk. Oh, I also tried cutting off her breasts, but with just a switchblade it proved a little too... messy. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

Her last words were a riot. "You're the disgraceful one." Ha! Tell that to your grandparents next you see 'em. They'll tell you who the REAL man of the family is!

I don't know about you, but I feel as though with every blood bath I am closer to cleansing this condemned world! It's time this world has set their sights on a new GOD.

Oh, I bet you're wondering whatever happened to that widowed GF, Mel, huh? Well, I'll tell ya one thing. She's a loyal follower of God now! EHEHE! Not that she had a choice in the matter. She's such a friggin' robot, though. Does not interact in the slightest. I'm pleased.

Well, not really. Honestly, I'm not sure I like the way this God of mine works. Now the little soulless bitch is following me around like a lost puppy. UGH!! She is just as clingy now as she was when she was with Evan! Like, DUDE!!! This has been going on since, what, Monday evening? I've tried killing her off just for following me, but Knight and I aren't sufficient enough to do the job. The only question she'll answer is the why. WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!

"HE told me to." she'll respond calmly.

I am never converting a worthless piece of flesh EVER again!