“Now what are you doing here, little birdie?” Mark questioned to himself; intrigue evident within his gaze as he saw a small orange-haired girl laboriously drag a seemingly heavy duffle bag up the five flights of stairs that led to her decrepit apartment.
The unkempt man scratched the stubble on his chin as he attempted to piece together what was going on.
“It’s 3 am, and this girl is nearly dragging back a large bag into her apartment. But where is that other boy? What she’s carrying is clearly too much for her to move easily. Unless what she’s doing is a secret from the boy?” He pondered, slightly shifting in his seat as he let out a small groan from having sat in the same place for far too long.
Mark’s eyes wandered away from the small girl’s door once she sluggishly entered her abode, his cyan orbs fixated upon a worn-out-looking lockpicking set that had been used one too many times for certain unlawful deeds.
“Looks like it’s just you and me again, partner.” He joked to himself.
“The next time she leaves that apartment, I’ll wait half an hour and then attempt to break in. I’ll send you two kiddos to the slammer where ya belong. My intuition’s telling me that there must be a boatload of incriminating evidence locked up in that hellscape.”
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“Why the fuck is this old dead geezer so goddamn heavy?” Chloe groaned out as she struggled to lift the two duffle bags that contained his bloody remains.
The small girl had tried to contain his bleeding, using several towels around the house to attempt to ensure no mess was created, but even then, she clearly wasn’t a master at cleanly chopping people up.
In the end, she had just resolved to use the old man’s bed sheets to wrap him up, mentally reminding herself to redo his bed once she got back to Aaron’s abode.
Having practically dragged the two bags for nearly fifteen minutes straight, Chloe let out a relieved sigh once seeing that her apartment was so close by.
“I only have to scale these final steps, and I’ll be right there!” She celebrated, poking her head around the stairwell as she scaled the final step.
But soon the smile that had once adorned her face faded.
A middle-aged man dressed in all black, his face fraught with surprise as his orbs slowly panned towards the small orange-haired girl’s appearance, took centre stage within her vision.
The door to her apartment was half-opened, a few tools still inserted in the door visible to the small girl.
Quickly covering the door’s keyhole and removing his lockpicking equipment, the tall, heavily dressed man threw a quick smile towards the small girl and started to explain what he was doing.
“Oh, hello there. I was just passing by and saw that someone had left their door open! Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t trying to break in or anything! I was really about to shut the door!” He attempted to lie, the small girl’s countenance souring by the second.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
“Did… Did he see anything? He can’t of, right? He hadn’t opened the door wide enough yet!”
Chloe shifted in her shoes; a large frown formed upon her face.
“I don’t remember leaving my door wide open.” She coldly remarked, quickly closing the distance between the two to gauge how much of her apartment was visible to the man.
Confirming her doubts, Chloe gave the man a cold scowl, causing Mark to back off from the door.
“He nearly saw her.” The small girl relievedly thought, ensuring the man was far enough away from the door for her to enter her apartment without him seeing anything.
Slamming the door shut behind her, Chloe let out a small sigh of relief.
Reopening her eyes, her legs nearly gave out from the scare she was given.
There stood six people. Each a different monster in their own right, scary enough to make any child cry at first sight.
They all stood still, silently staring at the small orange-haired girl.
“Hah. What’s this, a family reunion? You guys are going to make me shed a tear of joy.” Chloe laughed, quickly regaining her composure as she strode forward.
She needed to deal with that bitch’s corpse. It was still laying out in the open in the lounge, crimson carpet surrounding it.
But as she moved forward, and past the six figures, the largest of them all placed a hand on her.
Feeling as if a mountain had been placed upon her shoulders, stopping her from advancing any further, Chloe’s eyebrows furrowed as she gave the ashened monster a pissed-off look.
“Let go of me, you fucker!” She shouted, the fuzzy being unfazed by her outburst.
The figure that had stopped her from advancing was one that Chloe was the most familiar with. The one that started it all.
After her incident with Nathanial, the big guy hardly ever interfered with the small girl, choosing to quietly observe Chloe’s horrific deeds.
Realising that she wasn’t going to be released anytime soon, Chloe burst out in a fit of rage, cursing all six of the figures that now stood around her in a circle-like pattern.
“You fuckers should have just stayed dead! Don’t fuck with me! I’ve got shit to do! A person to protect! Don’t get in my fucking way! Don’t think I won’t send you all to hell for a second fucking time!” She screamed, her arms frantically waving around as if she was trying to scare away a wild animal.
Tackling the mountainous shape to the ground, Chloe balled her hands into fists and threw punches at its face, or at least what the girl had thought was his face.
A frenzied grin devoured her features as she lost herself in the violence, unaware of the fact that the other five figures had quickly gained ground on her.
Shoulders and torso held back by three sets of decomposed arms, Chloe throttled around in the air trying to escape their hold and continue her assault on the large monster.
Looking down towards her prey, the shape was non-responsive as is laid still on the bloodied carpet, twitching once in a while as if its body was going through its final death throes.
The sorrowful sight of the monster’s broken state made Chloe break out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, her legs kicking her surroundings as she continued to escape their grasp.
Two new figures slowly walked into the small orange-haired girl’s field of view and silently stood just out of her leg’s range.
The stared at the person who’d cowardly smothered them to death with hatred, hands reaching for the small girl’s neck.
Chloe stared to kick the monsters as soon as they came close enough, but the two ashened figures took the blows with no problem, two sets of hands quickly reaching her throat.
Completely lost in a lethal rampage, Chloe tried to bite at their arms, willing to sacrifice anything just to inflict some more damage onto them.
But alas she could no longer achieve anything.
Fully mobilised by the remaining five monsters that surrounded her, the small orange-haired girl let out a small laugh, uncaring of the fact that she could no longer breath.
“How many times has something like this happened… You lot think I’m scared of something so harmless like being choked to death. Hah. You’re all under estimating me. I’ll kill the lot of you if it’s… if it’s… the last…. last thing I…. d….” She frantically thought as her consciousness faded to black.