22nd of January of the year 2022

8:53pm

It was dark now, and I was ready to strike. I walked up the creaky old staircase, listening with my heated breath, waiting for him to impossibly jump out of nowhere, but I knew it was just my paranoia.

Heavy breaths are the only sound in the silent house, and I'm almost panting over the idea of what is about to happen. I creep up behind him as he reads a book none the wiser. I towered over him from behind the old chair and slit his throat.

He gasps and clutches his throat, desperately trying to stop the blood from running down his chest, so he doesn't die. I relish in the deathly glare he gives me after noticing it is me. I was the killer. He gurgles on his blood as he drops to his knees with a loud thud and rasps out a question.

"Why?" he asks.

That is a good question; why did I stalk this stupid fool for a week and track his entire life? It's simple, really, because he cheated on my best friend. I may be a killer, but I was loyal to a fault, and he had upset my best friend, and I had to deal with her whiny sobs for two weeks, so of course, I had to do something about this.

I have killed people for less and will continue to kill people for less. Human life is useless. We are a useless species, only able to destroy anything in our path.

After I snapped out of my daze, I stared boldly at him with cold eyes, and an emotionless voice answered his predictable question. Seriously, they always ask the same question, but then again, what other question would you ask?

"I hate you, that's why," I told him, which wasn't a lie but not the whole truth.

"You also made the last two weeks of mine a living hell while I had to deal with my darling Alisha, who would not stop sobbing about you cheating on her with that pathetic whore, so that's why. Also, because I am the Heart Slasher, I kill pathetic creatures like yourself who think they can use women however they please," I rant, only to realize I'm talking to a corpse. He had already lost too much blood halfway through.

I let out a big sigh, like at least let me finish before you die. "So rude," I huff.

I turn around only to be met with agonizing pain in my lower body that sets my body on fire as pain shoots throughout my whole body. I groaned in pain and glared at the bastard that had just shot me, considering the loud bang that shattered across the air into my eardrums.

It was that pathetic whore he cheated on Alisha with. I grit my teeth in anger and think this bitch, this whore thinks she can take me down, Anastasia Raven, with the body count of over 20 mundane humans.

How dare she?

She shivers as she walks closer, still holding the firearm with tears streaming down her face.

She repeats apologies as she walks closer to me, and I can't help but chuckle as she stands in front of me, clearly confused and upset about the turn of events and the death of her ugly boyfriend, Chad.

Like Chad? Are you serious? She's such a dumb blonde.

Anyways, back to me slowly dying from the bullet, obviously hitting something important considering the extensive blood patch forming, I rest my hand on her shoulder as I hunch over, panting heavily from the pain, trying not to scream.

The knife hiding under my right-hand sleeve slips into my hand, and I tighten my fist to center myself and murderous thoughts of the bitch in front of me.

I quickly stabbed her in the heart. Trust me, it was the heart I've had practice with. My victims are usually killed by slitting their throats and sticking a knife in their corrupted, cheating hearts. I always leave a black lip stain on their checks—call it a calling card.

She hunches over, and we become the same height. She falls to the ground and dies, as I also fall from the pain and finish the pathetic threat.

I crawled, trying to get to the bag I stashed in the other room where all my gear was, including a med kit. If I get there in time, I could have a chance to save myself. I crawl to the door; all dignity is gone as I groan and huff over the hard, cold planks of the wooden floor.

I grit my teeth in anger and pain as it becomes too much. I growl, "Not today. I will not die. I can't," as I make it over the threshold, my arms stop working, and it becomes hard to breathe. My eyesight blurs harder than before, and darkness slowly has a grasp over my mind as I take my last breath and death consumes me.

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this is so dramatic.

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