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(Lynzel...Wake up Lynzel...It's time to get up...You sleep too much, silly...Let's hangout like we used to...I miss you Lynzel...Come back home...Come back to me...Come back to the light...)
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Lynsie awoke with a startled gasp. A cold sweat, shaken breath, and a body that trembled. Not something you'd expect to see from a cold blooded killer. But for awhile now, this was how her nights were.
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It all started after Robert's birthday passed. 06-14. Her dreams would start out normal, then randomly, Robert would show up and spout the same message to her til she woke up. She couldn't figure out why she was dreaming like this. She didn't feel anything anymore. She never felt anything for Robert other than friendship. If anything, they were in a platonic relationship. He wanted more, but she didn't. She was a virgin, he wasn't. They were just friends. Close friends. Nothing would change that even if she wanted to.
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But today was different. She was more calm. The need to spill blood wasn't on her mind at all. This was just a time to relax and nothing more. Just...relax. And to do nothing else. After all. She'd had only just arrived here the other night. She hadn't even gotten comfortable in the abandoned boxcar she found current shelter in. No...This was just a day to hangout and chill.
"Mommy!"
A sudden cry filled the restaurant. A little girl, about age nine or ten, had fallen down. She had slipped on the freshly mopped floor and landed face first. A concerning moment for any decent person. It only got a muffled chuckle from Lynsie. That's what the brat deserved for staring and whispering things to her not paying attention parents. And it would've ended there. It should've ended right then and there. But fate had something else in mind.
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A feeling of amusement came to her soaked form. The thrill of an evening hunt was just too pleasing. Images of how she could paint the walls of the two-storie home with this unsuspecting family tickled her fancy. She honestly had to stifle herself so she wouldn't ruin the surprise.
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The tune left her quietly, and felt oh so good.
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With her left hand, she plunged her claws into his gut, making him let go. Now she was in command. She slashed his face as he held his wound, and pounced on him with a deadly finisher. Claws deep in his neck and chest. He was dead within moments. She pulled bit of him out when removing her hands from his bloody corpse. Clasping her dislocated jaw, a sharp jerk snapped it back into place. Allowing her to take her time to lick her fingers clean as she admired the dead man beneath her.
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She smirked and gave the man's forehead a light peck before leaving. There was more fun to be had upstairs. A mother and child were waiting for ever so willing attention. This was turning out to be a very interesting night.
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Stealthfully, she snuck upstairs. Finding the master bedroom was easy. Daddy dearest had left it partly opened. Time to meet mommy and tell her the good news. Dropping down on all fours, she crawled into the room. Making sure not to spoil the surprise of her presence. She made her way under the bed and became perfectly still. She listened to any sound that wasn't part of the storm.
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The sudden shock stunned the woman long enough for Lynsie to clamp tightly around her throat. Squeezing the life from her in mere seconds. It was quick, almost painless, and ninja like. Very cool in her mind.
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She left the body and made her way to leave. But paused at the door to linger a second more.
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A crazed smile adorn her lips when she spotted the child's room. The unicorn and flower stickers were a dead give away. It made her stomach churn at the cliche this kid was. And it only got worse when she entered the girl's room. Even in the dark, the pink walls were obvious. Overly girly things always made her want to puke. But she had to deal with it as there was something fun in the bed and waiting for her.
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A startled gasp escaped her. Fear glazed over her face. But all Lynsie did was smile warmly.
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Such a soothing voice. It was a lie of course. Just a ploy to lull the kid into a false sense of security. It seemed to work, though she was sure the kid had already pissed herself.
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Something about Lynsie that nobody knew. She really hated kids. When necessary, she could deal with them for a while. But in times like this, when she didn't need to pretend, that's when she let the beast out. Never were her killings more brutal than when she had her clawed hands on a child. She was more twisted and torturous, all just to mess with them before crushing their spirit, and then their life.
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She extended her hand to the girl. A way too innocent smile put on to hide the demon that wanted nothing more than to rip her to shreds.
She climbed out of bed and slowly made her way towards the deadly ghost woman. Her tiny hand reached out to take the killer's hand, but suddenly she stopped. Pulling away and keeping it close. Something wasn't right. She was scared.
Lynsie's eyes widened upon hearing that. She looked over her shoulder to see the mother dragging herself into the doorway. The bitch was still alive? That wasn't part of the game. She cheated!
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Lynsie growled the last part. More annoyed than mad. But it was enough of a disturbing sound to finally alert the kid to the danger she was in.
"Mommy!"
On instinct, she ran to her poor mother. A dumb move. Lynsie simply caught her by her braided hair and yanked her back, locking her in the killer's grip.
"Mommy!"
Lynsie just smirked.
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She said that with sick honesty. Even a slight laugh accompanied the words. She meant every word. Horror flashed on both mother and daughter. This mad-woman was truly insane.
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"What did you do damn it?!"
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''"Let's just say, when given the chance, he's the kind of guy that'll spill his guts."''
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She was mocking her. She'd never got a chance to mock her prey before. This just made it all the more fun. At this point the child was in tears. It was a delicious sight for Lynsie. But as much as she wanted to savor the moment a bit longer, she knew better. These two needed to be dealt with.
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The mother began to creep more into the room. This egged Lynsie into dragging her claws across the little girl's cheek. Elicitating a bloody cry that thrilled her.
"Mommy!"
"Lindsay!"
In an instant, the killer became something else. Something entirely unexpected. For the first time since she began killing, Lynsie was...paused. She froze up. Her mind was shot. And her current state was well seen on her confused face. Did the child have the same name as she did?
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The mother was obviously baffled. Why did this killer suddenly give a crap as to what her daughter's name was? It didn't make any sense. But then again, what did at the time? Whatever the reason, it made Lynsie stop. That was something worth exploiting if she could.
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(Lynzel, what are you doing?)
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Robert's voice came to her head. But she was awake? This can't be happening. Not now. She shook her head and tried to regain herself.
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(Lynzel. You know better than to do this.)
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(Just let them go. You don't have to do this.)
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(She's right Lynzel. You need to stop before you hurt someone.)
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This was going nowhere. Nothing felt real. Too many voices all trying to say something. She was getting unstable.
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(What's wrong Lynzel? You look terrible.)
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(That's mean. And here I thought we were cool.)
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(Don't you even miss me? Don't you miss the way things were? Don't you want to go back to those days?)
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(Calm down Lynzel. Take a deep breath and relax. Things don't need to be so extreme.)
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"Mommy!"
(Yeah Lynzel. Let the kid go.)
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She was losing her grip on reality and the kid. Without noticing it, the mother had reached them and pulled her daughter away. But still weakened from the earlier attack, they were stuck watching this killer go psycho on herself.
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(You know you can stop this right? It doesn't have to be like this.)
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(Think about it. Things can go back to the way they were before the accident.)
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(You know they can.)
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(Why is that?)
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(Because why? Are you scared?)
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(You are scared. You're scared you can't do it. That you'll be killing yourself. The good left in you.)
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(You don't have to be scared. I'm here to help you.)
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(That doesn't mean I'm not here. I miss you Lynzel. I want you to come back home. Come back to me.)
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(I meant the light. Come back to your home in the light.)
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A switch clicked in Lynsie's head and she dropped to her knees. The deadly gleam fading to something else. And to the victim's surprise, it looked like...remorse?
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(There-there Lynzel. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. I forgive you. Now please...Let them go, and come home.)
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It was a very weak whisper, but it was heard nonetheless. And it wasn't taken to heart.
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The switch flipped again, and this time, it disintegrated completely. That word...She said that awful word to her. There was no going back now. Lynsie's path was set and not changing.
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Slowly she lifted her head to stare at the ceiling. And the room fell silent, except for the pounding storm outside. Then it started. A deep, hearty, loud, maddening laugh. It echoed with the thunder. The mad-woman had reverted to insanity.
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She cackled in between sentences. This did not bode well. Lightening flashed and thunder banged. A scream was drowned out by it all til it stopped. Lynsie had lounged in the flash and dug her claws into the mother's eyes. Her thumb nails boring deep into the woman's skull and then her brain. Death followed closely after the horrid scream. The killer was back in action.
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She let the woman's body drop and turned to terrified child.
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The girl took off as if she saw the devil and set on fire. It pleased Lynsie to no end. Now this is what she was supposed to be feeling. Enjoyment, thrill, excitement, blood-lust. But most importantly of all, she was having fun. This was her calling. Her reason for living was to end other's lives. It was truly poetic. How cruel of god to make such a soul. But nonetheless, she thanked him for being.
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Another blinding flash and Lynsie had the girl by the throat.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as she was thrown against the refrigerator. A painful yelp came with the thunk of her small from. And the killer came to continue.
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A sadistic grin showed just how ruthless Lynsie really was.
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She received no response. But took it for a yes anyway.
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The girl's watery eyes widened with crushing disbelief. It destroyed her. And Lynsie just drank it up.
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She slapped the girl across the face and she hit the floor.
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Poor little thing. She pulled herself up and stared at the monster that in mere moments ruined her short life.
Lynsie tilted her head and grabbed the girl's face. A dark, coldblooded, twisted, devilish smile spreading to her lips.
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She suddenly gutted her free hand forward and had it deep into the girl's abdomen. Causing a gasping whimper to escape the child's mouth. A painful wound. But made to kill her.
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She slowly turned her hand to each side.
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She giggled while saying that. Gripping tighter and slicing organs with each finger flex. Only when the girl touched her hand did she stop.
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The child coughed up blood and maybe bile that forced its way out.
A satisfied gleam came to Lynsie's eyes. She got what she wanted. She broke her spirit. There was nothing more glorious than to do that. Well...Almost nothing.
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She pushed her hand in deeper and moved up into her chest. Clawing til she gripped a warm spot and pulled back violently. Clasping the young girl's still beating heart. And then squeezing it til it oozed between her fingers. Death was instantaneous.
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She looked around for a second. Scouring drawers til she pulled out a large clever, then returned to the lifeless body of the girl. Using one hand to hold her head up straight by the hair.
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With a mighty swing, she cut the girl's head clean off of its body and held it like a proud trophy.
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But this was only the beginning. This night was far from over. The family may have been killed. But there was still so much she was going to do to them. All sorts of horrible, messy, gut retching, ghoulish, murderous things...And she was going to love every fucking second of it all.
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