14+ my friends, definitely not for those with a weak stomach and no gore tolerance 😓

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“Ma’am, are you okay?” Carey chuckled at the question. She was covered in blood and had a nasty gash at her left temple.

The chuckle turned into a hysterical laugh. “Okay? You think I’m okay?” The blood from her gash started pooling at her lips, the taste of red dripping into her swollen mouth.

Carey staggered up to the young woman, only looking about 3–4 years younger than herself. Carey stopped walking at a lamppost and leaned against it, trying to steady herself. “What’s your name?”

“Uhm, Nicole Shelly?” she adjusted the purse slung over her shoulder nervously. “Whats… yours?”

Carey let out another husky laugh. “Carey Whitcroff sweetheart,” Carey said as she neared the woman. “And your about to be number 6, Nicole.”

Nicole dug her hand into her purse as Carey started sprinting. Phone in hand, Nicole started dialing as the Carey bolted to her, moving like a zombie. But much, much faster.

Carey slammed into Nicole just before the last 1. Carey put her foot on her chest, like she was nothing but land to be conquered.

“My sweet Nikki, oh, can I call you that?” Carey continued without an answer, smirking. “You seem like a nice girl. Really. But i need to get to 25. So—“

“25 what? I— I dont know who you are! W—What do you want? Money? I have at least 300 in cash in my wallet. Please, I’m only 21, I can’t possibly—“ Nicole wiggled under Carey’s boot, trying to get out.

Carey grinned at the woman. “25 kills of course sweetheart, and I’ll be sure to take that wallet as soon as I’m done with you. Don’t struggle to much Nikki, I might accidentally break a rib.”

Carey put her foot up for a split second then stomped down hard. The cracking noise was almost as loud as Nicole’s wail of pain.

“Hey Nikki,” Carey said as she took her foot off Nicole, her smile much to large for her small face. “Lets play a game. You run!”

Carey touch her forhead, wincing. Number 5 had put up such a fun fight, but she needed to finish him off of course. Nicole limped away, provided with a small hope she could survive.

_Let her believe she’ll survive._ Carey thought. _It’s more fun that way_.

Carey watched for a few more seconds, then started stalking up behind the woman as she turned into an alley.

“There you are!” Carey taunted, mocking Nicole. “I thought I lost you!”

Carey grabbed Nicole’s arm and threw her against the dumpster beside them. Another crack.

“Let’s count up the injuries, shall we?” Carey cracked her bruised knuckles, hiding the searing pain she felt as she had done so.

Nicole collapsed to the ground, leaning against her one good arm and breathing faintly.

Carey squatted to Nicole’s level. “At least two broken ribs,” She said as she poked her chest, causing Nicole to let out a gasp of pain. “And a dislocated arm! How fun! But the question is, whats next?”

Nicole answered with a mouthful of vomit.

“Alright then Nikki! Of course I’ll choose for you!” Carey grabbed Nicole by the neck, leaving her hovering above the ground. “Any last words?”

“Please…” Nicole managed to make out. “Why…”

“Awh, sweetheart. How precious.” Carey rammed Nicoles head into the brick wall beside them three times. But Nicole Shelly was dead before the second hit.

“Now to answer your question.” Carey drops her corpse casually, remembering to take the girls wallet. “I suppose it started last week.”

She stared into Nicoles empty eyes, the spark of life gone, but Carey held her gaze. “My fiancé, Kyle decided we should go to the bar for his 25th birthday.”

Carey smirked, her eyes shining. “He was so kind Nikki, but had a damn drinking problem. So I obliged, of course. It was his birthday, so I had to. Right?”

“So we went. And some stupid drunk asses got into a bar fight. And he got caught in the crossfire, and so, and,” Carey choked on her words, tears already overflowing, but her smile stayed.

“I killed 3 people in the bar that day. Then two days later, I dealt with a 35 year old lady named Katie Greenwood. Such a boring fight, she wouldn’t stop crying. Then there was mister Connor Buckingham. He was the one who gave me these injuries.” She sighed happily. “It was almost too sad to kill him, but what’s done is done sweetheart.”

Carey shut Nicole’s eyes, then picked her up and threw her in the dumpster. “After 25, I’ll turn myself in.” She patted the lid.

“But I promise you, until then, blood will rain.” Carey frowned, walking out of the alley.

“Now, onto number 7!”

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ik it sounds dark, but im pretty proud of this work lol! sorry i haven’t posted in a while!