Lucy's tale
I honestly don't know how to start this off I have been hiding myself for a long time it feels like forever since it has happened. It hurts me every time I go back to my own personal hell where those rotting ghouls are waiting to torment me endlessly. The days I counted the moments I suffered and endless ticking clock that seemed to last for an eternity. My name is Lucy I am a young female husky I'm 16 and this is my tale.
This is were my hell all began and where my heaven coexisted within it. I was 10 when this all started I remembered how my room smelled of rotting corpses and how my room was like glass house filled with plenty of rocks to hit myself with or hit the glass to hit my body and hope the pain soothes the emotional suffering.
I woke up just like I always do with such a predictable routine. I got clothes on as I felt rebellious and slept nude I felt free that way and having my own room made it all the better. When I got out of my room I felt like a bird outside of it's cage even though it was to myself and I was allowed to do many things I have always felt restricted. I entered the bathroom and the conscious that is a viscous python wrapped around my neck told me how disgusting I looked told me I was far to over weighted it screamed at me in such an angry tone.
I always did this before going to school it was my morning ritual a sacrifice to my own sanity. I pulled out a blade from a secret compartment that my parents would never find. I sawed into my left arm lightly I no longer winced in pain as I used to as I have gotten used to this routine. I then made sure all evidence was gone and rolled down my sleeves. My sleeves hid the many scars I had on my arms and it made me feel amazing afterwords. My viscous python was now a beautiful butterfly that had the most warm of a presence that could light up any room that was far too dark my conscious was satisfied for now.
I then went down stairs after my special moment in the bathroom. I smiled warmly as I noticed breakfast was already made for me. I noticed a note as both of my parents were gone as usual. I ate breakfast read their pathetic excuses for why they weren't here as mom said she had to be at her mother's for a long while in the note and my father would be on a business trip I noticed the baby sitter sleeping on the couch and I glared at her as I could take care of myself.
I didn't even bother to wake the sleeping panther as I made my own lunch for school. I then got on my backpack and exited my house. I rushed down to the bus stop and looked down the highway of hell the burnt tar that smoldered like hot lava almost felt like it could burn one's skin off. The bus came and I sat at the back of the bus alone as no one ever sat by me. I always heard the girls in front of me talking about me. Stacy a girl almost the same age as me always said the most harsh things about me. "She is such a freak no one likes that Lucy, she is so ugly. She has such a worthless existence she deserves to be lonely forever."Stacy said in her usual half witted tone she was always such a dim wit that had such harsh insults. I glared at her back her wild and untamed hair this doberman dived me completely nuts.
Then there was another girl who I like to call my angel as Rose always defended me she was my best friend I considered her as she kept me slightly sane but she still insulted at me at times. She had the most soothing voice it was like a relaxing lavender she was considered a freak as well as she loved nature a bit too much she said she was one with it constantly.
"You know Stacy you're not the florescence of perfection yourself you know. You are moronic loved by other morons who feed off your drama you disgusting fiend. You're like a vulture that feasts off the most putrid of garbage. I have to admit though Lucy is a bit of a freak but if you are to insult someone at least have the backbone to admit your own faults you spineless jellyfish."I smiled a bit when she said this I knew it wasn't the best defense for me but it was all I had she was all I could hold on to for happiness.
Now I got off the bus in a quite manner we were all at school on time now and I rushed to my first hour. I just prayed that I wouldn't run into Stacy. I found that there was a mass amounts of rumors passed around like a plague. All were about me some sounded crazier than others, like that I killed my parents since no one ever saw or heard of them. This always made me mad that people made so many assumptions about me and never cared enough to get to know the real me. The hallways where painted pitch black sometimes red just to remind me how much blood boiled throughout the school. It was like a survival of the fittest for school. Everyone was a wild animal trying to tear apart each other.
I never got into the sport of ripping apart another student emotionally I just breezed throughout most of my classes lucky for me my school day was quick and painless almost except for my last hour my eighth hour. This is were Stacy sat right next to me she was in all my classes her and the other kids always mocked me constantly. I tried to stop them once but I no longer did as I got two black eyes and the group got away with it. I swore I was lucky I got away with my life that day.
It always pushed me to my edge it made me cringe when they insulted me and mocked me, and Stacy beat me up constantly after class was done. For a massive moron she sure did throw some good punches. Luckily Rose always came to 'save' me. She stopped Stacy but she never fully defended me as I have said before.
I then got home by bus again just to rinse and repeat for the whole week except Saturdays and Sundays. Those days where my 'heaven' days I was able to read my most favorite literature such as Ray Bradbury, Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft and many other famous horror writers. Sometimes it made me think what it would be like to be a killer if it would be enjoyable or not if it would burden me more or if it would make me gain more thrill from it.
I rushed throughout many days of the week plotting out my first mass slaughter I was done with the insults done with the endless pain done with everyone. It was a Monday the day they now call dark day as I slaughtered many including my baby sitter. I killed her as so I chopped off her head with a cleaver along with her other limbs. I chopped open her chest and took her organs and devoured all of them.
I will go into mass detail how I killed Stacy oh how I enjoyed killing her. She made me smile the most after I killed her. So in the school evacuating from me I found Stacy hiding like the coward she was. I cut off her arm with the same knife I then beat her harshly with the arm I cut off. I devoured it in front of her beady little eyes. I then ripped her in half roughly while cutting her in the middle. She made such wonderful screams the thrill of the kill was far to much for me I laughed hysterically as I did this to her. I then devoured her body like a wild beast. I fed on many of the students and I even killed Rose in my rampage.
I loved killing her as well she begged me to spare her countless times. I decided to make it a fun little chase she was some special prey. I found her by stairs which I pushed her down then I rushed down and threw her down the hole that lead to the bottom floor. She splattered open like a water balloon. I rushed down to devour the body well what was left of it and I enjoyed the taste of meat.
I was all over the news as I managed to kill everyone in my school. I was found all over the place I was wanted and I also burned down my school so they had plenty of reason to give me a death sentence. But there was a body I saved and that was of my mothers I saved her skin. So I rushed home stitched her skin onto mine and ran off into the next city I stole money from my father, mother and baby sitter.
I left the country and moved to Germany. I stayed hidden for awhile and as soon as the cost was clear I was thinking about my next slaughter. I was wondering which mass amount of people lived in one area or where many people gathered.
I found they gathered in a church and then I decided to visit it many time's learn the ins and outs of the area and how many people went to it. I found enough people went to were it would matter if I killed many of them.
I bought a flamethrower under an alias so that I would not get caught in the act. I went to the church on Sunday and waited for everyone to come and I burned them all down to the ground along with the church and I left the state and moved onto the next one.
They never suspected a thing and I'm glad they didn't otherwise I wou...BANG! I would move forward onto more countries but it seems that some vile vermin need to be taken care of. What was that sound well it was of my own gun an intruder just barged in trying to kill me. Well now I think I must move on as more may come to kill me. I decided to start taking pictures of me and my handy work in most pictures I was smiling. Hell some reports on the news were talking about some furs killing themselves just from looking at the pictures I took.
Soon mass amount of countries were against me many tried to kill me but it was not possible as I knew how to hide. I knew how to go within the shadows and crevices and never be found. I was now a very famous killer as I assassinated many leaders and famous politicians but it was most horrific because I had no one behind me telling me constant lies of who to kill I worked on my own actions. They feared that the government they knew not how to stop me they never thought to send an army. They thought how hard it was to simply end one life.
They were wrong they sent an army after me once. I came prepared though because I knew they were coming. I took down the army they sent after me I started to mock the current president constantly until he did the favor for me by killing himself. It was so fun to see the world around me crumble and they tried and tried to stop me they couldn't. I decided to make one final spree one last move. Then I would retire my knives and retire my killing habits. I would become a new woman with a new name and live within the place where I slaughtered the people.
My choice of place to live was Hawaii. So I flew there by plain under and alias and well same old same old. I killed thousands upon hundreds and never stopped to think how the people felt about me. I then retired there and I was once again invisible forever. I learned another female followed suit of what I was doing I didn't know her reasons but I was interested to meet her a fellow killer. She didn't have that big of a spree hell she did it within her own town. Some said she was already dead but they were wrong just like the news always was.
I know this because she is standing right in front of me and she had the most horrific smile on her face. Her lips were pulled back on her face her smile was forced open. Her eyes where in an endless void with red dots within them. She had the voice of a demon and spoke of a past that was very grim. She also told me how she got a hole in her skull and came back from hell.
I asked her for her name she didn't respond at first I wondered if I set her off. I never knew what her name was before the news only called her as the black rose. No one knew of her name she had none. Even she admitted to this that she had no name or soul she was a shell of a creature. She never did tell me her name she quickly left after I asked her if she was telling the truth.
They finally gave her a name a name so horrifying that to this day I refuse to say it out loud. Her name screamed out the names of her victims the story of their fates. I no longer hunt for other killers like me. Not anymore I shall carry to my grave what I saw on the day she returned.
I wonder at times if I was like that monster that still roams the earth today. I have now been living for 80 years almost and now as an old woman I think back to my old killing days. I know remembered that female's name. She returned to me a third time but she looked as if her age had never changed. I was honestly jealous such a killer could have the gift of eternal beauty except for that horrifying face.
I started to feel weak in her presence I started to grow very tired. I knew I had to rest but I wanted to talk with her as how she kept her beauty for so long. In my death I decided to give the name of the creature I met her name is smile but she calls herself Lucy the daughter of the devil. I finally learned who this female was. She was me I was her and we were soon to become the same being or so I thought.
I wasn't her though I was assuming things like I did in my old age I had such a feeble mind. She was slowly stabbing me with my own knife. I was dying from her but it felt like an honor to fall under such an amazing beast. It truly bewildered me why I feared her when I was young and reckless I think in the end my jealousy caught up to me. I think that all I need to do is follow this light and I will be alright. I can hear my parents calling for me to follow the light and I did...