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Imagine if the serial killer always confress about the first person they killed because their truly felt guilty or loved them and want to tell somebody of how they were such a great person, but since they told the new person, they must die and the process goes on.
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"I killed him," I whispered, and my sister's eyes flick to mine, confusion lacing her gaze.
"Killed who?"
"Him—them, everyone." I choked out, my eyes blurring with tears. "The murders, the one you'd seen on TV and come and pray to me that we'll soon be deprived off— that was me! Not a random drunkard, neither a depressed, hopeless man— It was me... It was me..."
Then she laughed, low and nervous, unsure and scared. "Hey, look at me—"
"I'm sorry," I said, and I got up, the chair scraping.
I love her.
Too much that I confessed to her instead of following my stupid vow to keep it away from her.
Now I have to kill her, too.
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. My sister, she's beautiful. She's graceful.
Smiling lips, laughing eyes, poetic words.
She was every bit the angel.
But angels are meant to be in Heaven, though, aren't they?
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It's giving Toga from Mha
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It’s giving mentally unstable person who struggles with insecurities and depression and doesn’t understand love or how to care for
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"I'm sorry, I have to do this." The killer sobs as they shoot the person who turned them down, "W-wait!-" they shout but are cut off by the bullet flying into their heart, just how the killer felt when they repetitively get rejected for being one, "I'm sorry, I'll let your family know of your passing, darling.." they bury the lifeless corpse next to the rest of the others who didn't want to love the killer.
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Plot twist: This is the last one they tell but they can’t bring to kill because they love them too much more than the others.
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When I woke up, my mind was a mess. Why had I told him? I trusted him last night, but now I'm not so sure. I'm never sure. I need to stop. Stop killing, stop telling, just stop. Just one more chance. That means there can't be any witnesses. He could turn me in. No. That's not fair. I brought out my plastic wrapped knife and held it above him. I closed my eyes to hold the tears back. I knew where to stab. The heart. His heart was good, and I was going to break it. My eyes were open again, my heart and brain arguing. Love wouldn't save me. I'd confessed. Not a chance that I'd survive even a couple more days. I brought the silver blade down, his blood pooling on the white satin pillow, soaking it through. I cursed myself, my inability to follow through and my heart's weakness. I stood up straight, breathed in and wiped the tears. No more. Not again.
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YOURE SOO PRETTY
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((this kiiinda matches one of my OC's sooo))
Janette looked up with a dead gaze from her cell – not just because she was due to die in less than a few hours – her gaze has been like that as long as she could remember. And now, the woman getting her executed – that woman, the queen herself, was standing right in front of her, she couldn’t even bring herself to be angry. In fact, there was something a little liberating about it.
So Janette keeps her gaze firmly on the woman, despite having no way to tell if the queen was looking back, her eyes hidden beneath a veil. But to Janette’s surprise, the queen removed her veil, and her eyes looked rather.. Sad?
The queen unlocks her cell, and enters herself. Janette kept as still as possible, not knowing where this was going. It scared her, honestly, having heard rumours of the queen being batshit insane. And maybe the rumours were true, because out of nowhere, she takes Janette’s hands in both of hers, and begins speaking fast, breathless, “Oh, please understand, I know you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t deserve to die. But I ought to make an example or they’ll think i’m a weak ruler. It’s so unfortunate, I know it is, but you’re not alone, i’ve got people executed for such unimportant things. I’ve even tortured some of them for the hell of it, because I had to show people I was strong, and I felt bad afterwards but what could I do?”
Not kill them? Not torture them? But of course Janette won’t say that. The queen began listing names, the methods of torture or execution she used. She found herself wondering if she’ll be a name on that list, too. A kind of hatred boiled through her – not to the queen but there were people she knew deserved that more than those innocent people. Her family, for one. Her abusive husband.
But there was nothing she could do except listen. And when the queen finished – she kept asking, repeating, with a hint of desperation, “Do you understand? Do you understand?”
No. No, she didn’t. And she prayed she never would.
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“I killed them.” She said to her best friend.
“Killed who? I know my best friend and you wouldn’t kill anybody!” He said.
“You watch the news right?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t some depressed man, it was me.” She said coldly.
“What?!” He said in surprise.
The killer looked down in sorrow.
“You… You won’t kill me right? We are still best friends right?” He asked. Hope didn’t respond.
“Hope? Right?” He asked again. Hope shook her head and grabbed a shard of glass out of her pocket.
“Tyler.” Hope said as she smiled. Her smile was eerie.
“There can’t be any witness. I can’t bare it. I’m sorry.” She replied.
“Hope what are you saying? Hope!” Tyler said as he grabbed her shoulder. A shard of glass slit through his throat and tears rolled down her face.
It was too much for Tyler to know what was going on as his neck started gurgling blood.
“I’m sorry Tyler. You were an amazing friend.”
And just like that, Hope was gone, Tyler was left dead on the top of the roof.
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“I did it. I killed them all.” I say. I’ve told tens of people my sins and it helped for a little while. She nodded.
“I know.” I raise my head and my gaze meets hers. She’s kept her composure, unlike the others. Her eyes were teary but it wasn’t because she was afraid for her life, it was tears of sorrow, for me. She leans forward and takes my hands. I look into her eyes, forgetting that she’d somehow escaped the binds I’d put on her.
“Why?” I ask softly, “Are you not afraid” she chuckles softly.
“I’m terrified but I think you need support more than the fear I’d give.” Tears slip down my cheeks and I allow myself to cry for the first time.
“Thank you” I whisper.
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Ngl this could be a good story... I need to go to my notebook and throw thirty pieces of paper of failed scripts until I finally write masterpiece
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Dexter Morgan ahh vibes
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"I never wanted it to be like this," she says, her voice laced with despair as she looks into his innocent blue eyes. "I'm the killer, I keep killing people, and I can't stop. And you know why? Because there's nothing else in this life that brings me joy!"
"Olga..." he mutters, not knowing what else to do due to the overwhelming fear inside him.
She flinches. "I know you see me as a monster, James. I see myself that way too. I wish I could end it, but I don't know how. I don't want to end it, but I know I should. I should get help, but no one would understand it. They'd hate me and demand that I be sentenced to death."
"Listen to me," he says, gripping the trembling woman who was clearly about to burst into tears by her shoulders. He saw kindness in her beautiful emerald eyes, despite everything. "It's never too late. Many people won't forgive you - especially the loved ones of your victims - but there is always an opportunity to start anew. It will take you years to heal, and it won't be easy, but I believe in you. I've known you forever, and you seemed like such a good person, and there's no way it's all a lie, is there? Is there?!"
Taking her knife out of her pocket, she stares at him with a heavy sigh. It becomes obvious to him why she's wearing gloves. "I'm sorry, James. I can't do it. It was nice knowing you, though."
"No, wait!" he screams, trying to avoid the knife, but he's not fast enough. With another heavy sigh, she starts cleaning up the crime scene at a great speed, fearing the police might arrive soon.
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It all started with one person that betrayed their trust.
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Sis called me untalented in 1638258 languages 😢😅
(She is So amazing 😭
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Scene 1:
"I'm sorry.. Detective..." He said softly.
"Why are you sorry..?" She asked in a comforting voice.
"It.. It was me, Detective.." his eyes began to water.
"Wh- what did you mean luc-" She stepped back in realization..
"I.. you said you wouldn't..." She looked at him horrified.
"You know what you have to do.. It.. it's the only way.." He stammered through tears as he pointed to the Detectives gun.
"No.." She hesitated.
"Detective trust me I don't want to.. I don't want to do this." He whispered.
"Please.." He cried out.
"I.. I can't shoot you.." She started crying.
"I just.. I love you Detective.." He grabbed a gun.
"No.. No please don't do this!" She yelled out.
He slowly pointed the gun at her.
"Angel's belong in heaven.. and you are one Chloe.. " it was the first time he said her name.
Scene2 (also I went of script- cut me the slack):
The Detective stood in between lucifer and Marcus. "If you want to kill him.. you'll have to shoot me.." She said fearlessly.
"Detective I understand you want to be the hero here but step away please." Lucifer begged
"For the first time I agree with him." Marcus laughed out.
The Detective pointed the gun at marcus' waist and shot him.
"What are you waiting for. Finish them." Pierce (marcus' last name) screamed in pain, as the one of the gunmen shot Chloe (the detective).
"Detective? Detective are you okay?!" He yelled out. He swiftly pulled the Detective into his arms while his wings shielded them from all the bullets.
"D-dont worry.. y-you're gonna be okay.." He stuttered as the bullets almost pierced through his wings.
He flew out of the building and left the detective on the roof of the high building.
"Chloe.." He choked out.
"How did we get here..?" She asked lucifer as she pulled on her shirt and revealed a bulletproof vest.
Lucifer left the detective and leaped through a window.
"Come on attack me!" He yelled out as he fought every gunman until only pierce was left.
Pierce pulled out a demon blade (that can kill lucifer besides chloe- if you want an explanation I'll give it to ya).
"Oh so it is a fair fight." Lucifer laughed out.
The two fought, but to lucifers advantage he won.
"I.. im going to heaven." Pierce whispered.
"Oh but that was before you pulled the trigger and killed Charlotte Richards!" Lucifer chuckled.
"N-no that was an accident.. I wanted to.." He started crying.
"You wanted to kill Amenediel, I know. But no one gets to kill gods favorite son." He whispered.
"Lucifer! Lucifer!" Chloe yelled.
As lucifer stood up and turned around he has reverted to his devil face.
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Lol my oc is a serial killer / hitman and her main tactic is hitting on them so they let their guard down
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As it all spilled out of my mouth, little by little, I stared at her face. Her face of horror, fear, and anger. “I killed them all… every last one of them… I swear I only did it because-”.
But she tries to lunge at me before another word can come from my mouth. And as I instinctively push the knife into her, her face falls and I hear that oh-so-familiar sound. The sound every last one of them had made when the knife interferes with their vocal cords as it slices through their flesh.
That same face of horror, etched on her face for eternity as she slumps in her chair. The lifeless look in her eyes as her skin goes pale. The golden skin I used to love so much, as I caressed her cheek.
“…because they knew too much. And my precious grand finale couldn’t be ruined by you running away from me.” I murmured as I stuck the mayor’s precious daughter’s face on a stake in the middle of the city. For all to see, and for all to feel the misery they put me through.
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@mary-tv-13
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the first victim remains a mystery..
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