An exasperated sound escaped Raven's lips as she attempted to remove a patch of blood from her skin.
"What a hassle," she complained bitterly, staring coldly down at the body severed into several portions.
"That's rich," Celie, her literal partner in crime, replied. She gestured around the dreadfully smelling room of rotten flesh. There was a body in every corner, and dried blood staining the wall.
"I'm not talking about the killing. I meant how these people are foolish enough to force me to show myself," Raven said with a hint of agitation. " It's almost like they don't know any better."
Lowering herself, Raven began to carve two letters. Letters that many in the town of Domsvile recognise and fear. A symbol of the most hunted and smartest serial killer. 'RD,' a terrifying message that was all a game to her. It sounded more like a taunt of, 'catch me if you can' to the local police that had been working on finding out who she was for the past year. They had never stepped close to succeeding, but they might. Even a girl who was raised in a grotesque environment and knew every little thing about hiding evidence can slip up once in a while.
"Are you done?" Celie scrunched up her nose in disgust. She was hungry, and watching her best friend carry out her job was making her lose her appetite.
"Yes."
Raven chucked the head of the man in the freezer before gesturing out the door.
It was not their house. It was more of a spot where hiding seemed the most convenient. Raven had made sure to study every little detail of the true owner of the house. His name is Jean Luc, and he worked in a relatively large company. Raven was acquaintances with the wealthy owner, who had been owing her a large amount of money.
She would think such a rich man would find it easy to pay back. She did quite a favour for him, after all. However, money was owed. He seemed smart at first, Raven had thought with a shrug. To hire the most wanted criminal in Domsville, then ask her to wait for months after the original paying date was a dangerous route to thread.
Jean Luc was on a business trip that was a year long. It was enough time for Raven to put a plan into place and call his house her home.
Alas, Jean Luc was expected to return home a day after. He'll be in for a surprise. His home has become quite a murder spot. A pity, but Raven brushed it off like nothing. He would have gotten some cash from that long business trip, she reasoned with her crew of best murder friends.
When Raven first killed in Jean Luc's home, she used the blood of her victim to write a sweet little message:
Hey!
A pleasure, Jean Luc. I'd be borrowing your home for a year. It will be caked in blood when you return home, but it's possible to clean them, so don't worry. I am very thankful that you allowed me the chance to have your home, so I might give you a gift in the future. Perhaps a festival or something else that is significant.
Sorry for the mess.
Also, I might still be hiding in your home when you return home and call the police. You never know, there could be a little hiding spot I created in your house.
Yours,
RD
There was no 'little hiding spot,' Raven simply thought it would be fun to let the police waste their time searching for something that does not exist. Celie had added a smiling face with a winking eye below Raven's message on the first day.
As they passed the wall of dried blood, Raven took a quick glance back at the mess. Maybe there was a shred of what might have been guilt that arose in her chest for that stranger, Jean Luc, because she knew how it felt to lose a home. Maybe she would simply get him a house, or allow him to stay at hers. It was a simple little cottage.
Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk.
Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.
She had a few plans on how to divert attention away from her. A plan that would involve an awful risk. However, she knew she could somehow pull it off.
A crooked, wickedly beautiful smile grazed her face as Raven left the house beside Celie. They pulled the hood over their faces, further covering the tattoo on the side of their foreheads.
I'll see you soon, Jean Luc, Raven allowed the voice in her head to promise.
Jean Luc felt like it has been forever since he had laid his eyes on his stunning house.Something was odd about it, though. He had felt like his home should be quite filthy since it had been a year, but the outside was so clean.He murmured a thankful message to whoever had cleaned it before opening the door. He locked it instead. A hint of fear pounced at him as he discovered that the entrance to his house was left unlocked.It was mild compared to a mere second later.As he pushed open the door, crimson red words greeted him back. It was written in pretty, but horrific handwriting. The handwriting of a murderer.Jean Luc almost felt his heart pounce out of his chest as he read the message. He let his eye linger on the face below it before looking at what was oncehishouse.Scrambling, he reached for his phone and almost dropped it. The smell, his surroundings and the message caused a type of panic that he had never exp
Jean Luc felt silly. If a stranger with a pretty face could bewitch him so thoroughly, he must have a really simple heart.Living with that woman would be pretty fun.He would think they were friends by now, after days of visiting her to make sure she was fine. A stab wound was undoubtedly painful, and he thought it was only right to be beside the woman who almost died in his house.He had been living in a motel for the time being. He had enough money to afford a brand new home, but as Lucina mentioned, it was best for both of them to live under the same roof. Every time Jean Luc closed his eyes in the motel, he'll wake up to images of bloody bodies.On the day when she could return home to her home, Lucinda's friend had awoken.
"Good Morning," Raven said.The rain outside drowned out her words."Morning.""Would you care for some coffee?""I'd love to," Jean Luc replied as he settled down on a seat around the kitchen table.She set it down before him, and another for herself before her phone rang. An irritated sigh escaped her lips. She had not forgotten about the plan, not for a second, but it was peaceful with Jean Luc for the past few days. She did not have to worry about removing evidence from her victims or carving the two letters she dominated into skin."Hey," Raven said into the phone."Dom," Celi
"Wanna break into the museum for the fun of it?""Sure."Jean Luc stared between them. Utter lunatics."Alright, Jean Luc. You're coming with us."This friend of Lucinda seemed to be pretty nice. Jean Luc could remember Lucinda claiming it would be better for her friends to be left without incident about her near-death incident, but this Celie seemed to be an exception.For her to visit Lucinda with a jacket in fear of her best friend getting sick in the rain showed Jean Luc that Celie was a great friend. Though, he was curious how she knew Lucinda would be laying in the road at the exact moment. She must do it often.He was suddenl
"This is insane," Jean Luc admitted as Lucinda led him into a room he knew he should have paid to enter.She did not let go of the hand firmly wrapped around his even as she came to a stop. The screen was playing. It was about a riot that happened a decade back in Domsville."How much do you know about Domsville's history?" she questioned."I didn't quite listen in history class, honestly."Laughing, Lucinda reached to grab candy from a glass bowl. She had suggested everyone wear gloves to further avoid getting caught. Jean Luc would rather hold her bare hand, though."It's mint," she said, holding one out for him.He took it while
She never agreed to be in the position she was in. Her mind and heart chose differently, and she had to pay the price.Raven could do nothing when under his spell. It was pretty ironic, really. She was the town's most wanted criminal and had probably killed more than anyone could imagine. She lived in a world where guilt did not exist, where she was supposed to live up to the rumour saying, 'the demon, RD, don't have any human feelings.'Instead, her heart was pounding in a way that contradicts all of the rumours, much to her annoyance. She was starting to like the man she was supposed to manipulate. It sounded as stupid as it was.Raven wanted to roll her eyes when her heart started speeding again as Jean Luc smiled at her before leaving to his room.
When Jean Luc awoke the next day, Lucinda was no longer snuggled against him. She was always up so early, despite how late they went to bed.As expected, Lucinda was enjoying breakfast on the couch with her legs propped atop the table between her and the television."Dumbass," she sneered at the movie she was watching. Or more specifically, the character who just got murdered."Morning, love.""That's new," Lucinda turned to face him. "Love.I like that. Way more than cute, adorable, sweet and all the other bullshit." She grinned and Jean Luc smiled back."How long have you been up?""Enough time to cook you breakfast.
Since Lucinda started going to work, she never stopped.It had been a few weeks since Jean Luc saw her enter their home with little patches of blood covering her pants and an unexplainable void in her eyes.When she saw him, though, a genuinely happy smile covered her face. Jean Luc thought nothing of the blood because as she entered the cottage, her first words were, "I need a tampon."Sitting so close to her, his heart sped. That has been going on, as well."They form a picture," Lucinda said, pointing to the stars above. She had somehow convinced him to climb onto the roof and lay there."I see nothing," Jean Luc muttered. There were just stars.