her hair flared as she ran through the house, giggling proudly. blood covered the walls like a new coat of paint. the screams were silenced within seconds of her arrival.

"you like it," the girl asked, her crazed smile prominent on her gut-covered face. she pointed to the walls, showing the, now dead, victims her artwork.

"I guess, we could add some decoration," she hummed, her demented mind filling her head with thoughts.

she plunged her hand into the gutted stomach of the victim, pulling out their intestines, and wearing them like a scarf.

her tongue stuck out as she trailed the guts along the wall, hanging them on the hooks that were attached to the wall itself.

"there, it's perfect. soulmates!" her giggles rose when she looked across from her seeing the dead couple, their panic set of their faces for life.

her child-like demeanor disappeared when the thought of soulmates came to her head, but was soon halted when the sound of sirens could be heard.

"shit," she whispered. her voice sounded deeper, more adult-like, opposite to that of seconds ago.

"fucking cops." she packed her red, chromed sword into its place on her hip. of course, after pulling it from the throat of the man.

"freeze," shouted the cop as a whole team of them entered the house. the fiery red-head that stood in front intrigued (Y/n). she didn't seem scared. the others did: their hands were shaking, their stance was off, and their chests were unevenly rising and falling.

it didn't phase the girl one bit. "only if you can catch me," she cackled, turning to rush out the house, getting shot at.

the bullets wizzed past her, missing by millimeters as she ran. two shots rang out. the girl felt two impacts.

one burned her body, one seemed to clink off her body like nothing. she heard one pair of footsteps chase after her, gaining ground as she began to limp.

she wouldn't let that stop her. this is, (Y/n), famed serial killer. fifty-eight murders in the past two years. called "soulmate sucker" for the way she killed soulmates together, never alone.

anyway, the trees were a blur as even the worst pain couldn't keep her from slowing. she took a look back to see the red-haired cop chasing her.

a dead end came close as they entered the city. Natasha was on (Y/n)'s tail, getting cocky when she saw the dead end.

she slowed as they entered the alley. it reeked of alcohol and drugs. (Y/n) inhaled the smell, smirking madly.

Natasha grimaced. what was the criminal that stood before her thinking? what did she have planned?

she reached for her gun, only realizing she tossed it when she ran out of bullets. "no where to go, girlie."

(Y/n), frowned at this. she couldn't go anywhere she wanted. "you know, they always say that. it gets annoying."

when Natasha was taken aback, (Y/n) turned, and leaped over garbage, and propelled herself up the side of the building. "I bet they didn't teach parkour in the training."

surprisingly, Natasha began to scale the building, chasing after (Y/n). "hm, I guess they did." she simply shrugged.

(Y/n) had a head start, giving her more time to make a plan. "fuck it," she mumbled under her breath and hit behind a vent.

seconds later, Natasha ran past her hiding spot, oblivious to the fact her target was behind her now.

"wow, can't get anymore shallow than that." she was kind of disappointed. she wanted to see what this cop could do. she was better than the rest compared to physical attributes.

"oh, well," (Y/n) sighed and made her way to her apartment. she needed new clothes and a different disguise.