I flop down on my crimson bedsheets shirtless and stare at the grey ceiling. I groan and throw my pillow at my clock. Damned time why do you take so long. Why does the year 3017 have to be so uneventful? I growl and bash my head on the wall repeatedly

"Stupid time. Stupid people. Stupid police. Stupid. Stupid. Stu-" I'm cut off by the Goddy doorbell ringing, I walk to the front door not really caring whether or not I'm wearing a shirt and I can't be bothered to put one on anyway soooo... I swing the door open revealing a group of thugs holding baseball bats and guns and crap. I look unamused, now's not the time to talk. Right now, I wanna smash a couple walls, not people's faces. I smile although it does sound tempting. "hello there, how may I be of assistance to you?" a wide fake smile stretches itself on my pale lips, the guy spits on my door mat. I stare at the spit, that's gonna take a while to clean up. I glare at the dude who spat on my territory. Scrap that this whole neighbourhood belongs to me. And only me. Everyone who lives here abides by my rules alone and who doesn't pay with their life. And let's just say these ninnyhammers aren't making a good impression on me,

"Are you the brat that massacred the other guys?" the bulky one spits in my face. My smile widens more, so that's what this is about,

"yeah that's me, problem?" I chuckle, blood lust laced in my amused words, and catch his punch with my left hand, the guy's eyes widened, and his flunkies' jaws drop slightly. Oh, so this guy isn't easily beaten, well the present is always the time to change they say.

"W-why you little-" he glares, I cut him off

"let's take this outside I don't want to wake up my dog." I smile and grab my grey jacket with fur on the hood. I walk outside and lock the door behind me, "let's not take too long, the police are chasing my butt in this game of tag. But I haven't been IT so far, so I guess it's alright for now." I walk toward an alleyway stained with dark red and filled with grey and black crime tape. Oh, wow they work, fast don't they? I'm surprised no one is on guard. Idiots. With my back still towards them my aura from a faint grey turns pitch black, well this is a good time to spend time when I can't sleep. I crack my knuckles and all the guys holding the bats charge at me at once. Swiftly I turn 180 degrees and stab my blade down one of their chest and drag it down to his stomach, I pull it out and stab the man behind me in one of his eyes that are filled with panic he lets out a blood curdling scream as he clenches his bloodied eye, I smirk just how I like it. Now for the gunners, I fiddle with my throwing knives in my jacket pocket and throw four of 'em at the damned gunners' foreheads right between their eyes. "You're going to have to be faster than that." I taunt and punch the bulky leader guy square in the face. He stumbles back a couple feet, "I wonder now, who's the sheep and who's the wolf." I mumble and stare at the bodies on the already blood tainted floor. Jokes on them, I've always played as the wolf in sheep's clothing, I simply don't let my instincts take over as much and play with my prey more.

One. Two. Two of them are still alive. I walk towards one of the already dead gunners and finger his revolver, a smirk plasters on my face I move towards one of the sideliners and penetrate the gun through his red lips, "thanks for playing with me, you can finally have a time out now." I ruffle his grey hair and pull the trigger after I watch his dull eyes widen in fear and his bright blood explodes all over the barrel, trigger guard and the front sight, I lick my lips as I watch the crimson liquid flood out of the muzzle and coat the concrete floor beneath him. I turn my head towards the lone survivor, the leader, of this unbelievably stupid gang and walk towards his retreating form. He eventually backs up against the end of the alley as I walk closer and closer towards him. I kneel in front of him and stroke his smooth grey skin and press my forehead against his, his eyes widen by a fraction, "it was fun for playing with you and your party," I chuckle dryly, "but you lost my game and not only that but you disrespected me and messed with me in my territory," I growl and glare and the man who's about as threatening as a wet kitten, "heck, you didn't even pay the fee beforehand." I hold the gun against his head and tears start pouring down his face,

"P-please! I beg of you. Please spare me! I'll do anything!" I raise an eyebrow and shove the gun in my pocket,

"Hmmmm.. I guess you did entertain me for a while." I hum in response, "ok fine then answer this correct and I'll spare you. Is that alright?" I tilt my head to the side and fix my vision on the black, grey and red walls behind the bloke's head, he nods quickly but tears continue streaming down his face. I think he realises that I won't hesitate to kill him on the spot, anyway.. let's see what can I ask? Oh, ok I've got one, "on Christmas Santa comes to a little boy's house and gives him a bike and a football, but the boy didn't like his presents, why didn't he? You get as many chances until you either die or get the answer. Yeah, I think that sounds appropriate. But I will be hurting you every time you answer wrong." I smile and wipe his tears away with my thumb. He swallows the lump down his throat and I watch intently the movement of his Adam's apple that sticks out of his neck, oh how much I crave to see that cut out, I lick my lips thinking about all the red and the thick liquid pouring out marking his grey clothes.

"I-is it because h-he didn't like active stuff?" he stutters out, aww how cute,

"nope." I say popping the 'p' sound and stabbing my dagger in his heel and pulling it upwards to his kneecap on his right leg of course, "next." I grin

"he couldn't use both at the same time." He says slightly more confidently, I answer again with the same response and trace my blade over his right kneecap and stab right through the bone. The alley fills with my cackles of amusement and his cries of pain. I repeat the same word when I get bored of this and he replies with another incorrect answer.

"he w-wanted more..." once again another wrong answer, I smile 'nope.' I repeat for the nth time. I put my blade down temporarily and pull out his left eye with my slender fingers and crush it in my palm. His lets out another scream of agony, "w-what are you?!"

"Wrong again." My usually cheery voice goes bland and I dig the blade through his shoulder, "you know, I'm kinda bored now. It was fun being with you, but the police are coming, and you're finished already. There's no point of me finishing you know because that's probably the thing you want most right now. Oh well. Even if the police get here they won't be able to save you like your other buddies. We won't be seeing each other for a while from this point. Good night I guess." I walk towards home as the echo of the sirens can be heard in the distance. I smirk, how can I make this plot a little more interesting? Love? School? Police genocide. They all sound great. Maybe I should apply to a school. Find a loyal being that enslaves themselves to my existence and kill them when I get bored. Wow I have my life planned out. Haha..