After searching for.... I don't know how long... for more info about the eyeless killer, I started getting bored. Closing my laptop, I swiveled around in my chair, looking around my room.

My sleepy eyes fell on my closet doors.

Make over time!

Hey, a totally badass people-eating killer can look good too! I need a signature look! And a new name! Maybe I should wear a mask? Oh how about-

Oh, be quiet. I told you to do this before we came here, dumbass.

Pfft. Whatever.

Just go do your thing. I suggest black, and a mask that fits you. Your name should fit with who you are too, so match your outfit with that in mind too!

Who's going outfit crazy now?

She just ignored me. I would've rolled my eyes if I still had them.

After rummaging through my closet for a while, I decided to go with something comfy, but sexy.

I settled for a black tank top, black leggings, a (f/c) hoody and combat boots. I also grabbed a pair of fingerless gloves that reached up to just below my elbows. In conclusion, I look HAWT! To finish my look, I put on a mask, which was lying in the back of my closet. It was a plain (f/c) mask, which only covered my eyes and part of my nose, like the ones you wear to a masquerade ball. (Google it, I don't know how to make a link... or something...to show you... whatever)

While admiring myself in the mirror, I heard a thump downstairs. Frowning, I went downstairs, not bothering to take of my mask. I carefully treaded the stairs, like a cat getting ready to pounce. Peeking around the corner, I saw my mother lying sideways on the floor, still tied to the chair. She stopped laughing and was looking rather surprised herself. I sighed and face palmed, although the sigh sounded more like a frustrated growl. My mother just fell over.

"Seriously?! You managed to fall over? Gee, how hard were you laughing?" I ask, pinching the bridge of my nose again and closing my eyes in frustration.

She suddenly turned pale and widened her eyes, focusing on the spot behind me. Furrowing my brows in confusion, I looked behind me. Nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you now?" I ask. She didn't answer.

"Ugh. I don't have the patience for this." I say, turning again and trudged up the stairs.

When I reached the top of the stairs, my mother started screaming.

"What the fuck is it now?" I muttered angrily.

After trudging down the stairs again, fists and jaw clenched, I saw my mother, still on the floor, in a puddle of blood. Towering above her, was a figure I recognized from one of my binders.

Clockwork

"Why you little fucker! You killed my mother! She still had valuable information that I could've used! Not to mention that I wanted to kill her myself! But NOOOO!! you just had to just waltz in here, and kill her. Heck, I'm not even surprised you exist! Fuck! So much for that plan! I'm so gonna get you back for that one!"

Clockwork just looked at me, confused, then at my mother, who had her throat slit, then back at me again.

"Ha! You? Get back at me? Pfft. As if." she said

"Watch me." I growled, showing my pointed, feline-like teeth and slouching forward into a fighting stance.

"Sorry, princess, I don't have time to play." she said, completely unfazed, and walked out of the house. Just. Like. That.

I snarled and kicked a nearby end-table, shattering most of the objects that used to be on top.

"I need to go killing. I'm getting hungry." I said.

Ooh... someone's in a bad mood! I hope you're gonna get her back like you said.

"Of course. I don't break my promises."

Although, do you think hunting in broad daylight is a good idea? Maybe you should go and punch holes in the walls instead...

"No. I don't care what time of day it is. I'll go killing when it pleases me."

Suit yourself...

Storming outside and slamming the door behind me, I looked around for a target. Deciding to just choose one at random, I stalked up to a rather small house a few blocks from my own base of operations. Sneaking in through the window of the one story house, I searched for my victim. I snuck around carefully, a predator searching for prey. After searching for a little under five minutes, I found the only person who inhabited the tiny house. He was young, probably still in his early twenties, with short-cut blonde hair and a bit of stubble on his chin. At the moment he was sitting on an old couch, watching T.V, totally at ease and not aware of my presence.

I snuck up to him and put my left hand over his mouth, and with the sharp claws of my right hand, I lightly stroked his neck. He yelped in surprise and tried to turn around, only for me to lightly dig my claws into his neck, making him stop immediately. I smirked evilly at how absolutely terrified he was.

"My, my... aren't we a bit panicky?" I whispered, my voice having that demonic tint to it again.

"H-Hoo Aw yoo?" he asked, his words muffled by my hand. I snickered deviously.

"Oh, how I wish I knew..." I said

"Wuh... wuh yoo gonna dew?" He said.

"That's an easy one. I'm going to kill you, of course. And eat you afterwards. A girl's gotta eat. I think you'll make a fine meal indeed..." I say. His only response was a pathetic whimper.

"Oh, but we'll have some fun first! I'm a girl who likes to play with her food."

Suddenly, the man violently jerked around, trying to escape. Silly human, he's no match to my superior strength.

Pretending to lose my grip on him, he almost escaped, but as soon as he started making for the door, I jumped on him, making him fall forwards. I trapped him under me, digging my knees into his back and pinning his arms behind him.

"Nah-ah-ah~!" I sang

"P-please... don't... don't kill me!" he sobbed. Pathetic.

"Well. You're no fun!" I said, and started digging my claws into his back, leaving long, red streaks down the length of his back. He screamed in agony and I started wrapping my hands around his throat, digging holes into his flesh. With one swift movement, I ripped out his throat. His screaming turned into a gurgle and then silenced completely.

Smirking, I stood up and flipped him over, setting to work. After munching and his heart and half his liver, I covered him in a clean sweater to hide his wounds and started searching for a way to get him to my house without looking suspicious. Luck was on my side and I found a wheelchair, which, for some reason, was hidden in his closet.

So, after getting him in the wheelchair, I walked calmly to my home, making it look like I was taking my disabled friend for a nice evening stroll. Humans would believe anything.

When I was at home, I chopped him up into smaller pieces and chucked the pieces into the fridge.

I felt so much better now! I smiled to myself happily and went to take a relaxing shower.

Although, ever since I got home, I got the strange feeling that someone was watching me. So I shrugged it off as simple paranoia.

For the rest of the evening, I just chilled in my room, drawing a bit, reading and listening to music. Weird how my mood changed from Furious to Relaxed in a few moments. I wasn't complaining thought, even if the unnerving feeling of being watched didn't go away...

"Chill, (y/n)... it's probably nothing..."

Do you really believe that?

"Yip!" I said cheerfully

Nothing's gonna change your mood now, I presume?

"You betcha! I'm just really happy for some reason!"

I don't know if that's a good thing though... could be some kind of effect our stalker has on us. Freaky mind games

"I'm not being watched" I say

"You sure about that, sweetheart?" said a male voice from the shadows

"What the...?" I ask, confused

"How's it going, Doll? Clockwork said that you two had a bit of a... disagreement."

"My personal vendetta with one of your 'Pasta friends does not concern you!" I say, still not able to see the man in the dark shadows.

"Ooh, big words for such a small girl. You sound like EJ" He said

"Oh for the love of... who the hell are you anyway?" I ask

"The name's Jeff the-"

"Oh. You. Wonderful." I say. "What do you want?"

"To be honest with you, I just wanted to see the so-called 'annoying girl who thinks she's so tough', as Clockwork stated it."

I grunted. GREAT...

"Can you get out of my house now?" I said, making my voice sound demonic again, hoping to scare him off, but it seems my luck for the day has run out.

"Ooh, feisty. What's with your voice? You some demon chick or something, Doll?"

"Stop calling me that and get the fuck out!" I yelled, standing up. I don't think I looked very terrifying in my Dalmatian-print shorts and dark grey tank top that said: "I wake up totally awesome" in bright pink letters. When I changed into my pajamas, I did not think I would meet a killer... again.

"Fine, fine! But you'll be seeing us a lot. I assure you." he said and walked out of the room. Weird.

"I'm getting tired of these guys already..." I mumbled.