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I miss you

And john is hot😔

I screamed so loud when they asked him to help me out of the rock pool... He was already keeping my fking crutch istg I wanted to cry in the water...

Nathan look like 🥢, I'm fr so mad at Rebecca for doing that bro... LIKE HIS EAR PHONES WEEE OUT AND EVERYTHING, but I could here him humming behind me which was cute, I mean I kinda have to be friends with Rebecca, cuz I'm nice 🙂 ( and she has a fucking Voodoo doll and I'm not risking shit) sooo yeah... Tortoise looks like he spells special in a specific way..(spechal) I have to stay at school till 5:30 Tommorow 😱 cuz MOS kpop society and also wp, so I might kms soon 😙...

So yeahhhh, also ,lamo is our thing, so is cumpy, so is 1bedroomapartmentguy, so is 🫡👀(Justin), so is " this one Mwah Mwah" so is Bessie chasing us, so is deep throating popsicles (Wtf was wrong with us…??) So is speaking made up languages at night *click click*, so is making fun of me stander 🏍️⚰️, so is thinking we're going to get raped by Justin Truscott, so is Mr kolesky saying penis infront of us, so is the fact that we've never kissed before ( we haven't?) So is the shirtless pics we got from Zachary (she's beautiful but she not my type), so is Abraham as a hole (wait no not like 🕳️, so whole?) So is his nipple tbh, so is going home late afterschool, so is that crazy looking girly telling you not to take pics of her man even though we were taking pics of Kakas, so is me accidentally walking into the unisex bathroom and getting the biggest shock of my life seeing Joshua (gr 11) and thinking I was in the wrong bathroom... And then having a conversation with bradlen... So is when we went on that ride at play land, so is when we thought they were playing FEVER at a children's birthday, so is when we got into the car ready to go home from said children's birthday party actual attractive people arrive, so is us randomly saying cum, so is that guy face timing us to jerk off, so is Chris's cock (I'm sorry) so is monkey as a app, so is Eric from Portugal ( more like Thabo from Nigeria) so is us being racist towards each other(and Fatima) so is the fact that zaarah gives off lesbian vibes, so is the fact that Willow makes me wanna actually rip out my intestines and shove them down her throat to make her stfu, so brownwon..., so is randomly doing antifragile in the middle of BayWest, so is shit talking nirvana cuz we just don't like her, so is randomly "AHHHHHHHH" when we see someone moderately attractive, so is pretending my knee is choking, so is the dislocation of my knee, so are these 2 year old bad boys, so are those yellow and blue woosan birds, so is pause games, so is convincing jaylin soobin died, so is me crying because.. "what If heeseung kills himself" , so is Daniel making me cry 3 times..., so is making jokes about making Jason more handicap, so is reading ff's together, so is the fact that this is so fucking long..., so is us shit talking your mother... With your father, so is lukho flashing us, so is us learning a dance and forgetting it, so is us disliking some idols... Just because, so is you making me come home crying in grade 5, so is us being not even being friends..., so is the fact that I would do anything for you... And also so is the fact that we PLANNED YOU RUN AWAY!?!?!?!?! love you babes, I miss you too.... Theres loads more but like....

ALSO ASBLF I UNDERSTAND IF YOU DIDN'T READ ALL OF THIS...

Im anonymous so like... I could be Anyone ...

So like leaked intak 😻 pics?!?!

PLEASE TELL ME NOWW RAAAAHHHHH okay bye ml

OH MY WORD WIFEY I MISS YOU SO SO SO MUCHHHH!!!

im so sick RN so I can't come to but pls tell the kpop club ppl that I wna join but I'm DYING WOOHOO

dude Nathan is hot

ALSO I'M NOT ALLOWED TO USE THIS PHONE ANYMORE THIS IS ME BEING SHNEECCEE AT MIDNIGHT

I love you sosoosososososososososo much and I appreciate the long ask (I read it all btw) I ALSO DON'T LIKE WILLOW<3

Wtf is ety coz Ik what what wp is and stuff but ETY? WHAT'S YOUR ETY WHATS YOUR ETY.

apparently the kpop club does BEAT stuff during the year too🐢

Ha yeah tortoise us hot:)

Love you babes I miss you<3

Btw "MY KNEE IS CHOKING, SOMEONE WITH BRACES, CURLY HAIR AND LOTS OF BADGES PLEASE HELP!!!!"

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scribble-scrabbles · 3 years

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Writing Prompts - Hunter of Men

Preface: I have mentioned in my introduction post that some of my prompts are pieces of a larger story that I am constructing in my head. This is one such story. I would really appreciate feedback on this one, because I can’t decide if the idea is worth pursuing. Also, I wrote this while working two horrific ER shifts, so it may be rough around the edges.

[WP] A serial killer stalks his prey -- a timid, vulnerable young woman. Unknown to him, she is a serial killer who lures her prey.

The day was unseasonably cold, right on the cusp of the change of seasons from summer to early fall, a teaser of what was to come. He chided her for not paying enough attention to the weather and neglecting to bring a jacket. But, he told himself, what should I expect from such an oblivious flip of a girl, texting more than watching her surroundings.

He sat in his car, watching her type furiously on her phone, completely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched - no - stalked, as oblivious as she had been for the past few weeks as he followed her home from the hospital nightly, learning her routine. She should feel flattered, frankly, he thought as he traced the outline of her unremarkable figure, and unremarkable brown hair. She was unremarkable in every way, but he would change that, perhaps even tonight.

She was standing just outside the ambulance bay doors, apparently on her last break before shift change, and her wrinkled brow implied it wasn’t going well. She looked up suddenly, back towards the bay doors as though someone had called her name. But then, just as suddenly, she turned and looked back out at the parking lot, eyes sweeping the parking lot until they met his own. He sucked in a breath, but her eyes continued scanning the lot, not lingering over-long on him. Good, he thought, she still hadn’t made him yet. It wouldn’t be long now.

She punched a code on the keypad by the glass doors and she slipped back inside. He hadn’t been able to catch the numbers yet, despite his efforts she always seemed to be in the way. Besides, there was another keypad before the second entrance, and, likely, a different code entirely that he would never be able to see properly, so it was never going to be a feasible entrance anyway. Not that he could do much to her in the Emergency Department, other than visit her and maybe offer her flowers, like a real gentleman friend. Not that she deserved a true gentleman, with her wild whoring ways.

He settled back into his seat, relaxing while he waiting for the last two hours of her shift to be over, so he could once again follow her home - or maybe to the grocery store, it had been a week since she’d been after all, and it had looked like she was running low on milk this morning. He smiled, thinking just how far they had come in their little “relationship” since the first time he had seen her all those weeks ago. He’d gotten a very nasty cut dealing with his last lady friend, and had gone to the ER seeking stitches and saying it had happened while preparing dinner. Beatrice, who inexplicably preferred to be called “Tris”, had been his perky little nurse, and as soon as he had laid eyes on her, he had known he had found his next lady friend. The polite chit-chat she had continued throughout his suturing process had allowed him to ask questions about her job (“How much longer are you here for, darling, you look like it’s been a long day?”) and her life (“Do you have anybody waiting for you at home?”) that he could get away with while pretending he needed a distraction. That evening, he waited for hours until she went home for the day and followed her. He thought that perhaps a medical professional, particularly one who saw what happened to victims of violence, would have been more aware of her surroundings. He had thought she would present a challenge, but no, the little bitch was as simple as the rest of them. What a disappointment. But they had all turned out to be disappointments in the end.

As he waited, he lost himself in the fantasies of how he would take her. He would wait until she had gone to bed and slip in through the sliding glass door she always kept unlocked on her back patio, stupid girl. He would lecture her on her carelessness while he tied her up and drove her back across town to his “facilities”, where he would punish her until she renounced her sins and accepted him as her true soul-mate. He would show her how a true gentleman treated a lady.

*******

Beatrice smirked to herself as she walked back inside the Emergency Department. She felt sure tonight would be the night, and she could barely contain her glee. She hummed to herself as she went back to her computer and badged in, noting the new orders on patients and making a mental list of what urgently needed her attention. Today she was in C-pod, the dumping ground of the ER that sometimes had sick patients, but mostly had little old ladies with broken hips or urinary tract infections, and the occasional arrhythmia. It had been a good day - she was working with her favorite Physician Assistant, Abigail, who ran a tight,efficient ship, even when shit hit the fan. It had been a rare day, where the flow of the ER was steady and not overwhelming, and most of the patients were nice, even if they were in pain.

Abigail, perhaps sensing Tris’ mood, smiled knowingly as she approached the desk. “Were you out there talking to that boy again?” she asked. Tris laughed and shook her head.

“What boy?”

“The one that has you in such a good mood.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” Tris looked at her, trying to put on her best serious face.

Abigail looked at her, knowingly. “It’s a boy.”

Tris grinned again. “Yeah, it’s a boy.” Abigail nodded, sagely, and turned back to start dictating. “How did you know?” Abigail looked at her and winked, tapping her head to signal she was telepathic. Tris smiled and rolled her eyes. If she only knew, she thought.

The thought struck her then that, perhaps, Abigail did know. She’d always had trouble reading her, so maybe the woman had her own secrets to keep. Maybe she also guarded them closer than most, like Tris herself. She tried to think on that further, but her concentration slipped and she was back to fantasizing about tonight - unable to contain herself. She went back over her order list, making an effort this time to remember what she was supposed to do before walking back to the supply room.

Blessedly, the last few hours of her 12 hour shift went smoothly and quickly, partially due to spending the time chatting with Abigail and her fellow RNs, and partially because the work was steady and routine, which is not always a guarantee in the Emergency Department. She clocked out and had to take a breath to calm herself before walking calmly to her car. Once inside, she locked her doors quickly, closed her eyes and took slow, centering breaths. “You can do this, Tris. Just play it cool and wait for him to make his move. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.” She murmured to herself, trying to focus on sensing him to help steady herself. She sat that way for a few minutes, before she opened her eyes and started her car, putting on some up-beat music to suit her mood.

She kept checking herself in her rearview mirror all the way home.

********

He snapped back to attention upon seeing Tris start towards her car. He waited until she had shut her door before starting his own, ensuring he wouldn’t draw her attention . Tris worked mid-shifts and, as a result, often walked to her car alone at night, making her an easy target, but also making anyone following her more noticable. He pulled out behind her on the highway, his excitement growing as they neared her home. She lived alone in a small house on the outskirts of town, where the houses were spaced out and no one would hear any commotion she might cause as he introduced himself. He felt himself harden as he imagined her screams, then tried to push it away.

“Not so fast, friend. We need to slow down and enjoy it.” He muttered to himself, putting more distance between their cars, so as not to draw attention. “You’re always going so fast.”

And fast, he thought, was part of the problem. In the cop shows they would call this “escalating”. His last girl was only a month ago, another petite, young thing with nothing but air in her head. The one before her had satisfied him for six months, and the one before that even longer. Perhaps he just wasn’t choosing quality specimens anymore? He pondered that, but decided self reflection could wait until after he satisfied himself with Beatrice.

He parked his car two streets over, at a house that was listed for sale and had been empty as long as he had been with Tris. He made his way between the neighboring houses, until he could see her backyard. She was calling in her dog, still in her work clothes and chatting on her phone. He smiled to himself. Yes, he thought, tonight would be the night. He couldn't stand waiting any longer.

Cautiously, he moved to the side of the house, crouching beside the air conditioning unit, which was rattling noisily, despite the chill. From here, he could easily see through her curtains and into her bedroom. She was heading into her bathroom, likely to turn on the shower, still chatting away on her cell phone. He settled in, knowing her evening routine would progress from bathing to eating and then finally to bed.

He relaxed and let his mind wander to his last victim - Josie, had been her name. She was a young barista that was just begging for it from the moment he had laid eyes on her. It only took him one night to see just how much she needed him to help her. He thought about how she had fucked that boy from the bar, the first night he’d come home with her and it made his blood boil, so much it started giving him a dull headache. He remembered how she’d come to recognize him as he made regular visits to the coffee shop, and even had come to laugh at his jokes. And then, how she had rejected him when he’d asked her to dinner. That stranger in a bar had meant more to her than him - after he took so much time to get to know her. But then, the sweet release he had felt when he slit her throat, and her hot blood poured over his hands. But no, that was making the headache worse. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, to relieve the pain, and when he opened them, to his surprise, Beatrice was in her pajamas, and getting into bed. He blinked and checked his watch, shocked to see he had lost an hour of time.

He waited for 30 minutes, until he was sure she was asleep, and crept around behind the house to the sliding door he knew would be opened. He entered, immediately looking for the dog, but it was nowhere to be seen. He crept carefully across the mud room and into the kitchen.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up, Handsome.”

The lights flipped on as he stumbled backwards, heart racing, and he fell against the wall. To his horror, Beatrice was sitting at the kitchen island, legs crossed, sipping on a glass of what appeared to be soda. She cocked her head to the side, a slow, victorious smile spreading across her lips. He stared, mind reeling to make sense of the scene before him. She was here, dressed in her work clothes, expecting him. But he had just seen her get into bed, in pajamas - hadn’t he? He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy and the light was making his head throb.

“It’s amazing what you can make people believe when they want something badly enough.” She swirled the ice around in her glass as she spoke, watching it tumble. “It’s amazing how easily you fell into my trap. Honestly, I expected it to be harder, but I suppose I overestimated you.” She scoffed. “Or underestimated myself. I suppose that could go either way.”

Fear gripped his chest as he realized, with blossoming horror, that she had planned everything. His head was now hurting so badly it was disorienting and he seemed to have lost control of his limbs. He willed his legs to move, to run, but he was frozen in place. Have I had a stroke? He thought.

Tris flicked her eyes up to meet his, suddenly all business. Were her eyes always that blue? They looked almost unnatural. No, he decided, something had changed. In fact, her entire demeanor seemed changed. She sat her glass on the island and moved towards him, a predator toying with her prey. A mischievous smile played at the corners of her mouth as she knelt in front of him, so close he could touch her if he could just get his limbs to obey. She was just a girl, he could still overpower her - this could still work - if only he could will himself to move, to lunge at her. But, he couldn’t - he was mesmerized.

“Before you go hunting, you should always be sure you’re not the prey.” She purred, running a finger down his cheek.

“Did you drug me?” He croaked, his voice barely sounding like his own.

She scoffed. “Nothing so mundane, my dear.”

She tapped her index finger to the middle of his forehead, and memories whirled to the surface, dizzying in their speed and clarity. Josie in her cute barista outfit. Josie fucking the man from the bar. Josie struggling against his hands as he slit her perfect throat. He heard himself groan as every emotion flooded him - arousal, betrayal, and rage. And then he heard her voice again as she leaned in and whispered, lips brushing his ear, “And now, I’m going to give you the gift of empathy.”

He was trapped in the memory of Josie’s last moments, but suddenly his perspective was not his own, but of hers. Horror and terror rushed through him, in a way he had never before experienced. Somehow he was experiencing her torture and death as though it was his own. He began to struggle in earnest then, willing his body to move - to run, but he was being held in place. This girl, this thing that was holding him was not human. He had to escape. He reeled against the memories forced into his head, but that only made his headache worse.

“Oh come on now, darling.” Contempt dripping from her voice. “‘You may as well enjoy it, because it’s going to be your last.’”, he heard himself tell not just Josie but all of the girls before her. The terror and rage and despair of everyone ripping through his mind. He felt his grip on reality slipping as his mind was forced into dozens of different perspectives all at once, his entire body tightening and convulsing. Every torture he had ever performed was being performed on him now. He could feel every broken bone, every tear, every cut - and he heard himself screaming. It lasted an eternity, and yet it lasted only a moment.

Then, as suddenly as it began, it shifted again. He was outside of himself - seeing himself through Tris’ eyes. His body lay on the floor, blank eyes staring up at nothing, twitching at intervals and muttering to himself. But he was also on the bar stool, sitting across from Tris, who was watching him with some amusement.

“This is what I do, you see. And I’m very, very good at what I do. Not many people realize that there are telepaths that move among them, much less telepaths of significant power. As it turns out, when I see into the horrors of the mind and find a true monster - I just can’t help myself. I have to avenge them - the ones whose voices you took away. But death is too good for you all. I can’t just cut you up and dump you into a river. You people can’t really feel fear and regret, unless I make you.” She was leaning forward now, eyes hot with rage. “So I make you feel what you made all of them feel. I make you feel it until you rip your own mind apart. And then I leave you, a sniveling, convulsing ruin of a creature - and you will feel them for the rest of your worthless, miserable life.” She spat the words at him, eyes burning with fury beyond anything he could have thought possible. “Now, look at yourself one last time and say goodbye.”

“Please.” He started, but she silenced him with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“There is nothing you can say that would have me spare you, so don’t waste the precious few neurons you have left trying.” Her blue eyes flashed, and he was falling back into a hell of his own creation. He reached for her and she took his hand, just for a moment, and smiled. “Hell hath no Fury greater than me.” She released his hand and he felt himself falling. He was falling off of the staircase that he pushed Cassandra down, feeling every bone in his body break. He was falling and his own knives sliced and tore at his skin on the way down. He felt his mind give way and the terror flood through him, as all of his own cruelty came down on him as a wave.

****

Beatrice saw when his mind finally broke, and smiled to herself, checking the clock on the stove. The entire process had taken less than ten minutes. She was getting better.

“Stand up, please.” She told the shell that had once been a monster, in a calm, measured voice. The husk stood, obediently, looking blankly ahead. “Do you remember your name?”

“No.” It shook its head, blinking slowly.

“Do you know what you want to do now?”

“No.”

“Well, I think you should get back in the car, drive as far as you can, and then start walking. I think you should walk and wander until your body breaks down and you finally die. And I think that whenever you come across a woman that would have once attracted your fancy, you will feel utter and complete terror, the likes of which you once made them feel. Do you understand?”

The husk nodded.

“Good. Now go.”

The thing that had once been a monster turned and did exactly as it was told.

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