Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-26234016-20161102190319

They said I was crazy. Who's laughing now?

It was her calling card. Each time someone's body hit the floor, that criptic note would never be far from the crime scene. And it wasn't that she relished each kill. The adrenaline that made her soar after each stab was a nice side effect, but the truth of the matter was that she was caught in a cycle.

The doctors had diagnosed her, and said she had a complex. If she wasn't killing someone each night, she knew that the cycle would fall apart and something inside her would break. The doctors said she never should be allowed outside. That last sentence was in the past tense for a reason.

That day, people had accused one Giles Corey of being inhuman, a vampire. That was fine, she loved a challenge. And to free someone else of the cycle, to keep one more person to perpetrate the bloodshed... It was a win-win. She might be nuts, she reasoned, but at least she was nuts with a purpose.

The night was oppressive, the night before a full moon. Giles, sadly, yielded an easy death, although there was no blood. She needed someone to break the cycle for her.

She didn't see the lookout, Edward, but she heard him the next day. People were scared of who she represented, she knew, and claiming anything that was plausible would be suicide. Normally she would pretend to be a venerable doctor, but the cycle didn't like that. The cycle knew that would kill. The cycle wanted her to play the long odds.

As she walked up, she thanked everyone. She was overjoyed, and she wasn't faking it. She would get the pleasure of breaking the cycle out of death. So she smiled. But she knew of rumors, whispers that lynching the wrong person would rend them to pieces with guilt. And when she smiled, she knew she would live.

The town quickly turned on Edward. Obviously, he must have been a member of organized crime, there to send someone to their deaths in order to keep up the body count. Or maybe he himself was the killer! The possibilities were endless.

When it was clear that she would live, her smile slipped. For a second. Then it was back, wider than ever. She would have to end Edward to shut him up, she knew this much.

Then night fell and it was silent. It was a bright night though, the moon shining proudly in the sky. She would have to hide better, but she was still careful. She would laugh, in the end. Oh would she laugh.

When she returned, she saw the mafia's consigliere, the town sheriff, and a vampire. She drew her knife to enter the Mexican standoff, when she heard a howl.

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The godfather was in a good mood. "Half the town!" The don roared, slapping his knee as he puffed a pipe. "What a stroke of luck for us, and what misfortune on the wolf-man's side! Half the town..."

"You tink I should take care of da dog or what?" Inquires the mafiosi.

"I'm in a good mood tonight. We lynch him tomorrow."

"I'll shut him up though," chuckles the blackmailer.

"I wish I could stop..." Moans the Janitor.

"Well, the town is ours! Just a couple more feet to step on and we are free!" The godfather is in a good mood, tonight.

END OF SK STORY