Prologue
490 Words
Dressed in leathers and black, she was out in the street in just seconds.
The sky was full with little snowflakes, decorating Denies’ long raven hair. Hair locks were whipping so violently on her face, she could barely see at all. There were no cars and no people. Newspapers tumbled around the asphalt as if caught in invisible laundry machines.
The snow pummeled her skin raw in the seconds it took her to get outside. The house started creaking like the trees and suddenly she glanced up a the roof and prayed it would stay. She wanted to leave proof behind her crimes. She wasn’t hiding the bodies, just giving the police more fun in this mystery game of hers.
The wind kept whistling through the air causing her to roll her eyes and clutch her leather jacket harshly. Her jacket would have flown away if she wasn’t holding it tightly. It was definitely cold for a human, she was glad she wasn’t one.
The street was like a skeleton, stripped of its flesh long ago by the locust that swarmed. All that remained was the concrete structures themselves, no glass, no wood, nothing the scavengers could use. Even the street-lamps have been cut down and dragged away a long time ago.
Perhaps years back this avenue was bathed in pools of yellow light from the weather battered street lamps. Their paint no doubt was smooth, the sable paint quite interrupted by the chunks of grey undercoat that grew ever more closely clustered like some unwanted bacterial growth.
The street had seen so many transitions. The redbrick terraced homes were build for the railway workers without even internal washrooms.
No matter how much she tried to forget how sleepy and tired she was after this long day, her feet were still twisting making Denies hate her victims even more.
She was smirking, thinking of her huge success on this very cold night. Looking at the opened places with no windows, she felt proud at what she had done. Killing people was something normal for her as easy as people shake hands, she cuts them.
All the people knew of her. Youngsters, teens and adults.
She was a mystery, a murderer but most certainly a cold-hearted monster, that was all what people knew. She killed her parents, twin brother and most of the people she had ever met. But do they really know everything?
Waiting besides the dark abandoned building filled with dead bodies that just got killed minutes ago, her driver finally arrived.
She got in the car and ushered him to drive silently, he immediately did as told knowing the ruthless consequences if not to do as told. Even he was frightened of her.
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