Nny Of The Killer

He seem normal at first…

Being hunted by serial killers is just part of BB’s life. She seems to be a magnet for the odd, the strange, the crazy and the deadly. Johnny was no exception save for the fact that, at first, he seemed pretty normal. She met him, very stupidly, through the internet. A vast ocean of nothing and everything within itself. The much more darker corners holding people like him, shadowing them in this veil of obscurity until they pulled it back to join society like some sort of test for themselves until they did exactly what this deranged psychopath did.

Try to kill her.

It happens. This however was worse than The Killer from XX City.

This one could hold out for a longer period of time until a few of her precious pink hairs were snipped off by a very sharp knife. This sixth instinct of detecting danger was so ingrained it’s worked into her DNA at this point. Like a tingling sense. She had dodged the obvious practiced attack, like he’d done it more than just a hundred times. She might be a twig but she’s fast and ran for her life. Her own practiced trait due to this regular occurrence.

She’s also been injured multiple times before but, the contact from that plain old simple kitchen knife felt like her skin had become nothing but butter searing against something molten. The wound was deep on her arm, she’d been so stunned and partially fascinated to seeing the sharpened tip sink in to practically half way and slice that by the time those seconds it took pass, she only truly felt the sensation once she was running again. Covering her arm and already feeling weakened because of how badly blood was pouring out of her.

Thankfully she managed to get help but by the time she was bandaged up and talking to the cops, he was gone.

She didn’t feel safe, she never did, but knowing he’s out there hunting people and being successful at it? BB can’t shake that this wasn’t over…