Your Killer

"Aghhhh!!! Why the fuck did that dumbass squeal to the cops! I'll fucking kill him!"

A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length blond hair stumbled through the street, carrying a bottle of beer in her hand.

"Hic- Can't even run our business due to the pressure from the cops… How the fuck am I gonna make a living?" She angrily muttered to herself.

She dug her hands into her pockets only to find a stick of gum, two hair clips, and a switchblade.

"Fuck… I'm outta cash!" The woman lamented.

She walked over to a nearby alley and plopped herself against the wall.

"At least I got this last bottle, hic!"

She gingerly traced the rim of the bottle, before bringing it back to her mouth for another swig.

While her head was tilted up to drink, something caught the corner of her eye.

A sleek red sports car drove up to the nearby curbside and slowed down to a halt.

The woman took the bottle out of her mouth and gawked at the car.

"That car looks like it's worth some dough! Whoever owns it is probably some big shot or something! Must be nice being loaded."

The hum of the car's engine came to a halt, the driver's door opened and revealed a handsome young boy, wearing what appeared to be a white cloak that covered the majority of his body.

For some reason, the boy was wearing red-tinted sunglasses, despite it being dark outside.

The woman didn't pay too much mind.

Rich kids like the one before her often wore and did stupid things.

It was kind of their thing.

Not needing to worry about anything, since their families are loaded.

Unlike her.

Someone who needed to do anything she could to make money.

Even if she had to throw away her humanity to do so.

Instead of walking into the nearby bar, the black-haired kid started heading in the direction of the woman.

"Is this kid a dumba*s? Why the f*ck would he walk into an alley in dark? That's just asking to be mugged. The kid doesn't look like he's got anyone watching over him either," she muttered.

However, Contrary to her words, her mouth was curving up into a greedy smile.

'Since this kid doesn't seem to know the rules around here, I'll give him a hand and 'educate' him!'

The black-haired kid strolled right past the woman without sparing her a second glance, but the woman was sure she saw something.

It looked like he was… smiling?

'Kid's probably excited to buy some drugs or something.' She reasoned with herself.

For some reason that kid's smile… Unnerved her.

Someone who was a member of the local gang, the 'Saints Of Demise'!

She shook her head vehemently.

'I probably just had too much alcohol to drink…'

She turned and grabbed onto the wall with her free hand, using one of the protruding surfaces of the bricks, as a handle to pull herself up.

She downed the rest of the beer in one gulp and began stalking the young man.

She watched the man hungrily.

'You're going to be my next meal ticket!'

As if hearing someone following him, the young man broke out into a run.

'Fuck, he's trying to get away!'

The woman also began running, to match the man's speed.

Unfortunately due to her inhibited state, she wasn't able to catch up to him before he took a sharp right into another alleyway.

When the woman reached the intersection, she came to a stop and began looking around in confusion.

Her target had just… Disappeared?

"Where the f*ck did that little shit go! Once I find him, the first thing I'll do is smash his pretty-boy face in!" She angrily muttered to herself.

She walked into the alleyway, looking for any traces of her target.

*SQUEAK*

Alarmed by the sudden noise, the woman slammed her empty beer bottle in the direction of the noise.

*CRACK*

*BANG*

The beer bottle hit something soft, before slamming hard onto the ground and shattering.

The woman turned her head to see what it was she'd hit.

Only to find a blood-covered rat, with half of its body caved in, twitching on the floor.

The light in the rat's eyes went out as its twitching slowed down to a halt.

"Just a rat…"

Without sparing the rat another glance, she breathed out a sigh.

"I guess, I should just give up at this point. Even if I missed such a plump pig, there are other fish in the sea."

Turning around, the woman began to head back in the direction she came from.

*Tap Tap Tap*

A series of what appeared to be hurried footsteps rang out behind her.

'Is he still here?'

The woman turned around to find a masked figure garbed in nothing but what appeared to be a black full-body suit with a matching black hooded coat to top it off.

The figure's mask was reminiscent of a smiley face, but instead of having circular eyes, the eyes were closer to downward curving crescent moons.

The woman was a little creeped out by the man, to be honest.

'Is this person some kind of edgelord?'

She pointed her broken beer bottle at the figure menacingly.

"Get the fuck away you creep, or I'll fucking kill you!"

The figure watched her intently for a few seconds, before shaking his head disapprovingly.

"That's not very nice Barbara, threatening someone you just met… What would your mother say? Does she even know about your 'business'?"

The woman's eyes went wide.

"How do you know my name? Who the hell even are you?"

"Where are my manners?"

The figure bowed dramatically.

"Greetings Barbara Thatch," the figure turned its head upwards, looking her in the dead in the eyes.

"I am... your killer."