Arizona Prison, 2020
[Koroshi]
I punched the sandbag, sweat dripping down my forehead.
I stopped and glanced at my right hand.
It was bruised.
"Ah fuck." I muttered.
"Hey, you." Someone behind me said.
I frowned in disgust to see who dared to talk to me.
A tall man in his twenties with black hair stood behind me. He puffed out his chest to make himself look more muscular.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want ?" I raised my eyebrows.
"What do you mean who-" he stopped and observed me mid-sentence.
"You've been using that punching bag for hours. Maybe you should take a break for others to use it."
"Ugh. What the hell ?" I stared at him. "This isn't kindergarten, new guy."
"Look…" he sighed.
"I don't understand why the others won't step up and tell you-"
I chuckled, "The 'others' barely talk to me because they know better than to mess with me."
The guy took one glance at me and bursted out laughing.
"Mess with you ? Alright, princess, all I see is a small, skinny girl. And if you think I would be threatened by that little comment-" He doubted over in laughter. "Nice try. But I think it's time for you to step away."
A smile crept up my face, "You don't know who I am, don't you ?"
I stepped closer to him and tilted my head.
"Look at me closely. Who do I look like ?"
He peered into my face and murmured thoughtfully, "You do look familiar…"
"I'll give you a small hint, then. My name is Koroshi."
He gasped, the colour draining from his face.
"K-Koroshi ? The silent killer ?"
"Oh, so you do know me ! Isn't that nice ?" I snickered. "Go on. Use it. I don't need it anymore."
I leaned in and whispered, "Because I see somethin' else to beat other than the punchin' bag."
He inched backwards, looking terrified.
I smirked, "What's the matter ? Cat got your tongue ?"
"You're fucking messed up." I heard him muttering under his breath.
I know. And I am proud of it.
"So ! See you, love. Hope we meet again."
He let out a scream and ran away.
Aw.
I thought he was gonna be my next plaything.
But like everyone else, he ran away.
Tears brimmed my eyes but I blink and my cold expression returns.
Pathetic.
"Koroshi, you in there ?"
I glanced at the speaker on the wall.
Fuckin' officers wasting' my time.
"Koroshi isn't here." I yawned.
"Not funny. It's time."
I rolled my eyes and walked to the cafeteria.
"No I don't want Koroshi here…"
"Shut up ! She'll hear you !"
"FUCK KOROSHI !"
"Shush !"
"She's here !"
The cafeteria fell into silence as I stepped into the room.
"Oh, look. It's my fan club." I sighed.
"I was only gone for a few hours. Miss me already ?" I strode through the crowd.
"You disgusting piece of shit ! We just saw the new guy run out !" a prisoner with brown hair screamed.
"What did you do this time ?" another one shouted.
"Just threatened him. Just a tiny, tiny, bit."
"You're fucking insane !"
"You suck, Koroshi !"
"Murderer !"
"Psycho !"
People hurled nasty comments at me.
Just by spitting out a few words…do they expect me to kneel and beg to stop ?
Funny.
I turned around and laughed."Go on. Why did you stop ?"
I let out a growl, making all of the prisoners coward in fear.
"Talk to me one more time, and I will rip your throats out. Got it ?"
They all nodded in fear.
I smiled and walked away.
Two years.
It's been more than two years since I was arrested.
Two years since I've seen my family.
Two years since I heard that…that voice in my head.
Maybe she's gone.
Maybe those pills actually worked.
Maybe those doctors were right.
Maybe she was just an imaginary essence my unstable mind created.
A phantom of all pain, anger and trauma I endured growin' up.
And the fear.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself.
The entire time I've been in this hellhole, all I've done was fantasise of escapin'.
Dream of getting my freedom.
A new identity.
A new future, a new life.
But that was impossib-
A group of three women glarin' at me, marchin' towards me.
One of them looks familiar.
I wonder what they want ?
I straightened my posture and crossed my arms.
Maybe my dreams were attainable.
No need to freak out, Koroshi.
Just goin' with a plan that only took 5 seconds to think of.
And if I fail, no biggie ! I'll probably be arrested again and get a death sentence.
You're calm ! You're calm !
Oh, who am I kiddin'. I'm about to shit myself.
Three women approached me with scowls on their face. The leader, I'm assuming, with hideous pink hair stepped forward.
"Ooh, the new guys." I tilted my head.
"Pinky and her friends. That would make a good kids show." I giggled.
"Don't you think you should be botherin' someone else ? I'm not in the mood too play with ya." I yawned.
I want to sleep.
Pinky and her sidekicks continued to glare at me.
"Seriously, what do you want ?"
"You're Koroshi ?" Pinky spatted.
"The one and only." I curtsied.
Feels kind of nice to be recognise.
Pinky cackled, "Oh great ! Do you remember Peter Alder's gang…the one you and Magnus slaughtered ?"
I wrinkled my brows, "Uh…vaguely ?"
"Well that is enough for me !" Pinky pressed her hands together.
"Listen, don't be surprised when I beat the crap out of you. Just getting revenge for my father, so no need to be mad, alright ?"
She walked closer and raised her fists.
"Uh. Wait. Father ?" I grimaced.
Oh ! Shit. Oh shit. I am in trouble.
I chuckled nervously. "How about we-"
She didn't let me finish and swung her right fist to my face.
The great force caused me to slam into the nearby table.
I coughed and touched my bruised face.
"Ah. Next time, don't punch my face, please. I'd hate for it to be ruined by a stupid girl named Pinky."
"It's Isabella, you psycho !" she screamed.
"Oh, come on !" I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you so fuckin' pissed ! It was only a small bloodbath !"
Oh goodie ! I'm pissin' her even more ! I'm good at this.
"I AM GOING TO FUCKING SLAUGHTHER YOU, YOU BITCH !"
Pinky threw a punch at my face but I dodged it swiftly.
"What the H-E-L-L are you doin' ? I told you not to aim at my face ! And what do you do ? You aim for this beautiful masterpiece !"
"ARGH !" she screamed and tried to punch me again.
"Mmkay. I'm gettin' tired of this." I yawned and stepped back. "
"Stop being a coward, you-"
I punched her brutally and blood flowed out of her nose.
"Me ? A coward ?"
I kneeled down beside her, "As long as insults go, that was pretty pathetic !" I snorted.
I heard gasps and murmurs behind my back.
"Piss off !" I yelled, not even bothered to look at the crowd.
"I highly suggest you to piss off," I glared at Pinky's sidekicks.
"Unless you want me to throw this table at you."
They let out a high-pitched scream and bolted towards the exit.
I turned my attention back to Pinky, "Boo !" I giggled.
Her face was covered in blood, some of them staining her pink hair.
"Don't mess with me, Alders." I grabbed a fistful of her hair.
She looked at me with fear in her eyes, "I- I…" she choked.
"And thanks."
"W-what the hell are you t-talking-" I slammed her head on the floor, making her faint.
"I need you unconscious for the plan to work."
I took a deep breath and yelled, pretending to be surprised, "O-Oh my god ! Isabella ! Are you okay ? Guard ? Guard, we need you !"
A guard ran in and frowned at Pinky's unconscious body.
"Why did everyone run out, psycho ?" she questioned me.
"Most of the guards are busy blocking them now !"
Most of them ?
Great !
"Honestly I have no idea." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I think there was a spider of somethin'."
"And what happened to Alders ?" she pointed at the body.
"Same answer, I don't know. She suddenly turned pale and fainted."
"No funny moves, Koroshi."
"Well, what can I do ?" I grinned.
The guard kneeled down next to Pinky and shook her, "Alders ! Are you okay ? Come on, Alders."
I took her gun and keys and slipped away without alerting her.
"Alders ! Isabella ! Come on, wake up !"
Stealin' key cards and guns are way too easy ! Cops never learn. Tsk tsk.
I passed through a series of gate and came face to face with two guards.
"Koroshi !"
They pointed their guns at me.
"What are you doing here ? Drop the gun !"
"Funny story, actually." I laughed and pulled the trigger.
It's empty ?
What kind of cop carries an empty gun ?
Mmkay. Time for another plan.
"Oh, obviously, it's just a toy gun !" I chuckled dryly.
"That…I found in the…in my lunch. Ah-haha silly me !"
The guards looked at each other before staring at me in confusion.
"Uhm. Okay." one guard started.
"Go back to your cell !"
"No." I said.
They came forward and forced my hands behind my back.
"Oh harder, officer ! It's turning' me on." I groaned quietly.
"Shut up, psycho."
"Oh don't be so harsh on me, sir ! I know you're starting' to like me."
"Alright, what the hell is wrong with-" he released his grip on my hands and I took the chance to elbow him in the face.
I ran up the wall and landed myself on his shoulder choking him.
I pulled out his gun and shot the other guard before he could react.
"Spare me..."
Hope you rot in hell.
I pulled the trigger.
I walked outside whistling a tune with the gun in my hand.
"Koroshi ! Freeze !"
About twenty policemen pointed their guns at me.
"Oh my gosh ! All this for little old me ?" I exclaimed.
"I'm definitely terrified."
"Surrender, and we won't open fire."
Die, or get arrested again ? Better die.
"Shoot me, please !"
I waved my hands like a maniac.
"W-what ?"
"Shoot me !"
I dropped my gun onto the floor.
"Don't tell me you're afraid ! Pretty, pretty please ?" I grinned and raised my hands up.
"Oh, come on ! We wanted a challenge-"
"Why did you throw a green ball at me ?"
"You wanted a challenge, right ? Well there you go ! And how do you not know what it is ? One of the policemen I killed had that in his pockets ! Why would he randomly carry that thing, I don't know."
"You throw a green ball at me and call it a challenge ? Who do you think you are ?"
"Ah sir, it...it is a grenade." another policeman muttered.
"No fuckin' shit, sherlock !" I rolled my eyes.
"Listen, you psychopa-"
BOOM !
Time seemed to slow down, the grenade blasting a red and orange canvas.
I smiled, staring at my masterpiece.
"Okay, I'm listenin'" I giggled. "Must be hard to talk when your mouth is blown to bits."
Where do I go now ?
Jiji and Baba live all the way in Oklahoma. Erika is in prison. I have no idea where Magnus is.
And dad...
I clenched my jaw and snarled, "He is dead to me."
I should just run away as far as possible.
But first, I'm gonna need a vehicle.
I walked down the street and pressed my gun on a man's temple.
"How about we make a deal ? You give me your motorcycle, and I won't pull this trigger. If you don't, well... it won't be pretty. What do you say, hm ?"
"You can't do this ! What you are doing is illegal !"
I gasped, pretending to be surprised, "I-i-illegal ? Me, a dangerous criminal who killed more than dozens of people, is commitin' a mild crime such as threatenin' people ! Call the police ! Inform the media ! Alert the press ! Ah ! Run ! Run away !"
"Oh my god ! Fine ! You can take Mickey, just please, shut up !"
"Mickey ?"
"Mickey, we spent so much time together partying ! We gossiped about Grey's Anatomy and we read amazing stories together. I love you, Mickey." he sobbed.
"Are you done ?"
"Okay, you can take him. P-please take good care of him." he then ran away with tears streaming down his face.
"What a weird guy." I muttered.