The Search
You could
hear the noise from the sirens; it was all over the news: "Another victim found dead."
Then my mom said to me, "I'm sure it's the same killer that killed those girls in your
school. I'm sure of it."
Well, she was not wrong. Like, we all know who's the person, and I guess we'll never find
out, I said to myself.
Vengeance
The parents, loved ones, and friends went for his funeral. Well, I also went—to see
how well I did the job of making his family cry. I think I'm the best, because
their cries made me wet myself with joy. The police were also there to start
their interrogation, because the parents wanted their son's killer found and
brought to justice.
Spiteful
They're all pieces of shit. All of them. Let's just call my first victim "Victim A" because
I don't care about their names. Well, from the look on his friends' faces, they
were filled with the right amount of juicy fear. Oh gosh, it makes me wet. I
can't wait to get a bite from them. I hate talking, so let's go after Victim B.
Damn, that guy is cute. I wonder what his death face would look like.
Looking under my skirt to find my panties soaked, I realized I've got to change.
Happening
I know, at the beginning, I looked like a calm, gentle, and peaceful girl. Well, you were
wrong. They say certain events change people. Well, I'm changed, and I
discovered a nice side of myself that was hidden from me.
Name
During the 8 o'clock news, I discovered I was given a name by the cops: The Silent Feast.
They advised people to stay indoors and not lurk around late at night because
my motive for killing the victims wasn't known. And always, or as they would
say, "If you see any suspicious person, please be sure to contact the police
and stay at a safe distance." Like hell, I was going to get caught.
Safe Distance
Talking about safe distance, I need to use that to feed the cops wrong info. Anytime
I'm about to pleasure myself with a victim… I know, I might sound weird or
crazy, but this is what death does to me. What can I say? It's the dawn of a
great event, and I'm beginning to love it even more. Wouldn't you?
So, I begin
planning for the next victim. It needs to be spectacular. I'm sure I'm gonna
love it. So will their parents—or loved ones.
The Plan
How will I make sure I don't draw the cops' attention to myself? I need to avoid any early
suspicions, keep their eyes away from me while I savor the thrill. For now,
I've fallen in love with bullies. They made me like this in the first place,
and I want to gift them the kind of pain they've never imagined—pain I'll
savor, bite by bite.
The Part
I needed a nice place for the victims to take their final rest, so today I'm going
site-hunting. Usually, I don't go out because of my trauma, but who gives a
shit? Everyone is afraid of the other me. I need to find a safe and secure
location for Victim B, a place where I can squeeze every drop of fear from him.
Just so you
know, I'm not a fan of torturing others. No, that shit's not fun. Just kill
them, get it over with, and forget their face.
Who Are You
Who am I? I'm a serial killer who brings justice to those who face bullying, like me. I
don't regret what I did. If I don't stand up to them, no one will. I just
couldn't keep suffering like that. The old me was weak and shitty as hell.
By the way, I found a safe spot. Anyone like me would love it. It's nice, cozy, and
warm—perfect for what I need.
Victim B
I've been
following him for quite some time. It's been two months since the death of
Victim A, and they all seem to have forgotten about The Silent Feast. Well, I
don't blame the police. They can't seem to find a single clue to catch the
culprit, which caused quite a stir the last few months.
A killer is
out there, and they don't know when they'll strike again—or should I say she?