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The blond haired female ran as fast as she could on the cemented path. Her heart was beating and her tears were streaming. She gave out a yelp and felt a strong pain in her left hip. The female glanced down and shrieked out into the cool breeze night. Red liquid formed in to the caresses of her palm. She glanced back and the person who was chasing her, was gone. The female let out a gasping breath and went to run forward, crashing into her unfortunate fate.
The female fell back onto the path and let out a blood-curdling scream as the knife punctured her cold porclein skin. She tried to scream out for help, but the only thing that escaped her red stained lips were slow breaths of near death.
Just an hour ago, I was having the time of my life with my boyfriend. We laughed so hard that we started to cry.
Just an hour ago, the love of my life and presented me to a beautiful promise ring. A promise that he would marry me once we graduated in the spring.
Just an hour ago. . . . I was alive.
As the female looked up into the star filled sky and the glistening full moon, tears began to fall and crashed against the painted cement. Her murderer looked at the girl with satisfaction and looked into her eyes. The female looked into her killers, and for a moment she knew, but before she could say anything, she was engulfed by eternal darkness.
The killer walked away casually, not a single drop of crimson on its body, or clothes. The character walked back over the other five unconsious victims that would soon slaughter and let its body fall next to the cotten candy machine. Since the killer knocked them all out just a few minutes ago, because they had tried to escape the Death Carnival this character created, they won't know who was left consious.
The killer calmed his breath and remained as still as a statue and waited for the others to come alive.
This time, the character will have fun with its victims. Lure them into places and then rip their soul out of their mortal bodies. The killer grimaced and weakly rested his head against the machine.

 

Zeke awoke with a stinging pain on the back of his head. While rubbing it he took a look around to see where he was. Still at the Carnival then. He thought to himself as he looked at everyone else who was still unconscious.

 

Francesca hid behind one of the ticket stands. She had caught a glimpse of the girl getting killed and quickly retreated behind the ticket stand. No one could find her unless they actually looked. She had her back pushed up against the brick wall and noticed her black boot sticking out. Francesca quickly pulled her foot back. She cringed when the loud noise of her boot skidded on the cement. Francesca was frozen in movement.