WARNING!!‼️ This project and story contains: bl00d, homicide investigations, v1olence, and lwk mvrd3r NOT SUTIBLE FOR PEOPLE 13 AND UNDER. You have been warned dont report me new chapter ayy i dislike this chapter Chapter 2: Perspective The metal pl!ers lay discarded on the floorboards next to the sink. The black *second amendment tool* smoked, though the s!lencer had muted any sound it would have made when it was fired. A young man, with shaggy brown hair, his left eye a deep blue, his right eye piercing green, stood over Haruka Makoto, breathing heavily, a *second amendment tool* gripped in his trembling fingers. It fell out of his hands, clattering to the floor between his feet. His whole body shook as he stared down at the woman, who was very much dead, bl00d seeping into the floor boards under her. A wide smile broke across the man’s face, his eyes wide with shock as what he’d just done finally was processed. “I k1lled her…” He said, his voice breathless, struggling to contain his laughter. His gloves were plastered to his hands, his whole body drenched with sweat. He grabbed a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen. Next thing he knew, he was driving home in his car, the woman still at the apartment, left in the bathtub. He’d wiped down everything he’d touched, any footprints, anything he could remember. But either way, she was d34d and he was going back to his own apartment. Stuck at a red light on the deserted street, it finally dawned on him what he’d just done. What he’d wanted to do for so long. A small laugh escaped his throat as a maniacal grin appeared on his lips. The laughing continued, growing louder and louder until he was fully cackling. His shoulders shook with mirth, though he was barely amused. He abruptly stopped, like a switch had been flipped in his brain. He was panting, his hands shaking so much he could barely turn the wheel. “I k1lled someone, I actually did it…” He whispered, his voice small and raspy. He pulled into his complex’s parking lot, his car’s headlights illuminating the ground in front. The car stopped in his parking spot, its headlights shutting off, leaving him in the darkness. Opening the door of the car, the cold night air blew his brown hair around, away from his face, making him feel even more frozen. He locked the car, and quickly paced inside his apartment lobby, up the stairs, and slammed the door of his apartment shut as soon as he stepped foot in it. The deadbolt clicked into place, locking him in his dark apartment. Alone. With his thoughts. He was leaning against the front door, his arms in front of him the only thing holding him up. ‘I need to get rid of these clothes,’ he thought to himself. His vision blurred for a few minutes, and when he finally started seeing again, he peeled off his bl00d-stained clothes. Underneath, his skin was no longer his, stained pink from her bl00d. After that, he took scissors and cut the bl00d-stained shirt and pants into tiny pieces, and when he was done, soaked them in bleach. As they soaked, he took a shower, rinsing the dried smears of bl00d off. When he was done, he pulled on lighter clothes, a simple t-shirt and pants. He dumped the bucket in which he was bleaching the pieces of his old clothes into the sink, and pieces flopping out in a gross, bleached clump. The bl00d was all gone, dissolved. He simply washed the bleach off the clothes, dumped the wet cloth into a trash bag, and threw it in the public dumpster. His bed was cold. Maybe it was because the window was open. It’d been open the whole day, the freezing October wind flowing in and out of the apartment. He laid in the middle of the mattress, his hair slightly ruffling as the breeze drifted in his room through the wide open window. He stared blankly up at the off-white ceiling, his skin prickling where he’d aggressively scrubbed, which was basically everywhere. His multi-colored eyes felt heavy, but he couldn’t close them. His brain wasn’t letting up, replaying every moment of what he’d just done over and over again. It felt… good. “….god..” He whispered in the dark, goosebumps pricking up on his arms and legs. “she’s gone…ha…haha..hahah..” That soft, slightly maniacal laughter returned. ‘After so many years.. and she’s finally gone.’ He covered his face with his hands, his legs curling up towards his chest as he tried to muffle his laughter. “good riddance.. that *female dog* ruined everything… good riddance..” After what seemed like hours, his laughter died down, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. His alarm rang at 7:05 a.m. He shivered as he shut it off, rubbing his hands against his bare arms. He slammed the window shut, slightly annoyed, though he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because of the alarm, maybe it was because he needed to go to work. He didn’t eat breakfast. The thought of it made him gag, especially after last night and the b0dy. He’d probably not eat until tomorrow.
He pulled on a white collared shirt, and a sweater over the shirt, covering his bare arms for today in case they were still stained. The train ride to work was terrifying for him, the whole time, him hoping someone wouldn’t give him a knowing look. ‘I’m being paranoid,’ He reassured himself. ‘No one knows, no one knows–’ He repeated to himself as the train halted to a stop. His stop. He exited, running a hand through his hair, sighing. “I just need to get through today...” He muttered to himself. “Then I can see her. It’s been a few weeks.” He smiled at the thought. The glass doors of his office building opened, his shoes clicking against the floorboards. He waited at the elevator, his right index finger tapping rapidly against his leg. A coworker joined him. He could not recall the coworker’s name at the moment. They exchanged friendly smiles. “Hello, Kazama-san.” The coworker said, his smiles bright. Shinji smiled back. “Good morning,” he replied. They would never know. Art: @PandaSans765 Story and Plot: @hbughjvbb @PandaSans765 thank you to my 5 person fan base, y’all are awesome ^^ name reveal for the k1ller at the end lmao for anyone who didn’t understand, his name is Shinji Kazama (hes the guy on the cover of this chapter) thought this song fit him guys he has a hammer on the cover bc he nailed a voodoo doll to the wall not bc he k1lled someone with a hammer