[M] Chapter One: Bedroom (1/1)

Painted walls of black is what Ahri's room was filled with. Hanging corpes on her window that covered every inch of the window keeping anyone from looking inside. Clothed in blood from her hair to her toes. Lying next to her was her long lost love with eyes pulled out, chest gashed open, arms and legs cut off with the eyes wide open and Ahri just stood there laughing, snapping pics of of the dead body and after a few moments of just staring and taking pictures, the little girl picked up the heavy body, lifting it up and hooking it onto a hook, smiling crazily not feeling a tinge of guilt for killing everyone she loved. Ring! Ring! Ring!Ahri picked up the phone with her bloody hands, putting it up to her ear and cleared her throat gently before speaking with grace and elegance. "Hello?" She asked licking the blood off her fingers. "Hello! Is this the Song residence?" The voice asked. "Yes it is. Do you need something?" Ahri asked raising an eyebrow. "Yes. We actually called you to check up on you. People in your neighborhood are getting killed one by one and us being the Special Welfare Center, we need to see if you are doing okay and no one is harming you."Ahri laughed at the thought considering this person was completely clueless that the killer is closer than they think. The braided haired girl looked at the pictures on her walls and smiling sinistery, she said she was doing fine and hung up. Dropping her phone onto the floor, she cackled and grabbed a knife when she heard the door bell ringing because that meant she had another victim. Turning off the bedroom lights, hallway lights, kitchen lights, living room lights until only the entrance light was on, she yelled for them to hold on and changed into different clothes leaving her hair messed up so people would think their just highlights. Opening the door, she wore a bright smile on her face leaving all innocence behind. "Hello, Ahri Song! Is it alright if I come in?" The pregnant lady, Mrs. Foster asked with a gentle smile. Ahri smile softened and moved aside letting her in. Ahri fiddled with the knife behind her back ready to strike for the pregnant lady right here and there. "Excuse me, Mrs. Foster...would you like a drink?" The little girl asked. Mrs. Foster sighed in relief and nodded. Ahri walked into the kitchen grabbing 2 glasses and filling it up with water, she grabbed a rag drying the cups and brought it outside to the living room where Mrs. Foster was sitting. "How are you doing today?" Ahri asked setting down the glasses in front of them. "I'm doing fine, sweetie. Thank you. How are you doing? I know it must have been hard for losing your family in a massacre at home." Mrs. Foster said feeling guilty. Ahri chuckled lowly at how pathetic this old lady was for taking pity on her for she didn't need it because she is the mastermind behind this all. No matter how many people she has killed, she feels no tinge of guilt or doubt. Everyone who visited her house would never make it out alive but if they did, they escaped a brutal death but comes out of the house with scars, open wounds and half of their limbs cut out. One person was able to escape from her murderous grasp but Ahri chased after the person and killed them right on the spot, dragging their body to her backyard and burying their bodies 9 feet under, she covered the hole and never touched it again yet she leaves a dead rose flower on the pile of dirt, praying and walking away. "Mrs. Foster, it hurt a lot and I am still dealing with so many emotions so I would advice you not to bring it up if you don't want to hurt me." Ahri told her quite harshly. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't know it affected you that much." Ahri grinned pulling out her knife from behind her back and stabbing Mrs Foster inbetween the shoulder blade, she spoke with venom in her voice laughing bitterly in the process. "Don't you dare feel sorry for me! I killed my family and I don't need pity from a useless old lady." She said through gritted teeth and pulled out the knife stabbing the other girl in the chest repeatedly. Mrs. Foster screamed in agony while Ahri had a murderous look in her eyes smirking while killing the girl and hearing her screams were a plus. Blood splattered onto her face as she ripped the girls heart out right before her eyes and she threw it onto the floor watching the old lady bleed enternally."Don't...you dare ever take pity on me for I will never take pity on you."