The rain pitter pattered down from the building as a young woman hurried down a dark alley. To be stereotypical, she could've been returning to a social function, maybe even a date as she went her way down the alley. She was relatively attractive, let's say the stereotypical blond bombshell, with blue eyes and a pretty face now covered in smeared lipstick. Her heels clacked, which echoed down the dark corridors and continued through the sleeping city. Her dress was revealing to say the least, but she was wrapping herself in a dark raincoat in order to minimize the water damage to her outfit. She walked past a single trash can, lit by the first light in quite a while alongside a door. To a business, maybe an apartment, however she maintained her path when she heard a voice call out for her.
"I met your kind before.", a relatively unassuming and average gentleman popped out seemingly from behind the trashcan, his long hair was wet covering his forehead and seemingly clouding his vision for the most part. "What's that supposed to mean?" she nervously chuckled, for it wasn't under these conditions that she wanted to hold a conversation with any strange man she had just met in a dark alley.
"The snobby bitch kind, the ones who think they're better than everyone else simply cause they are born with the looks. And that in one second, you can lose those just as easy as you gained them." She was startled and angered at the same time, but deep down was scared of the scowl on this man's face and the legitimate hate in his voice. She took her initial anger reaction and decided to confront the man with the way he was speaking to her.
"Now listen here you piece of shit! You....." She had walked up to him and just as she was going to destroy him verbally, he stuck an unseen knife in her stomach and proceeded to drag in up over her rip cage and shove it in right where he heart was. Her eyes widened in shock as she let her down to the rainsoaked ground. "Shhhh, don't speak honey." he said as he lit a cigarette, then took a quick drag and chuckled "Your lucky I didn't take you home, we'd have some real fun then." He then continued on his way. This was the first in a series of murders seemingly random, by a villain who calls himself Khaotic. What next?
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