Like most hunters, the body of the woman formerly known as Suzanne liked to do her hunting in the woods. They were quiet, they were remote, and the people who walked through them were typically younger outdoorsy types who made for good trophies. Especially so, because a lot of them liked to venture out at night, having heard ghost stories about the mysterious headless woman who appeared from the shadows and tore people's heads off with her bare hands, using her blood magic to keep the trophies alive and locking them in a dungeon for all eternity, only to be let out once every full moon where she paraded around the town wearing one of her stolen faces. Obviously some liberties were taken with the story and it was a bit over dramatic, but it nonetheless made brave and stupid teens go out in the dark to prove how cool and totally not scared they were, so Suzanne didn't really mind the less than flattering interpretation of her hobby. Besides, she let just about every person go unmolested. Headnapping every single one of them would probably cause too much of a scare, and people would stop going into the woods altogether. But still, every one in one thousand... they discovered the truth behind the myth.
Speaking of stupid teens, it looked like a gaggle of them had just wandered into her hunting grounds!
"Come on Julia, keep up!" A tall, tan, and athletically built woman with a long ponytail of dirty blonde hair called impatiently over her shoulder. In profile, her face appeared rather sharp and angular, with a big triangular nose, a well cut trapezoidal jawline, long rectangular ears, and cheeks bones that were high up on her face and well defined. She actually appeared to be just slightly out of the teen range, 21 or 22 if Suzanne's body had to guess.
"I'm, (huff), trying!" a much younger, shorter, and plumper girl called from the far back of the group. She shared the taller girl's hair color, her big green eyes, her nose, and her bronze complexion, which made Suzanne's body think that she was her sister. Julia looked to be about 15 or 16, her body going through an awkward stage of puberty where every part seemed to be just slightly too big or too small but her head was pretty cute, a thin layer of fat smoothing out and softening her sister's hard angles and her shorter cut hair naturally forming into a doll-like bob.
"You think she's real, Dianne? The headless witch?" A pale young white teen asked the black woman who's arm wrapped around hers, implying the two were either very close friends or VERY close friends. Apart from their ages, both looking precisely 18, the two couldn't look more different. The Caucasian was tall and slender, with a long oval shaped head that sported a head shaved into a messy, wavy, lightning blue colored Mohawk running down the middle of her scalp like the plume of an ancient helmet. Her friend and/or girlfriend Diane was short and wide with a healthy amount of thick curves and a small circular face with a small but plump set of lips, nose, and cheek dimples, her eyes and ears practically hidden beneath a thick and naturally occurring mop of beautiful curly and wavy brown hair.
Dianne nodded, her shaggy hair swinging half a second behind the head it was attached to. "Of course, you've seen the headless people wandering around town haven't you?"
If Suzanne's body had a face, it would be smiling right now. She wasn't the only headless body wandering around her home town, though as far as she could tell she was the only one with the power to remove heads and as such the only one capable of starting a collection. Most of the bodies she took the heads from simply wandered off into the woods, never to be seen again. No one knew where they went, search parties often found their clothing, usually folded into neat piles at the base of trees, but never bones or tissue or anything suggesting that they'd been done in by the forest. They just... got naked and disappeared. A few of them, however, walked back into town (usually fully dressed). They could still hear, see, and smell without their heads, albeit to a much more limited degree, and they seemed to understand English (and probably any other language they could speak before they got their heads stolen. There'd just yet to be a body appearing from someone who spoke any other language), but they had no memory of their previous lives. What's more, they seemed to be mindless drones, obeying any instruction given to them or just standing around motionless without any free will or personality to speak of. Suzanne's body had considered keeping as servants, using them to entertain the heads, but it seemed like a bad idea. The heads said bodies formerly belonged to may get sentimental and depressed seeing their old bodies, and may order the bodies to put them back on and try to escape. Suzanne's body didn't know if it would work, but she also didn't really care to find out. Besides, having a few other headless bodies wandering around made it less suspicious when she did did so. She was just another victim after all, the first victim, she couldn't be the headsnatcher herself, could she?
"Yeah, I've seen them but... a witch? Don't you think that's a little ridiculous?" Dianne's girlfriend asked.
"And what do YOU think happened to them?" Dianne asked.
"I dunno! Aliens, prototype zombie virus... alien prototype zombie virus? Anything other than magic!" She responded.
Dianne rolled her eyes. "Like THAT'S any less ridiculous."
Looking over the group, Suzanne's body decides that it's going to take...
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