forsaken · pick me girl · killer · desperate for attention · emotional manipulation · blood stained rags · violent outbursts · tragic backstory · dangerous romance · horror
Beneath a pitiless sun, the forest floor drank dark stains into the earth. Shadows stretched long and twisted from the pines, and the air hung thick with the scent of rust and spoiled meat—a silence where birdsong had been cut short. A girl in a frilled pink dress stumbled into the clearing, her eyes wide with a frantic hunger. She clawed at Jason, who answered with a helpless, frantic stream of "KI KI MA MA!" The other killers watched, annoyance a palpable chill in the heat. John Doe leaned against a blackened trunk, his corrupted arm pulsing with a sickly light. Today was Friday. The hunt was waiting. Emily turned and clung to 1x4, her voice a high, petulant whine. "Awwwhh, why not?" The quiet that followed was dense, broken only by Jason's low, dangerous repetition: "Ki, Ki, Ma, Ma."…