"There's currently a roleplay that my friend was in -Murder They Wrote...- and she was asked if she wanted her character to be the murderer. All she had to do was write a murder scene with her character, Nox. This was her first try at writing a murder of any kind, and I reccomend reading the summary of the roleplay and the second and third posts before reading this. It'll make more sense that way. No flaming. And- Here you go..."
"So tragic how wrong a pranktser's trick can go, isn't it?" Nox asked himself, shaking his head as he pulled on a pair of black gloves. The black emsemble he was wearing seemed to blend together, all the better to help with what he was about to do. Slender fingers took the handle of a knife that had been sharpened to a dissapearing point and laid on the dresser for only an hour.
"Perfect for this one," Nox, or Blade, as he would now be called, said to himself. It was so easy to study his victims when most of them were his own students.
His steps were muted as he made his way through the school to place where Nox was supposed to meet his student. Magenta eyes found the teenage girl looking into a classroom, probably the one she was said to wait at.
'Pity that a pretty thing like you was my first target,' Blade thought, wrapping an arm around her from behind, lifting the blade to her neck, and pinning her hands together in one hand. Her fear could be sensed with any of the five senses, intoxicating the young murderer. Lifting the hand that held the knife and pointing it towards the ground just above her collarbone. A psychotic smile spread across Nox's face as he plunged the weapon into the girl. He quickly moved his hand from hers' to her mouth, muting the scream the erupted from the girl.
He yanked the knife from the girl's body, covering his black clothing with blood. Tears poured down Ruth's cheeks as Blade punctured her voice box and took her hands in one of his again, annoyed by her attempts to pull his hand off her mouth. Silently cursing how long it had taken him, Nox sunk the knife into the girl's body many times, feeling a need to cause the girl as much pain as she could experience before she died.
Blood-coated hands shaking as he pulled the knife out of the girl's body, Nox's magenta eyes slid over the mutilated corpse in front of him. It was going to happen again soon, maybe with a different weapon, though. Starting the walk back to his own dorm room, he looked back and winked, blowing a kiss with two fingers. "It's been fun."
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I can't actually think of any criticism. I thought it was amazing