Kei

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Red. The color of love. Blood. Maybe death. In this case it surely was. That was all Kei could see. The warm liquid which was squirting out of

the heavy body's head a few minutes before now covered half of her face so she had to rub the crimson blood out of her eye. The now

lifeless body was still lying on her. It took a while to brush it off herself. She stood up from the bed slowly. 'How do I get out of here?' She

couldn't just take the car, it wouldn't be that great if the police found her because of its license plate number but not like she knew this district

of the city...she didn't even know if she was still in the city or not. The best she could was just simply walking away and asking people on her

way like she got lost on her way home which was basically half truth. Then she realised she should wash the blood off her face,

unnecessaryly curious people weren't needed. Also, she had to find gloves to prevent herself from leaving any more fingerprints but she

knew she had to leave right in that moment. Not like there were any neighbours surrounding the big mansion where she was. She was about

to leave the room, stepping over the dead body when she noticed that one of the wardrobes looked really weird but she shook her head

simply. It wasn't the time for go to Narnia or whatever. So she just grabbed some soft fabric which were probably clothes or covers of the

beddings and started wiping her still bloody face. It hadn't dried yet so she was hoping she wouldn't have to find a washroom to find some

water to wash the crimson liquid off her face. Also she should've fix her clothes, her hair and her make up was ruined as well but not like

anybody would pay attention in the dark night. She was about to finally leave when that stout wardrobe catched her attention again. A soft

groan left as she made her way to the cumbersome furniture. Her arms almost reached its handle when a tremendous smell got

into her nose which made her lungs twinge and made her feeling dizzy. She coughed that hard she almost puked. With her hand she finally

covered her nose and mouth so the horrendous smell couldn't get into her lungs once again. This time her other arm fully reached the

wardrobe's handle and with some powerful pull its doors finally opened but what she experienced next minute wasn't worth the effort. The

furniture was stuffed with rotting bloody bodies. There was a little piece of paper with these words: YOU'RE NEXT

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'I could cry right now...no no I should be crying right now this isn't normal' Similar and more panicky toughts swirled around in her head while

the freezing air was attacking her body from the outside. She was only wearing a black pencil shirt which hadn't even reached her knees,

black nylon tights which wasn't that useful against the cold either, a cute white frilly blouse, a thin black jacket and for shoes, black killer heels

with shoelaces. With her arms wrapped around herself and trying not to freeze she walked into the nothing. Truly there were houses and

but it didn't matter as nobody seemed to awake...or even alive. In every minute she turned around or looked back after her nervously. That

letter and obviously the cold made her body paralize for seconds or even minutes. She was frightened. If the man she killed was here to see

her this frightened he'd be satisfied even if he couldn't finish his work in the mansion. She was confused and helpless which made her blood

boil to that extent that she'd prefer to collapse and cry until everything is fixed. But no, now she had to keep her composure. Or at least what

remained of it. Her killer heels seemed to be truthful to its name, they were killing her legs. The strength slowly sweeped out of her body as

the time passed. Hours after she could find herself still walking on an empty dark street. That was the moment when her legs gave up the

service which made her already frozen body meet with the cold dirty road. For her weak body that little crash made her bones feel like

they're close to explode in her body in any moment. Tears prickled her eyes. She pushed herself off the ground to threw it down again but

this time she laid on a bench. She cringed when the hard surface pressed to her back painfully. Her plain was that she'll just fall asleep

somewhere and when the morning comes with its brightness people will start show up on the streets and she could finally ask for help. When

she remembered how she could look like she also wished that they'll really help her and not shoo her away thinking she's some mendicant

homeless girl. She was unconscious when her frozen body was wrapped around with two strong arms and got lifted up by them.

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a.n.: I'm sorry that this little is sooo~ little and short but I don't have time to write long chapters and I can't do them staccato so I must write the whole at one time.>.< anyway it totally bothers my OCD that this Kei chapter ruined the previous pattern but the next chapther is gonna be Kei's as well lmao then we return to Nana again^^ now I just hope that this is readable and if you find errors in the chapter or the other ones then tell me pls pls pls~ I'll have to improve my writing skills tho it's really ty and sometimes at least I think untraceable. :p btw I just don't wanna write like "There is a car. It's a nice car. The car is red. It's a nice red. The red car is nice." lmao you know...so yeah BAI BAI BURRITOS ^3^y