Mal's pov.

I got my own room now, but that hasn't stopped Jane from visiting, or even crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. I don't mind, as it can get cold in the mansion. I like playing video games with Benny or watching horror movies with Jess and Liu. I like to watch Nurse Ann dissect her victims. I like hanging out with LJ and Eyeless Jackie. I like being around Slenda. She has a nice aura. She also has a nice ass and body, but I'll never tell her directly to her face.

But right now, I'm in the city, proving myself to them. No one said anything provocative, nor did they do anything to make me think I wasn't good enough to live with them, I just wanted to give them a big surprise. The surprise proof that I can do things myself. Jane and Jess have been texting me, asking me where I've been, but I don't reply. They're a bit overprotective. I might not be the most proficient killer, but I'll at least try to be a killer. For now... I'll go to my father's house, and at least get revenge for the countless nights I laid awake, hoping not to hear my door open and a belt to my face. Knowing him, he wouldn't care about me going missing, when he barely cared about me at all. Then, I'll go to Bryces house, just to see if anyones there. If so, they'll get a quick death... as long as it isn't Bryces mother. That damned woman held him up with praise for whatever he did. He would bully me in front of her, and she'd do nothing. People like that shouldn't breed. I'll finally head to the other people who bullied me in school, and make them pay. Yeah... that's what I'll do.

I turn down my old street, with my hood on my head. My old house is just up ahead. It's tarnished chipping white paint coming into view.

"That old drunk is probably asleep on the couch." I say, tapping my pockets and feeling a pocket knife I stole from Arlin's house.

I continue onward, taking advantage of the night and hiding whenever I see headlights. I finally make it to the house and creep in through the front door. The house is trashed. Newspaper and garbage littered the floor. The smell was awful. Beer and cigarette smoke flowed through the air. I heard his snoring from inside the living room, and I knew he was asleep on the couch. I treaded through the sea of junk and pulled out my knife. I stood over him. It felt amazing. I dug the knife deep into his neck. And ripped it up. Blood spilled everywhere, but I was very prepared. I had more clothes upstairs. I cleaned the knife off in the kitchen sink, pulling small bits of flesh from the serrated part, and when that was all said and done, I went upstairs to change my clothes. Clean jeans, a maroon shirt, and a green hoodie. I also grabbed a backpack, and I put more clothes inside. Things were going to get messy, and I couldn't walk around with bloody clothes. That would raise suspicion. I abandoned my old house and left, only taking the bag and knife. I walked for a while, but stopped when I heard sobbing from inside the cemetery. I went inside to explore. I followed the wails of sorrow to a grave that looked freshly dug. A woman was kneeling down and crying. It was Bryces grave stone, and the crying woman was his mother. I found her crying annoying. I wouldn't have killed Bryce is she didn't raise him to be such a dickhead. I quickly ended her. Her screams of pain echoing in my thoughts. Whatever. I barely got any blood on me, but blood sprayed onto Bryces tomb stone. I chuckled, pushing her dying body over, and seeing her plop dead in the dirt. I quickly left, and made my next move. I snuck into the houses of the kids who bullied me in school. They never stood a chance. I had to change only once. I heard sirens over by the direction of the cemetery, but I was almost done anyways. I only had one more stop left, and it was on the edge of town near the woods. This job was going to be easy. I leaped from the 2nd story window, and landed safely on a trampoline. I ran through backyards and jumped fences, avoiding being seen, until I finally made it to the final house. It was a one story house, painted red. I broke through the back door and headed inside. It was quiet. I looked around the house but I didn't find who I was looking for. The basement. I stepped in the kitchen and opened the basement stairs, before I stepped down into the darkness. I could see a tv, and four guys I recognized from school. The one on the far left was my victim. They were playing some fps game and the room smelled like pot. I stepped forward, and stabbed the one I came here for in the back of his neck. He fell limp and slumped over. His friends started laughing at him as I crept back upstairs and left the house. I ditched my blood stained hoodie and walked back to the forest. I avoided tree branches, but was caught off guard by something hitting me in the face. There was a man standing over me.

"Give me everything you fucking have or I'll kill you! My name is Maliki and I'm not afraid to kill again!" He yells.

Is this fucking dumbass actually trying to pose as me?

"Are you fucking dumb or something?" I ask, masking the sound of me pulling out and opening my knife.

"The fuck you say?! I punched a kid in the face so hard his brain was crushed!" The poser yelled.

I swiped his leg out from under him and I pinned him to the ground.

"Don't pose as me, you fucking trog!" I yell, driving my knife into him. He starts coughing and gagging, as I tear the knife from him and continue home.

Slenda's pov.

I had just prepared dinner and we are all sitting down and eating. Jane looks worried.

"Relax Jane. He'll be back soon. I can feel it." I say, calming her down. She's been worried ever since he left a few hours ago.

"What if something bad happened?" She asks.

"Maliki is a strong person. Nothing bad happened to him." I say.

We hear the door open and see Maliki walk into the light of the dining room. His face is drenched in blood, as is his hands. He's looking down at his hands confused, but then touches his face. He recoils and nods his head, before stepping into the dining room. As he gets closer, I notice a huge slice on his face, and blood is still dripping from it. Jane looks at him horrified.

"Maliki! Are you alright?!" She asks standing up and inspecting the cut.

"I'll take care of it." Nurse Ann says, grabbing her medical bag and forcing Maliki to sit down in her chair.

"First we clean the wound." Ann says, taking out a bottle and a cloth from her bag.

She wiped the blood from his face, allowing us to see the painful looking cut. It was above his eyebrow on the right side of his head. Lucky for him, his hair will cover it.

"Damn... looks painful as hell." Ann says, pulling out a needle and nylon thread.

"I won't lie to you, Maliki, this is going to hurt." Ann says, tying the needle to the thread.

"Grab my arm, Maliki." Laughing Jackie yelled, snatching Malikis hand.

Ann began to stitch Malikis forehead. I could feel Malikis fear, but he didn't flinch. he was scared to mess the stitching up.

"Hey, you're doing great, hun. I'm halfway done. I'm surprised that you aren't screaming in pain." Ann says with a smirk.

Jane say next to Maliki, watching Nurse Ann's handiwork.

"It'll be alright. We all get cuts and scrapes once and a while. Once you're done with getting your stitches, you will tell us what happened, and why you left." Jane demanded.

"Almost there and... done!" Nurse Ann said, taking her scissors to the thread and tying it.

"Want to tell us what happened?" I ask.

"I was out killing people because I can, and when I was returning back, some guy pretending to be me tried to mug me." He says, gritting his teeth.

"Is he.. still alive?" I ask.

"Not likely." He replies.

Good. Who knows what I'd do if he was still alive. Harming my cutest resident like that.

"You're safe, and that's the good thing. How many people did you kill tonight?" I ask, wondering about his victims.

"Hmm... dad, Bryces mom, stoner kid, the three before stoner kid, mugger poser. Seven people, and the three before that, being Bryce and then Arlin and Lora making ten." He says looking down at his fingertips, where he was counting.

"Great job!" Jess says, chewing on her steak.

"Not bad." Laughing Jackie says.

"That brings tour kill count up to 10 Mal!" Liu says smiling.

"Only here for a few days and already killing 10 people. I knew you had potential!" Jane says with a smile.

"Thanks, but who knew killing people would make me this tired?" Mal asks, slowly blinking.

"You are tired. Let me help you to your room." I say standing up.

"No I'm fine. I don't need any hel-

Maliki tries to stand, but slumps back into the chair.

"You were saying?" I ask, lifting him up and heading upstairs to his room.

I lay him down on his bed and pull the blanket over him, and leave.

"Goodnight." I say, before closing the door.

(A lil different, but story progression nonetheless. Imma be workin on the new monster girl one later today and I'll probably post it tomorrow)

1691 words in case it matters to you

Haha the middle is 69 nice