RP Starter

She couldn't help it, she stood there in shock as she held the bloody weapon on her right hand. The only thing she saw was this dark room filled with body parts, bloody ones that lay on the floor. She froze, her heart pounding against her chest, and her hearing dulled, as if she was deaf. What did I do? She thought, her face filled with horror at the sight of the disembodied limbs. Her hand loosened on the weapon, and finally, she dropped it on the ground. She turned her attention to it, her emerald eyes blinking, and she knew that she was the criminal who had done such a thing. She managed to smile, a smile that indicated no emotion. She quivered in fear, walking towards the limbs, but suddenly, her foot slipped and she dived right on a flat chest. Her emerald eyes widened in horror, the body was unexpectedly cold, and she sat up with a jump. She panted, her breathing producing a cloud before her. It was a man's chest, no arms, no legs were attached, and what the worse part was that the head was missing. Vomit rose through her throat, but she swallowed it back down with sheer will power. She looked around, a faint, flickering light from above lighted the place up. There were a few bodies with no heads, no legs, or arms. She stood up, finally realizing that she couldn't, well, she wouldn't be able to identify them unless she scavenges for their heads. Who were they? She thought, her hands trembling. She turned around, turning her back to whoever were dead. There was nothing she could do anymore. They were dead and she was the murderer. A few hours later. She slowly opened her eyes; the only thing she could remember was the eerily bloody room, and those pitiful beings, who were cut up into pieces. Her emerald eyes staring at everything in awe. She couldn't believe it. She was still in the house, trying to figure out how the hell she did all those... psychotic things. She couldn't possibly had done that... could she? She scurried through the hallway and ended up tripping instead, she looked over to what she had tripped on; it was a dead dog. She immediately stood up, examining the dead dog, and it was like the other victims, it was cut up, too. But she had left the dog's head attached to its body. The dog's eyes were empty and black, they stared at her. She grimaced. She didn't know what to do with it. But the image of the dead haunted her mind and she couldn't do anything about it. She contemplated on running away, and then decided to leave the house permanently… after she cleaned up the whole place. She motioned herself throughout the house, searching for stuff that she might need to clean the place. She had found cleaning supplies and a box full of trash bags. She wore gloves and also wrapped a handkerchief around her face to conceal her mouth and nose from the rotten stench of death. She grabbed the dead dog and mumbled to herself as she dropped it into the trash bag that she held on her right hand. She went back to the room, and she dropped the bag with a snarl. The trash bag collided with the floor with a thud. The dog would have yelped if it weren't dead, she thought. A few heartbeats later... Knock. Knock. Knock. The knock had startled her, jolting upward as she turned around the doorway. Her vision blurred, her throat tightened, as if she was being choked. Her emerald eyes glimmer with an eerie twinkle. Someone was at the door, she thought.

}{ For a while now, he had been walking through the neighborhood. He was new to the area as he was there as a transfer since his grandmother is sick. He was left to take care of her and doing so, attend to the school. As he walked through, he found a house to his right. A rather large one and the one he can see for as far as he can see. Deciding to walk up to the door to get some direction to his grandmothers house, he picks up the bags over his shoulder and started to head to it. Walking slowly, taking in the sight of the yard, it was only a beautiful sight but still quiet. He figured some kids would be around or others around his age. Whatever the case, he hopes he could at least find someone to help him out no matter who it be. A little kid or an elderly person since either both can be good people to talk to or just socialize. Finally reaching the door, he notices another person knocking so he moves in slowly to wait his turn. Unsure on how long they have been waiting, it was certain that someone would open up eventually, hopefully.}{