It all started with a troubled, unloved, abused, seventeen year old girl.
A small group home, located in a neighborhood in Southern California, was "under attack." They hadn't done anything wrong, they were just abused boys and girls whom couldn't find a foster family that wanted them. This killer, just wanted to kill. A sociopath who felt nothing, who could feel nothing. Blood lust was clear in the woman's eyes, and she was out for blood. None of the children in the group home escaped her deadly clutches, nor did the group mother. A couple hours later, all nine body's were found, each with a gunshot in the head and an "A" carved into their foreheads. Some of the had hints of cocaine powder along the edges of the "A".
"A" was the only clue they had on the killer. And well that she was on drugs. No DNA, no appearance, only the "A". They didn't know that she was a female. They didn't know ANYTHING. Homicides were popping everywhere. Age or gender or physical appearance didn't matter, to her it was kill our be killed. Everyone is California was terrified that they would be next. Hopped up on alcohol, cocaine, and sociopathic wishes, she jumped around Cali, murdering as she pleased, and leaving an "A" wherever she went. Sometimes it was carved into the victims. Sometimes it was written in blood on the wall. It didn't matter how, but the "A" was always there.
It was two years of these killings by the unknown, until she finally made her first mistake.
She had been sober for too long. She decided on a little house in Northern California. It was a mother, a father, and seven children. Oh, how she knew she would love this. She sauntered up to the door, picked the lock, and instead of killing them, it would've been easy in their sleep, she broke into the liquor cabinet. Her whole plan cascaded down as she breathed in the smell of the Jack Daniels. She collapsed on the floor of the kitchen and drank, clutching her gun to her stomach, and moaning gently as though the taste pleasured her.
"Who are you?!" a voice shouted. She turned her head, slowly standing. She raised her gun, watching as a teen age girl, maybe a year younger than she, step out into the dim moonlight. "Oh my god.." the teenage girl whispered gently, before she felt to the ground, killed by a silenced gunshot. She knew the girl had given her away. She ran up the steps, and into the room with the two twin boys, just in time for the father to burst in behind her. She held a gun to one of the child's heads.
"You do anything or call the cops, and I will kill your little boys, and I WILL FEEL NOTHING." she hissed, and the father winced, before shouting to his wife not to call the cops. There wasn't anything he could do. "Your daughter is already dead. I will not hesitate to take every single one of your children's lives, and make you watch. Bring all your children in here and your wife, as well as every single fucking electronic. I promise you I will kill them if you do not obey." The man obliged, fear shining in his eyes, before rushing downstairs.
Hours passed. She was now holding this place hostage. She could kill. Or, she could leave. Or, should do something she wasn't sure she was capable of. Love.
{Alright, I apologize for the very super long intro, but I dunno, I wanted a good background. My character is in fact the killer. So, the characters I need people to play are:
The father
The mother
5 year old twin boy #1
5 year old twin boy #2
The 8 year old daughter
The 12 year old daughter
The 15 year old son
The 18 year old son
If you couldn't tell, her whole mistake is falling in love with the 18 year old who is disgusted by her. She holds the family hostage for almost six months, before the 18 year old gets the guts to turn her in after drugging her drink. Yeah I dunno I had fun planning this out sooooo yeah
A small group home, located in a neighborhood in Southern California, was "under attack." They hadn't done anything wrong, they were just abused boys and girls whom couldn't find a foster family that wanted them. This killer, just wanted to kill. A sociopath who felt nothing, who could feel nothing. Blood lust was clear in the woman's eyes, and she was out for blood. None of the children in the group home escaped her deadly clutches, nor did the group mother. A couple hours later, all nine body's were found, each with a gunshot in the head and an "A" carved into their foreheads. Some of the had hints of cocaine powder along the edges of the "A".
"A" was the only clue they had on the killer. And well that she was on drugs. No DNA, no appearance, only the "A". They didn't know that she was a female. They didn't know ANYTHING. Homicides were popping everywhere. Age or gender or physical appearance didn't matter, to her it was kill our be killed. Everyone is California was terrified that they would be next. Hopped up on alcohol, cocaine, and sociopathic wishes, she jumped around Cali, murdering as she pleased, and leaving an "A" wherever she went. Sometimes it was carved into the victims. Sometimes it was written in blood on the wall. It didn't matter how, but the "A" was always there.
It was two years of these killings by the unknown, until she finally made her first mistake.
She had been sober for too long. She decided on a little house in Northern California. It was a mother, a father, and seven children. Oh, how she knew she would love this. She sauntered up to the door, picked the lock, and instead of killing them, it would've been easy in their sleep, she broke into the liquor cabinet. Her whole plan cascaded down as she breathed in the smell of the Jack Daniels. She collapsed on the floor of the kitchen and drank, clutching her gun to her stomach, and moaning gently as though the taste pleasured her.
"Who are you?!" a voice shouted. She turned her head, slowly standing. She raised her gun, watching as a teen age girl, maybe a year younger than she, step out into the dim moonlight. "Oh my god.." the teenage girl whispered gently, before she felt to the ground, killed by a silenced gunshot. She knew the girl had given her away. She ran up the steps, and into the room with the two twin boys, just in time for the father to burst in behind her. She held a gun to one of the child's heads.
"You do anything or call the cops, and I will kill your little boys, and I WILL FEEL NOTHING." she hissed, and the father winced, before shouting to his wife not to call the cops. There wasn't anything he could do. "Your daughter is already dead. I will not hesitate to take every single one of your children's lives, and make you watch. Bring all your children in here and your wife, as well as every single fucking electronic. I promise you I will kill them if you do not obey." The man obliged, fear shining in his eyes, before rushing downstairs.
Hours passed. She was now holding this place hostage. She could kill. Or, she could leave. Or, should do something she wasn't sure she was capable of. Love.
{Alright, I apologize for the very super long intro, but I dunno, I wanted a good background. My character is in fact the killer. So, the characters I need people to play are:
The father
The mother
5 year old twin boy #1
5 year old twin boy #2
The 8 year old daughter
The 12 year old daughter
The 15 year old son
The 18 year old son
If you couldn't tell, her whole mistake is falling in love with the 18 year old who is disgusted by her. She holds the family hostage for almost six months, before the 18 year old gets the guts to turn her in after drugging her drink. Yeah I dunno I had fun planning this out sooooo yeah
