The End Game As the driver’s door of a gray and black Lykan Hypersport car opens, a 6-inch black, red-bottomed stiletto touches the concrete of the driveway, revealing a long, smooth, brown creamed colored leg. As the driver steps all the way out of the car, the wind picks up, blowing Jennifer’s hair and dress in the wind, this in turn revealing a small black strap around her thigh turning up the sex appeal. After gathering her things, she then walks to the front door. The door, a buttery brown, tanned and tinted on an oak sliding door glass panels hugging each side. The door was wide open letting in even more natural light onto the surfaces of the marble floor, grand wooden staircase, and furniture.
As Jennifer walks further into her home, she smells the wet freshly coated paint on the wall. The smell reminds her that her boyfriend wanted to experience an adventure on his own, painting. When entering her home, she passes by the living room admiring the new color. The walls which once were dark down were now a light pastel green accenting the room with a light and fluffy tone. While sniffing the air, Jennifer licks her lips catching a whiff of what was currently baking in the kitchen. The faint scent of chocolate chip cookies swirled through the air mixing in with the overpowering smell of wet paint. Jennifer walked around the rest of the first floor in search of her boyfriend. Where could he be... Jennifer continues her search moving over to the staircase, with each step she took, the sound of her heels tapping on the wooden floor echoes throughout the large house. When she finally reached the top, her nose wrinkled as it was flooded with more wet paint from every room in the hallway. While passing each one, she would look inside and inspect each room, then close the doors and continued the process until she found her boyfriend. I swear if he’s trying to scare me... When Jennifer was close to the end of the hallway, before turning the corner, the sensation in her feet finally pulsed hard enough to make her wail and hurriedly take her heels off. While unhooking the strap of her second shoe and pulling it off, she smelled the small hint of iron hit the air. When she turned the corner, her eyes widened, and her heart picked up so much speed, she could hear it pounding in her ears. However, she was more focused on the long red trail of what looked like blood running along the white-colored hallway walls and light brown hardwood floors. No, this can’t be… “Babe?” Jennifer cautiously moves around the blood splats trying to avoid contact. Moving her head every which way, she starts looking for the source of the blood hoping it was just red paint set up in this decorative pattern just to scare the wits out of her. “…Babe? This isn’t funny!” Jennifer yelled out, hoping to receive an answer. When she reached the last door of the hallway, blood was pouring from under the off black door frame. The door frame of the master bedroom where she and her boyfriend spent their days cuddling under the sheets and making love till the sun came up their domain. Jennifer mustered up all of her courage and turned the door handle, pushing the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. Assuming that the door was blocked, she continued pushing until suddenly when she made her last push, she stumbled through the doorway as if nothing was blocking the door at all. While confusingly getting up and looking around she spotted it, her boyfriend’s body, slumped up against the wall with blood gushing out of his skull and stomach, his guts spilling out of him, and his throat sliced like a cherry pie. Why, why would someone do this. Why?! Suddenly, the door she busted threw closed shut, revealing the person who was hiding behind it. She watched them with her eyes wide and heart-pounding, frightened as they looked back with just as big eyes with large bags underneath. Their eyes stared into Jennifer’s as if looking into her soul and licking her soon to be ripped out heart. Jennifer shivered while looking away, her aura shifted as she stood with her hand touch the black strap on her thigh. The air got heavy. “Hello, was he your boo-bear?” Said the female killer, her voice crackled as she snickered lowly, walking slowly forward then stopping just a few feet away from Jennifer. “Not going to answer, are you scared?” The killer asked. After not receiving any sign of a response she continued “Do you want to join him?” Jennifer looked at the killer through her bangs, her eyes glaring out of anger and frustration. Jennifer slowly faces her with her head still lowered ready for anything. “Well, you’re next bitch!” The killer points the knife at her. Jennifer dashed forward slicing off her arm as if she was cutting meat in the kitchen. “You dare kill him?!” Jennifer responds while stabbing her boyfriend’s killer multiple times. “You took it away, you took it away, you took…” Jennifer repeated over and over again as the killer cried in pain loudly begging her to stop. “You took my chance away, all my money, all the time it took to seduce him. You fucking bastard! I hate you!” Jennifer repeated again and again until her killer was barely hanging onto her life. Taking a small break, she sits on the killer’s stomach. While looking at her face, she gets upset all again and says, “Your turn bitch,” as she took the killer's life by stabbing her in the eye. Blood was gushing and pouring from every hole in the killer’s body, the knife sticking out of her skull as both the killer’s blood and her boyfriend’s blood merged and mixed with one another. Now I have to start all over.
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