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Chapter one: Beginning

"I'll never leave you alone," Were the final words Hannah heard from him, she lay awake in her queen sized bed, having been woken up by the thoughts of her deceased fiance. She sat up, running her fingers through her long black hair. She sighed softly.
'You liar.." She said under her breath, though it only brought tears to her eyes. Hannah got up, wearing only her white T-shirt and her white under-clothing. She pulled on a pair of pants then wandered to the living room. Hannah plopped on the couch, hiding her head in her knees. She sighed. "It feels so empty.." She said quietly, then got up and wandered around the dim lighted house. Hannah pulled on a jacket and wandered outside, walking around the dark streets. She sighed while wandering around the empty ditty walkways. She really didn't want to be out, but she needed to keep her mind off everything. She thought about when she walked there with him. A sudden pain filled her chest and she dropped to her knees. "Damn it.." She said quietly. "It hurts.." Hannah started to cry. "I miss him ... ..." She said, before falling unconscious on the hard ground.


Chapter two: Awakening

Hours later, she awoke, she was in a warm bed, the air smelt odd. She didn't open her eyes until she heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her. She stared at the nurse who had walked towards her. Hannah sat up quickly. "Wh-wh-what the hell am I doing here?!" The nurse blinked. "You were found and turned in... The person said that you were crying and coughing up blood in your sleep.." Hanna sighed. "Oh great.." She sat up, glancing around. "Is there something wrong with me?" She asked, quite curious now. "The doctor says you had a miscarriage.." Hannah blinked. "But I wasn't-..." She stopped. "Maybe I was.." The nurse sighed a little. "They had to cut you open because it was for some reason intoxicating your body.. We've never seen something like that happen.." Hannah moved the covers of her bed, if you could call it that, which revealed a large amount of blood all over the sheets. "Wh-what is this?!" Hanna cried, terrified. "What's wrong with me?!" She fell backwards from the bed, trying to get up and run. The nurse instantly ran to the hall, dragging in one of the doctors, who tried to comfort Hannah. Hannah stared at the doctor, her eyes wide with terror, clutching her head. Later that evening, the nurse met Hannah outside. "You didn't have a miscarriage.. The doctor removed the child from you.. It's still alive.. but he's going to kill it."

This, is what caused Hannah to become a serial killer. She prayed upon children and doctors, and most males.

Chapter Three: Urging

A young girl, around the age of ten skipped around the streets, humming, wearing a white girls' t-shirt, and a jean skirt that came to her ankles. She stopped abruptly. She could feel someone watching her, she'd known this for some time, though chose to ignore this feeling, acting as if it was a small case of paranoia. She slowly began to walk, though would glance about every once in a while. She stopped, hearing footsteps behind her. "Who's there?" She asked, turning. There was no one. "What the-?" She said, blinking, her blonde hair blowing about in the harsh wind currents. She shrugged it off and began to walk again. She stopped, letting out a scream as she felt something tighten around her throat. She began to cry, turning, and staring into the deep blue eyes of her assassin. The girl stared in terror, she stopped struggling, having a null feeling. She cried out as a large knife pierced her stomach, the tip of the blade seen from the other side of her, poking through the back of her shirt, she dropped down to the ground the moment the blade was withdrawn from her. Her killer laughed hysterically. The girls body was left there, the killer didn't care about hiding it, there was no finger prints to prove it was them. They slowly disappeared. Nothing left but the body of the girl.

Chapter four: Slaughter

Hannah sat on her couch after taking a shower. She had a green towel wrapped around her body, and a blue one wrapped around her head, her hair smelt of strawberries. She flicked on the TV, an arrangement of knives were on the shelf in her kitchen, the water in the sink was a bright red, with a large butchering knife in it. She laughed softly, watching the news. She read the heading: "Jenny Field found dead." She burst into a loud fit of laughter. Hannah lied back, sighing and giggling. "That will teach everyone to mess with me!" she called out, once again bursting into a fit of laughter. Hannah stopped laughing, now having a blank expression. She got dressed in a black dress, brushing her hair and tying it back in a pony tail. She dug around, taking out a vial of green liquid. She put on her coat, and headed for the door. She undid the lock, opening the door and walking out into the hallway, unlocking the front door, and locking it again before leaving the house. Hannah headed for the hospital, casually going in for a check up since the incident from three years ago, she had killed about twenty people since then. She stepped into the waiting room of the hospital, notifying the nurse that she was there. Hannah got bored and walked towards the nursery. She grinned, pouring the green liquid into the medicines. Hannah walked back once she had finished, sitting in the waiting room. After an hour, Hannah was called upon, she walked into the hospital. She left hours later, going back home and plopping back on the couch. She felt giddy. She turned on the news channel, watching as a heading read: "Eighty three children in St. Marie's hospital reported dead." Hannah laughed.

Chapter five: Satisacation
Hannah was always giddy after she killed someone, like a morbid child ripping the wings off of an insect. Something was wrong with her, and she knew that. But she didn't care. She sprawled on her bed, after dressing in white see-through pajamas. { will finish later}