9:00 pm. The store is closing in a couple of seconds.
The little employee was just finishing to mop the floors before he took his leave and returned to his comfort in his home.
Lights began to flicker. Only for 3 seconds.
A shiver went through the 19 year old spine.
Just like any normal human, he felt scared. So scared that if it weren't for his ego that his boss could see the surveillance cameras, he would piss himself right now.
Lights went back to normal and the employee tried so hard to convince himself that this was only a simple malfunction.
In a watch shop, everything in it is expensive. A little malfunction in the lights would be dangerous and so the employee thought he would deliver this problem first thing in the morning at his boss.
The boy was naive, just like any other human, he felt scared that this was maybe a ghost or a monster comming for him.
The little radio that was playing on the stores speakers stopped. The store went dead silent.
Just like a little chicken, the employee began to shake and his whole body trembled. It was pretty normal. Everyone acts tough until they're alone. Such a scaredy-cat.
"Hi there!" This was surely a dream. Why would the speakers talk to him?
"You're pretty cute y'a know." Yeah, the speakers definitely talked to him.
"It's a shame I don't date." This overly exited and happy voice of a young girl resonated through the shop, loudly. One of the speakers was situated just over the employees head and as he lifted his eyes to see the speaker, it spoke again.
"Yup. I'm here! You got me! I'm speaking through your high security shops speakers."
His whole body was trembling. He couldn't say a word. A robbery. But he was in the middle of the shop and he didn't have anything on him to alert. So dumb. So so dumb.
"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I already know your name though. Don't worry Damian, I'm not gonna hurt you."
She knew his name. How could she. The voice didn't ring a tone to this scared employee. They never met so why? Why did she know his name?
"Well, that isn't a lie. I'm not the one who's gonna hurt you." A laugh resonated through the speakers. Sending shivers through his spine and vibrating the glass boxes the watches were kept in.
Quickly, some sounds came from the register counter.
Taking dollars, one per one, like it was theirs to begin with.
He couldn't move a single muscle. This person, inches away from him, was a girl. Not a woman, a small girl, not even 17 he could give her. Even with a bunny mask that covered all of her face, he could sense her smiling as she calmly put hundreds of dollars into a little designer bag. Her feature were clear. Mini skirt with a black crop top and fishnets, a body hard to resist. But this was no ordinary "hot girl" this was a fucking psyco, he thought.
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"This feels so good you know, stashing cash and taking what was never ours" she said in a calm and happy voice, too calm.
Finally, after seconds of immobility, he finally took a step back.
"S- S- Stop right there! ...O-Or I'll, I'll call the ...the police!"
"Aw how cute. You're underestimating me."
She stopped to take cash to step out of the counter. In her skirts pocket, she pulled out a dagger. Sharp, shining, Japanese made, actual dagger.
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After that one single step he took back, he couldn't move his body again. He was scared to death that piss was running through his pants.
The speakers finally spoke again. "BWAHAHA HOW HILARIOUS"
Sounds of crunching was then emitted through the speakers. Just like popcorn or chips.
Was this a show? Was this entertainment for psychopathic people? He would never know.
"It won't hurt if you stay still" now inches away from his face, the bunny mask girl drew her dagger down to his arm. He stayed still, not to follow her orders but mainly because his little human brain couldn't capture exactly what was going on at the moment.
"You see, I like to make a mess." A soft chuckle vibrated trough her mask.
This 19 year old boy wasn't really ready to be skinned by a hardly 15 year old psyco. But still, who could blame him, no human would be ready to be skinned by a little girl.
Prices of his flesh went flying everywhere in the store. He wasn't dead. She knew exactly what she was doing.
The screams that amplified the little store brought her life. A thrill she surely missed.
Walking slowly away, the bunny mask girl was enjoying the view of the poor boy, arms skinned as his flesh was everywhere. What a mess. The blood was still hot on her fingers, gently pouring on the floor.
As she wanted so bad for this moment to never end, she wasn't going to let him continue living. She spent already enough time here before the situation would turn dangerous.
"Well, it's time to use this new baby" as she pulled a gigantic AK47 from a settle in her back.
One shot, directly through his left eye, immediately killing him, as it destroyed a part of his brain too.
Walking away from the scene, the bunny mask girls job was done already. Time passes so fast she barely had the chance to appreciate every moment of it.
The store went dead silent. Dead. And the speakers spoke again.
"Oh I'm so dumb I forgot to introduce ourselves. Sorry, it's not very polite of me."
"I'm Shadow and this lovely killing machine is Black Lynx, my partner!" Said a voice, too happy, too exited to be part of a massacre.
