It was a simple plan. It would work perfectly if everything went right. Get on plane. Go to Canadian border. Murder couple at Niagara Falls.

I didn't even get past the first step before shit hit the fucking fan. The plane crashed, and now I stand in the middle of a black platform, which seems to reflect light even though there is none. There were plenty of details. Sarcasm. I mean, where the hell are the seats? This is a nice living room, but there is not a single place to sit.

I scoffed at my own joke, trying to lighten up my mood. I expected some sort of afterlife, I expected for myself to go to hell and die in fire a million times over. But I suppose, nonetheless, this is some sort of punishment. ~~Or is it some start to a crappy HIE fic?~~ Morals aside, I honestly could watch paint dry as my entire body is ripped to pieces and reformed into some mutation. Wait, what?

I screamed in pain as I felt my entire body reform itself. The pain was excruciating! I felt like I was drowning on my own blood as my arms and legs were cut up and swallowed. My torso felt like a jigsaw puzzle as it was rearranged. It was like the pain my victims felt as I sliced and diced them. That made me smile, even through the pain.

Then, all of a sudden. It stopped. I felt myself slightly fall as I was relieved of my pain. I landed on the ground, and immediately felt different. I knew I was a bit smaller, like a small kitten. And I no longer had hands. I also felt a new object attached to my head. I quickly attempted to walk, and realized I ha- "Wait, what the fuck?! I have fucking hooves!"

I had no time to question this, as a strange wooden wolf jumped at me. Thankfully I had taken gymnastics before I became a serial killer. My mind was immediately informed how my body worked. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I instinctively reached into my bag with my magic, and pulled out my kitchen knife.

The wolf ran at me again, this time I flipped over him, and turned in midair. I landed on my hooves and rushed onto his back. With a slash, I blinded the wolf as he ran around, attempting to fling me off much like a cow. I quickly finished him by stabbing my knife through his eyes, into his brain.

He fell to pieces, and as I felt more tired than I had ever before, I dropped to the ground. I managed to find shelter in the trees, and fell asleep.

"Wake up and face the music, Peyton."

"Fuck you, Orange Voice."

"PEYTON! Stop this madness! We wanted you to be happy, but not like this!"

"Fuck you, you piece of fucking bitch shit!"

"I have no reason to kill! And I don't care!"

"I just want them dead!"

I said that, as I cut into my mother. She screamed profanity at me, begging me to stop like a person being raped. But I wouldn't stop, not until she was silenced permanently. I tore into her, and I ripped off her hands and feet. I began gutting her, ripping out unneeded organs. I felt no remorse as I did this. She was just a replaceable worthless human life. I didn't even care that she was my mother.

I smiled wickedly when she whimpered as I slowly cut off her arms and legs. Muscle and flesh tore, as red liquids seeped from her entire body. She was covered in them, and it made me ecstatic to hear her screams of pain. It was like heaven to me. I wish I would never wake up from this dream.

I smiled pleasantly as I dreamed of my first kill.

Author's Note

Second chapter is slightly better! Yay!