#kcstart

JD wandered the forest dreamily, naturally quiet steps carrying him along like a phantom. Occasionally he’d cross paths with a victim, but none of them had sparked his interest yet. Honestly, he’d be perfectly happy to simply observe the game; the shaking, panting prey groping through darkness as though they might still escape were far more interesting than he’d expected. Humans were always so determined to live, so unaware of how weak they were. He liked the way their tears made clean tracks on their dirty faces. It stirred something in him. Not empathy, but something.

Riley always lit a candle afterwards; a way to let Her know she’d followed through. That she hadn’t forgotten her price, what she owed Her. So now, after getting the blood off her hands, she’d had a red candle lit, as well as some incense. It was a simple ritual, but it always accompanied her prayer.

vada was on her fourth drink already, basking in the moonlight that made her purple veins stand out against her pale frame. the adrenaline was still pumping in her veins, the thrill from their flawlessly executed kill still sending shockwaves down her spine. she swayed her hips to sound of a record playing, a lazy but devious grin parting her blood-red lips as she climbed to the top of the nearest chair. “to us,” she said smugly, her voice low and eerie as she raised her bottle up in a mock-toast. “true gods amongst men. long may we reign.” she giggled almost viciously before polishing off the rest, looking for a hand to help her giddy and drunken self down from the height.

the night was cold. the seasons shift had brought a chill to the night that reed had been longing for. and while the evening air was cold reed was anything but. he felt hot blood beneath the surface of his skin, and the warmth that each violent beat of his heart supplied. not to mention the burn in his throat from the liquor bottle he held in his hand. he looked over his shoulder to the person who’d quietly approached, wicked smile crossing his face. the man raised a lit cigarette to his lips and inhaled before extending the bottle. “have some”.

" admittedly, not my cleanest work. but practice makes perfect, right? “ she asked with a smirk as she took off the jacket she had worn on their outing. after their attack it had been left covered in the blood of their latest victim. surely she would have to get rid of it somehow to leave no trace of what she and the other members of the Kill Club had gotten in to earlier that night. kimberly hadn’t been in the game for long yet slowly but surely she was figuring out her own methods of murder, and more importantly how to perfect them. she examined the piece of clothing before shrugging in defeat. “ yeah, i’m not about to attempt to scrub blood out of cotton. you wanna come help me burn this? “

Riley had never seen a member of the Kill Club outside of their meetings before, but now, there they were, in the library on her very own college campus. Riley had been there late, the sun sinking through the sky. She was trying to study for midterms, when she saw them sitting a few tables away. Riley hesitated, and scurried over to them.