Better Evil Fin

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The cops had sealed off both areas, collecting pieces of human carnage, and sealing them in tiny plastic bags.2

Most of the cops were so disgusted with the bloodshed that they could hardly keep the contents of their stomachs IN there stomachs.3

The sight was utterly disgusting, Onya thought. She didn’t show it however, because she seemed to be the only steady-headed person in the room. She casually examined the bodies of both the female in the home, and the man on the road. Yes there were lots of similarities. But the man was heavily torn apart, as the female was only missed her heart and chest.4

She calmy took off her mask and suit, grabbing herself a donut and coffee.5

“No one’s touched the donuts.” Her eye brows raised.6

“Onya. I don’t know how you do it!” an annoying man Onya knew from elementary leaned up against the counter, staring at her.7

“Hi terk”8

“This place is disgusting! What kind of freak would do this?”9

Onya stared at her buddy, “A serial killer?” She teased.10

“Ya ya Onya laugh it up. I don’t know how you do it. There must be something wrong with you.”11

“Well, obviously, I can separate what I eat from what the murder ate” She set the donut down.12

“EW Onya seriously!” 13

Onya laughed at her buddy. He was so squeamish.14

Truth be told, it did affect her. But not the way most were affected. She LIKED blood. She liked gore. It seemed to churn something inside her that nothing else could give her.15

But Onya was no killer, no Onya had morals unlike the fucker who tore those two people apart. 16

Onya stared off in space, wondering what blood; Flesh tasted like. Wait. What the fuck was she thinking about?17

She shook it out of her head, gulping the scolding hot coffee down.18

“Lets get done here.”19