Post by Karma Jenkins on Jul 24, 2013 12:06:19 GMT
Brown, thin, simple. Karma's feet swept over the words as she stood at the front door. At that moment, she actually believed when you looked down and read 'Welcome' on a door mat, it actually meant that. Usually by normal custom, it would mean that. But there was nothing normal after she entered that house. You know, tardy isn't the kind of word to describe Bec. How about lazy, or an enemy to punctuality. Because when you plan a hang out sesh days in advanced and you get stood up, you tend to get a bit pissed. Especially if it wasn't your idea in the first place. It doesn't take intellectual analysis to understand that Karma was a teenager and for a teenager, friends were everything, especially when family was minimal. Troy worked, and he hunted, and he got into trouble. Not much company unless they are at home having an MTV marathon or at school, in which not many words are exchanged during these times. Karma always had time for her friends, and sometimes it felt good to know that it was a mutual thing. So when her friend Bec was an hour - wait, hour in a half late and left Karma standing outside Wall-Mart looking like an absolute tool, it was interrogation time. Karma can be calm and compliant but turn her mood upside down and you definitely have another thing coming. Knocking on the door, she pulled out her phone and saw that she didn't have a text, missed call or even a snap chat from her very fashinably late friend.
"Come on Bec!". Karma knocked again, then held her phone up to her ear as it rang out. I ask you, in what world does a teenage girl not have her phone firmly attached to her? Calling again, Karma knocked once more a bit louder until her phone went to voice-mail. After the beep, she started up. "Bitch, I have been waiting for you for ages now. Time to wake up and answer the phone girlfriend, sleep can wait until Karma time is finished". She sighed. No, if Bec was asleep she wasn't going to wake up. More reason to break in and terrorize the girl. Karma didn't have potions til three, Troy didn't finish work til five. Why not have some of that teenage fun she had definitely been lacking and make sleep impossibly for Ms Bec Torns. Smirking, she opened the door slowly and crept inside. Call her a kid, but when it came to making a friend's life a living hell, anyone would get excited.
Closing the door behind her, Karma turned around and looked. Very victorian with a kind of morocan sway about it, she liked it. Mrs Torns obviously has some taste, so that is good. Then why did Bec dress like a corner monstrosity? Dumbfounded, Karma then pulled her bag higher up her shoulder and turned to head into the kitchen. Pushing the door open, a sneaky smirk still on her face, the girl arched her neck around to see if Bec was there. And she was. Karma's mouth dropped when she saw it. Bec's legs were still planted on the ground, but from knees up it was gone. Pieces of her was blasted over the kitchen interior, the stove, the cupboards. Blood and flesh that looked like slime was splattered over the place and Karma's hand shot up to her mouth. Looking at the scene, she spun to run out of the room but crashed into someone standing behind her. Stepping back, she looked up at who it was. Was it the killer, or was it someone doing just as she was - going to see Bec, but there being nothing left of her.