Maxi held her bunny at her side, gripping its hot-pink stuffed arm limply with her right arm. She was in a rather good mood today, her visage giddy, yet slightly disturbing. She'd recently received a new online request to dispose of a particularly suicidal individual who went by the name of "Spike."
She had a signature style of killing her victims, and it was quite amusing to witness. At least, for a sicko such as herself.
People in the city didn't really give her a second glance, despite her outrageous get-up. Her apparel consisted of crimson and black stockings, black combat boats, a petticoat, a trenchcoat, and a scarf that matched her stockings.
Maxi halted for a second, holding the strange bunny up to her face, brandishing a hunter's knife, and slicing down through the stomach.
"There, now you look even more loved, mein freund," she rationalized with a sadistic grin.
"Um, am I supposed to meet you here?" a boy questioned, looking at her as if she were crazy. "What are you doing to that bunny?"
"Ah, are you Spike?"
WIP~
I've just decided to get this started. I've had a shitload of writer's block, though =3=
