Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content As time dragged on while she waited for a response, Analise became restless and decided to busy herself with grading papers she'd recently collected from her students. It wasn't long before she gave up on that endeavor as the wine started to cloud her mind and she settled on something that would take a little less of her brain capacity. She sat on her living room floor with her half finished bottle of wine and read the stack of comic books she'd picked up a few days ago, every one of them of the horror genre. Half way through the comics, her computer chimed and she looked up, narrowing her eyes to see the notification she'd been waiting for. She put down the comic book before she crawled over to the desk and pulled herself up into the chair, raking her hair back only for it to fall again and cover half of her face as she clicked. A smile played across her lips as she read and he answered so many of the questions she hadn't even posed to him, questions she hadn't even thought of yet. He had been watching her, watching her close enough to know that her shriek of terror was all a farce. Her breath caught when he clarified that it was the process of dying one should be afraid of and confirmed her fear that this was all a game to make the kill more fun, but still by the time she'd finished reading, she was giggling as she instantly replied. Subject Pig Squeals Message I wouldn't believe me either. A change of scenery might be nice, let's make it a road trip. I'll see you soon, but for now I'm off to bed. Care to join me? LOL She was already turning away from the computer when she clicked send and stood from her chair, standing for a moment as she tried to regain her balance. She walked across the room, retrieving the empty bottle of wine and the glass she'd foregone about halfway through the bottle. She placed everything on the counter, too drunk and tired to clean it up right away before she made her way to the bedroom and sank into her bed. The next morning she woke to the blaring of her alarm and reached from under the mountain of blankets to turn it off before she sat up. Rubbing her eyes a vague memory of the message she'd sent came to mind as she groaned in annoyance at herself. She'd not only ignored a large portion of his message, which was abnormal but she'd invited a perfect stranger who wanted to kill her into her bed. She didn't even like men. Half aggravated, half disgusted she dragged herself out of bed to begin her day like every other. She washed her face and brushed her teeth before changing into a sports bra and a pair of leggings, walking into the kitchen as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. As she'd told herself to the previous night, she placed the wine bottle in the recycling bin and washed out her glass before drying it and putting it in the cabinet. When she approached the door, she slowed to put on her tennis shoes and stepped outside, putting in ear buds as she surveyed the neighborhood. Once it seemed like all was well, she started on her jog, grateful to be listening to her favorite music again instead of Whitney's endless blathering.