Stories by Kris

Prompt: A serial killer who finds their victims through dating apps has finally found their next victim. They'd been texting for a while and had planned what would have been a fatal first date, but then... The country went on lockdown. The killer keeps in touch with them while in quarantine figuring that they may as well hang on to a potential future victim. Except...They're kinda starting to like this one. ----------- I have never felt like this before. All the other victims, men and women because I am not that picky, had been nothing more than prey. I know how I look; I know how to act and I know how to make them think I am their dream girl. I don't do it often because then it would get boring like my ‘a doctor a day’ program. It was fun, the risk and thrill of the deadline for each victim but it got boring after the thirteenth one. One of my co-workers who thought that we were 'friends' introduced me to a dating app. I had been plotting to guide him to

"The arena gates will be opening soon..." my handler says, "Have you decided on your weapon?" I look down. I can't meet his eyes. The sadness and self-loathing descend on me like a thick fog. "My depression," I reply quietly. What else do I need? "A bold choice," comments my handler. I thought about telling him that it's not really a choice at all but I don't deserve the safety of any excuse. The arena gates open and I ignore the whispered wishes from my handlers.  Why did I have to be depressed today?  I stepped into the arena. The crowds were cheering loud until then and the silence that fell upon seeing me was telling. I looked down refusing to look at anyone else. Why did everyone hate me so? I deserved it for being such a monster but still, I wished there was someone who loved me. My opponent this time is a young female with lithe muscles and beautiful burgundy eyes. There is a fire in her eyes that says t

Derek hated coming to work on Fridays. It was boring through and through. Derek was lucky to have landed a job at GENE; one of the best pharma companies in the world, even if it was a low-level desk job. Life was boring and his heart condition was getting worse. He was not one of those who could afford the GENE's miracle cures. A scientist from the lab bumped into him on his way to the elevator. She didn't even pause to acknowledge him and just went her way. He shook his head, those people were always in a hurry.  With a sigh, he stepped into the elevator. Something crinkled under his shoe and looking down he saw a file. The scientist must have dropped it. He picked up the file frowning. It would be best to leave it at the main lab. With the decision made he went towards the labs. On the way, the power shut down suddenly.  When the lights turned back on, there was a girl, looking no older than twenty, standing a few feet in front of him. Derek blinked in sur

He started drinking after his wife died. He loved her so much that her loss felt like a thousand tonnes of weight crushing his very soul and the alcohol made it easier. It made it easier to fall into a dreamless sleep and drown in his memories of her. It made it easier to forget that she wouldn't be there to chastise him for drinking too much, for not cleaning the dishes... The alcohol made it easier to forget that she was gone. Sadly, that wasn't the only thing he forgot. He forgot about the little boy that lost his mother the day he lost his wife. He forgot about their son, their beloved child, that needed him because he didn't know why mommy wasn't coming home. He forgot that he wasn't just a husband but also a parent. The only parent his son had left. In the haze of the alcohol, he didn't remember the times that the boy came to him. He didn't remember the sadness in his boy's eyes. All it took for him to remember was one drunk mistake.