Delphian || h.s.

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It was beautiful, how the body matched the wood's rare quality and expressed it in a way so eerie and convoluting. I guess it was kind of morbid in a way, seeing this beautiful man place the body down gently and shielding it with the branches and the grass that the woods gave him. I wasn't able to see the body at all. It had fully disappeared and he smiled down at his work, wiping his paint covered hands on his pants. He turned his body around fully, his eyes meeting mine. His face made one of frustration as he rolled his eyes and walked toward me with such a force I wasn't used to. I felt as if I should move, try to get away. But, my feet stayed planted in their original spots. His body reached mine as his jaw locked and his eyes flitted down my body and back up again.

I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I was actually intrigued. This man, whoever he was, couldn't have been older than 25, with piercing green eyes and dark curls around his head, held away from his face with a bandanna. He looked normal, mostly. What wasn't normal was the hard look in his eyes that were staring back at me and the paint that was covering his hands and that specked across his face in a wondrous pattern. I found myself smirking at him as I held his gaze with as much confidence as I could muster.

"Nice look you got there," I said to him, gesturing my hand towards his paint and blood covered clothes.

His jaw locked, once again, as he looked into my eyes. "You do know that I have to kill you now," he responded calmly.

"I would imagine," I said, simply. My response surprised him, shock flicking across his face quickly before changing back to the hard demeanor he had held moments before, showing no emotion. I was curious. I wanted to know why he paints his victims with such precision. I wanted to know him.

"I'm Sutton," my hand reached out in front of me, as I smiled lightly.

"I don't want to know your fucking name," he snapped at me, giving me a hard glare. I gaped at him.

"Why not?"

"Because you just saw me hide a damn body, I have no idea who you are. I can't trust you and then you want me to know your name? How stupid are you?" I took a step back.

"I just wanted to establish closure before you killed me, I wanted to at least know my murderer before he murdered me." I was trying to get under his skin, I wanted for him to know I wasn't scared of him.

He held his bottom lip in between in thumb and his pointer finger as he took a long breath.

"Look," I said. "If you are worried about me blowing your cover, you should just forget about it because I'm not going to say anything." I sighed, dropping my hand.

"How the hell am I supposed to trust you, I have no idea who you are," He breathed.

"Because, I want to come with you," I surprised both of us by saying, his eyes flicked up to meet mine as he dropped his cold looks, his striking eyes making my heart skip a beat. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this, but I knew one thing, I didn't want to stay here. I didn't want to deal with my father and I certainly didn't want to go back to school.

"Who the fuck are you," He asked, bewildered, pacing back and forth. "I've come across many people who have spotted me and I have killed them without any problem but you," He stopped and looked at me, his eyes wide. "You actually want me to kill you, and because of this I'm not sure if I should kill you."

"I never said I wanted you to kill me," I pointed out. "I said I wanted to come with you, which could resort to anything but you killing me."

He rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. "No, You aren't coming with me." He said.