Bogeyman

The second killing

The son grabbed his mothers hand, leading her upstairs. He was a pure and sweet young boy, living with just his mother, dad was arrested years ago. Not knowing they weren't alone, the mother chased the boy to his bedroom, and the boy rummaged through the chest at the foot of his bed, throwing a toy gun at his mother, and one for himself, and ran out again
Samira waited, watching, planning, seeking. They snuck into the house while the two were out. Strange, they couldn't see the eldest son anywhere. Maybe he wasn't home? He was probably working, as always. That just means Samira would have to hunt him down some time. As soon as they knew the parent and child were outside, Samira crawled out from their hiding spot. They walked out of the room, walking towards the eldest sons' room. After research, Samira learnt he was an avid collector of weapons, ranging from knuckle dusters to baseball bats, from knives to swords. They even learnt the eldest had a few guns- of course they were airsoft guns, but even at point blank, a bullet from an airsoft gun can be painful
Maybe Samira would use a sword. A katana was preferred, but with tactics like theirs, you cant be picky and you have to get creative. All they had to do was lure the mother and son into a place where they wouldn't have a phone, then strike the mother first. That's the plan, ad if Samira does it correctly, they shouldn't be caught.

"Mama! Come find me!" The young boy shouted
The woman turned a corner, before being shot in the head with a foam bullet
"Got you!" The boy shouted, jumping onto his mother
Samira stood by the window, momentarily watching
"Ajută-mă, sunt gazda copilului nebuniei" before turning away. They weren't unnoticed though
The mother grabbed her son by the arm, ordering him to stay right here
"Shit!" Samira thought, before running into a closet they new had a false wall

"Hey! Naeveonii!" The man shouted, approaching the young man. The man known as Naeveonii turned to him, his cold white eyes glaring. Naeveonii was an odd man, one of the youngest of his squad, just turning 20. He had messy dark purple hair, which was dyed. However he stopped dyeing his hair and his light purple roots were visible from his pinned back fringe. He wore the proper uniform, but a long hoodie, with a large collar and oversized sleeves over the top.
"Oliver? Am i needed?"
"Can you escort Dr Mortimer to the morgue? After that you're free to go home, Ludwig and Nessy will take over your station"
Naeveonii was an obedient man. He did as he was told, he didn't hate his job, but he was not a fan of the socialising

After that job was done, he got his belongings together
His boss popped her head around the corner
"Naeveonii!" She shouted, in her typical playful voice, this however did scare him, and he turned to face her
"Damnit, woman!" He shouted "nearly gave me a heart attack!
She chuckled "at least you'd be in the right spot!"
The girl walked up to him, in actuality she was the youngest. She was young, too young to be a boss. Her ripe strawberry hair matched her bright and lively eyes, her short frame made her look like a child sized doll, she was externally an adorable kid, but Naeveonii knew not to fuck around with her, as she is known to have a terrible temper and swear every few second
"Djura, do you need anything" Naeveonii asked the Irish woman
"Nah, I just wanted to tell you that Dr Sawbones has been spotted in the town over, be careful of anyone matching his and his wifes description"

Samira heard the door unlock, luckily they were masked, as they made eye contact with Naeveonii, still holding the plate they beat the brother to death with. A thud was heard as Samira dropped it
Naeveonii stepped back, his breathing increasing, as he stumbled upon the horror
He ran towards the killer, but they had superhuman movement. Luckily he remembered what they looked like, as they ran out of the door, into the trees and gone into the night
Naeveonii ran towards his family, checking for a pulse, then breathing. There was nothing, they were still warm though. He called the cops as soon as he was certain they were safe

"Let me suffer in my madness, Helel!" Samira said, being chased by the familar boy
"That was sloppy, but clean takedown, I will admit"
"Oh shut the fuck up helel, the son got off work sooner then I expected!"

Samson awoke to the call of his phone, he picked up his phone, as he slipped on his glasses
"Que? Si?"
"I don't speak Spanish" Jace said on the other end of the line "anyway, the second kill has happened, the son saw our guy almost Crystal clear"
"Great. Another kill, let me guess. The magic blocking barrier is up, too?" Samson question
"We're guessing. But Reen and Kat both have school, and the last one has dropped off the radar. We are going to try Resident minor"
Samson already was getting ready to head out to the scene, picking the first outfit he could see, that was clean. Fortunately all his clothing was simple- he's a simple man! He ended up getting a white shirt and black dress trousers, easy to work with
"Alright just tell me the address" Samson said
"The survivor is talking to Halloween Campbell and my wife. I recommend going to the station first"

"Alright, What did the mask look like?" A brunette haired woman questioned the purple haired man. He chewed on his hoodie sleeve as he thought
Samson stood at the door, leaning against the frame. He has loosely braided his long hair to keep it out of his face. Pushing his glasses frame up, he listened
"It was.... I guess a black mask- it was built to hide their facial features. It had no eye, mouth or nose, just... a blank slate mostly, except for a red circle. It had horns on it... I think six" Naeveonii explained. A woman with split coloured hair and a faux skull mask placed on her head sketched down
"Did you see anything else?" Samson questioned, stepping into the room, and leaning against the back of the 2 woman's chairs
"No, it was too dark and their cloak went to their ankles, but they were probably close to 7ft tall, and very strong, and agile!"
The brunette turned to the man behind her
"Father Samson, I didn't expect you here. When you get a chance, can you do something for me? Originally Kenzie was going to do it, but she's just a kid, you're a strong adult" she said, and Samson stood next to her, and he nodded his head, and she softly sighed in glee
"Alright, theres a school in a worse part of This city, head there. Although dress more casually, you-" she began, before being interrupted by Samson himself
"I know the drill, Ebony, I grew up homeless without parents since 6, with a baby brother too" he began "I know how to dress in low income areas"
"I always forget you and Ezekiel were homeless, you've come so far away from poverty it's always a hard thing to believe. The school doesn't open till 8am, but most don't go, I'll get in contact with a person you might know. Remember Dog?"
Samson scoffed, he did remember her, he didn't particularly like her though, she was too loud and energetic for her