Hoodie Romance

Chapter 2: Manger Problem

Hoodie couldn't get Russell out of his mind, he never saw her give that empty look before. He remembers her soft lips, she looks stilt, as she barely could talk, her beautiful pink eyes seem dead like she just died and her skin is more pale than usual. Hoodie couldn't get that blank and emotionless face of Russell out of his mind, he never saw her give a dead-looked face like the world just ended like she lost everything. He wondered what happened in the office with her boss. "Fuck it." He says, and went to Russell's room, without thinking he went inside her room, without knocking, and he saw Russell laying on the bed, with tears coming down her face. "Russell are you okay?" He asks. Russell just holds tightly onto her pillow, Hoodie walks slowly to her bed, laying beside her.

"Benjamin, what is your real name?" She asked. Hoodie rubs her head gently. "Brian. Brian Thomas is my real full name." Russell turns her body around and looks up at Brian. "Why are you on the run from the police and why did you start killing people?" She asked, Brian. Hoodie sighed, "At the time, I thought it was the only way. But it is nothing to worry about. It best if you called me Benjamin in public but inside the house just called me Brian." He told, Russell. She nods her head slowly. "Thank you, for not lying to me, and thanks you for being here with me," Russell said, going to sleep and Brian slept right beside her.

The next day in the morning

Russell is in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her and Brian. She is happy he was able to finally trust her enough to tell her his actual name. Brian wakes up and comes downstairs, into the kitchen sitting on the high chair. "Morning, Russell. How did you sleep last night?" He asked. "I slept well, thanks for sleeping by my side. It was very kind of you." She told him, while still cooking. "Why were you crying?" Brian didn't want to ask Russell, last night because he felt she just wanted someone by her side at the moment. Russell took a minute, to gather herself up a little bit, she turn off the oven and stove. She put the food on the plate and looks at him with a sad smile. "In the office, my... Manager for the first time..." She doesn't want to say what her manager almost did to her.

She just sit next to Brian, and she looked at her plate of food and not touching it. "It's nothing to worry about...." She told him, knowing he was probably going to kill Mrs. Smith, she doesn't care about him killing him but getting caught by the person he is hiding from. "Please tell me, what did he do to you?" Brian asks Russell again. " He ..... Touch me... " Russell says, looking at Brian while some tears fall from her eyes. " I try reporting him to HR but they did nothing. I can't even risk losing this job because it is a high-paying job, I just don't know what to do about this at all. I know if I come back to work again he... He is... " Russell crying a lot. " I know you probably think I'm just being a baby about this... It's nothing I can deal with it." Brian gently pats her head. "Don't worry about him, I will handle it." Brian offers. "But..... Your hiding from them, what if they found out this was you?" She asks. " Don't worry, they won't think it is me. He thinks I'm dead. So it alright." Both of them started to laugh gently. "Thanks, for being my friend."

Midnight, at Mrs. Smith's Home

Mrs. Smith is watching a horror movie, in his living room chilling on the nice $2,000 expensive couch. "Dumb bitches, jeez. I wish I was in that country to have multiple wives." He smirks, then turns to the porn channel, watching two girls make out, and a guy masturbating. Mrs. Smith gets hard and starts masturbating but thinking of Russell, he gets a picture of Russell from the drawer that is underneath the coffee table. Mrs. Smith looks at the picture of Russell while masturbating to it. "One day, I will get in between your legs, and make you beg for it~ oh yeah~," he says, whiling moaning. He doesn't care about his wife or kids, because they live in different households. "I wish I can make you my wife." He says, masturbating still. All of a sudden the back door to the kitchen where the pool is opens, letting in the wind. Mrs. Smith stopped, annoyed. He gets up from the couch, but still touches himself just walking slowly and doing it slowly. He shut the door and went back to the couch to masturbate faster, as he finally cum. He put his cum on Russell's picture, that's just a normal one from work. He lays down, facing up at the ceiling then all of sudden a knife stabs his dick. "AHHHHHH!!!!?!?" Mrs. Smith falls to the ground, holding his bloody dick, crying and screaming. "What the fuck?!!" A man, in a yellow hood, with a black mask on, with two red eyes on the mask and a frown in red on. Mrs. Smith is terrified and crawling while the other hand holds his bleeding dick. " GET AWAY FROM ME, GET AWAY SOMEONE HELP ME HELP!!!!!!" Mrs. Smith yelled, begging someone to save his life. The hooded man, looked at him, coming a little bit closer to him with a knife.

Hoodie POV

There I was with a knife in my hand, going to kill this son of a bitch. He crawled away from me, like a scared little pig. I had to come here and killed him. Humans like him would never stop. He made Russell cry and now masturbates in front of her picture... He is so disgusting. I watch him struggle to try to get the house phone, on the wall. I slowly walk up to him and stab him a couple of more times. His fat ass is still not dead. Damn, I guess it going to be harder. I stab his throat, watching him choking on his blood. I watch till he dies. I make sure he died. I looked around his house to see if there was anyone else there. Luckily there was no one else in the house.

But then I came upon a room, with cameras. Well, this isn't surprising, the men are rich and live in a million-dollar house shouldn't leave just yet, I have to get all the camera's memory chips, I remember Russell told me this last year about the new technology, telling me that nowadays cameras have memory chips inside just in case something happens to the tapes, video, or disc. I have to make sure to deeply ease all my evidence of being here. First, I took all the recordings deleted permanently, then took all the tapes/discs smashing them into pieces and throwing the pieces into the trash, then went to all the security cameras that are inside and outside, took all the chips out, and smashed them to put it in the fire too. I watched it all burning in it till fully melted, making sure it was all gone so none of it can be fixed or recovered.

Not worrying about my fingers print, ever since I've been a proxy, always had black gloves on. After making sure to leave no evidence there. I left, walking to Russell's home. After walking for 1 hour, take off the mask, and gloves and make sure to avoid walking near the forest. Don't want them to know, that am still alive. It is best if they think I am dead. While walking through the night I thought I heard something, and turn around but nothing. I start running to Russell house, for a few hours till finally getting there at dawn. Too lazy to go upstairs, just flip down on the couch and taking off my shoes and laying there exhausted. At least Russell doesn't have to worry about him anymore. And I did make sure to clean up all my evidence, made sure no blood got on my clothes and shoes. I also make sure to get rid of all the cameras but... Not Russell picture, I probably should have taken it just in case but hopefully the police just thought he a creep and stalker.

Welp, we know rather today or tomorrow on the news or not, thinking in my mind. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, hopping everything works out fine.

To be continued....