It Never Ended With A Smile.

Lies. Just lies.

Smiley looked exactly like how everyone described him. White short sleeve hoodie covered in blood with black long sleeve shirt to cover the rest of his arms. A black belt held all his bloody weapons. He wore black skinny jeans which really went with the hoodie in George's opinion and black converse. His left eye had a scar and the eye itself didn't look too good.

"Stay away from me you murderer!" George screamed. He was terrified that Smiley would kill him or something like that, so he'd much rather keep his distance.

"I'm not going to kill you, George..." Smiley muttered, "I'm a good person now...I changed." He had his iconic smile plastered on his face. It was warm and welcoming with a hint of violence. It didn't even occurre to George that Smiley knew his name without asking.

"Yes you are, I know you are, don't try to trick me. It won't work. You're going to coax me into believing me then you're going to kill me." George spat back. He was on the verge of tears because of how scared he was. Smiley went silent. Everything seemed to go silent whenever Smiley went silent. The silence was so loud to George and Smiley knew that.

"You know me too well for my liking," Smiley mumbled. George was certain that Smiley was joking. Everyone knows who he is and some people are going to take an interest in him. Especially because he's a serial killer.

"You're not as sly as you think you are" George immediately regretted saying that out loud.

"Oh?" Smiley seemed genuinely shocked at this statement. "I'm not?"

"No. You make it so obvious that it was you that killed the victim that it's honestly boring" George admitted.

"And what makes you think you can do any better, huh? You don't know what it's like to work in this industry. Especially if you work for him. You know nothing about my job or my life, all you know are the details that I put out to the world...which isn't even anything close to my actual life." Smiley lectured. He was right. George didn't know what it was like to be a killer. He also didn't know anything about Smiley's upbringing or his private life or anything of the sort.

"You're still not the perfect murderer though" George said.

"You know what..." Smiley pulled out his knife, "I'm just going to kill you right here" At thar exact moment there was a knock on the plastic door.

"Smiley, are you in there?"