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Oliver Thomas

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Nobody knew my secret, especially not the police.

My name is Oliver Thomas, but my alter ego is actually "The rogue killer". For as long as I can remember, my main hobby was luring innocent victims into my traps using charm and false humility. The civilians never see it coming until much too late.

My identity remains unknown to the conspiracy theorists of the world, wondering how I've never left a single trace during my sprees.

Over twenty people die every single month in my town. No matter how many doors or locks or how many passwords are protected, the mainframe is indefinitely exploited the minute I'm involved.

Not to brag, but I've murdered over one hundred victims without being caught. The police have questioned every civilian several times, but my personality of tranquility and benevolence seemed evident to them.

A few people had learned about my secret, only to die minutes later.

On an average day-to-day basis, I journeyed to my public school and learned for the future. Murder wasn't quite a profession, since profits were rarely taken. Education was the only way I would make it in the world.

My high school was located in the suburbs of a city called Omaha, Nebraska. On stereotype, the Omaha kids were daft and psychopathic, but we were just regular kids. Well, the rest of them were, anyway.

My homework was always completed before I set off to find a new victim, which never suspected a thing.

Omaha was a big city, big enough for new students to be coming in on a weekly basis. Some were home schooled and living in my neighborhood, while others seemed oddly attracted to me. Either way, they all ended up six feet under.

The new kids were usually female, leading the police to assume pedophilia action was involved in the crimes. Males weren't usually high on my hit list, but I could make do with just about anyone.

Not a single new kid survived their first week, leaving the police speechless. My lying game was sublime according to the Omaha PD.

The week was too boring, through my eyes. New kids stopped coming due to the crime and murder rates of so many children. Hundreds of families moved across states because of me, but my yearn for blood always increased each time.

My victim one night was a girl named Amy Snaden. Kids around the halls loved her due to the sweetness in her eyes and friendliness expressed to others. Frequently, I'd been asked before if I knew her. I seemed to be the Light Yagami of Nebraska; smart and deadly.

"Have we met before?" I called out to her across the street, where we locked eyes briefly before she smiled.

"Hold on, let me join you!"

Swiftly, the lean girl danced across the crosswalk, gently landing by my side. "I've seen you before, Oliver. You're in my Chemistry class."

"Oh, right!" In truth, I had no idea who she was, nor had I recognized her from classes. "One of my friends told me you liked reading. So do I!"

"Really?" Amy sniffled. "These days, all they care about is Tiktok and their online careers. Attention to literature has severely decreased."

"I totally agree with you," I nodded grimly, a melancholy expression flashing across my face. "There's something I haven't told you yet."

"What?" Amy snorted, nudging my shoulder gently. "Are you the Rogue Killer, or something?"

We laughed shortly, convincing her I was perfectly safe. "I was going to say we used to know each other, actually. I remember you from elementary school."

"You do?" She queried, her thumb trailing to the bottom of her chin. "Huh. I would've remembered that. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's alright," I promised, pointing towards a narrow alley across the busy street. "Do you know that way towards my neighborhood?"

After studying the far away path, she shook her head. "No, I can't say I have. Why?"

"That's a good question. Follow me."

The naive girl trampled across the crosswalk behind me, spouting questions as we strolled. I acted as a regular guy while waving to kind, innocent strangers. Nobody would ever get to hear her scream.

"This is where I tell people secrets of mine," I whispered, hand cupped around her ear. "Guess what?"

She gulped nervously, face blushing red. "What?"

"I'm the rogue killer."

Within a second, a handkerchief plastered against her thin lips, securing the scream remaining in her throat. Blood spilled through the blade of my knife as it made contact with her skin. All I saw was the pleading look of guilt and sadness in her eyes.

"Goodbye, Amy," I mumbled maliciously. "Enjoy the afterlife."

Her body fell to the grimy, foul ground beneath my feet. The color vanished from her veins, whiteness seeping up like a virus.

"Or not."

The death of Amy Snaden hit the school suddenly, especially her friends. She must've been a massive teachers' pet, since all the staff was encased in grief. Her closest friends didn't show their faces all day, except for two.

The principal held a school-wide assembly to assess the damage done by all my murders. It was hilarious to watch, especially with her best friend sitting next to me.

"Did you know Amy?" I sniffled, hiding my vile eyes with frigid hands. "I just met her. She had so much potential. I-I wanted to be her friend."

"She and I were best friends, actually," He responded. "My name's Will."

"I've never seen you before." My hand gingerly extended to meet his halfway, but limply as well. "I'm Oliver."

"The other smart kid," Will muttered to himself. "It's nice to meet you. I never thought something so tragic would happen here."

"It's happened all the time," I scowled, leaning back in the bleachers at the top. "The stupid murderer on the loose just doesn't show mercy. How heartless can you get, murdering kids left and right?"

"I didn't know about the murderer," Will cried out, burying his tear stained eyes in his hands. "I've been so invested in my boyfriend and friends to notice."

"That's okay." I patted his back. "Amy can enjoy her new life now, no distractions or mass murders."

"You're right," Will sighed. "You're absolutely right."

I wonder where this idea came from. Apparently my family reunions served as good inspiration for a murder shot. 

Song of the day is Don't Let Me Down by the Chainsmokers x Daya.