**"You think this is all a game don't you?" He sneered, his thin lips pulling back over his shining white teeth.
"No," The small blonde girl snapped, offended that he still thought of her as a child. "But I know you're hiding something. Just tell me what it is, I don't care."
He smiled slightly. But not a reasuring smile. It made her stomach drop and her lungs close up. She was out of her depth here. This man was dangerous. He'd killed people, she knew that, she'd SEEN that. It still haunted her to this day, images of the strangers head rolling down the dark alleyway, his dead, empty eyes staring at her as if screaming for help.
"You want me to show you what I'm hiding?" He snarled through his crooked unnerving smile.
She nodded shakily and barley lived long enough to regret it. She should've ran. Right there and then, or maybe even before then. Infact she should never have even spoken to him, never have follwed him that night in hopes of talking to the mysterious stranger who stayed across the road from her. She should never have followed him here tonight, thinking it would all end like her fantasy novels. She was stupid and she paid dearly for it.
He rose up, pulling himself to his full height and while he loomed over her, his shadow covering her tiny body completely, he raised his right arm and growled an animalistic growl that shook the nearby windows of the abandoned warehouse and laughed darkly. A thick tearing sound echoed around them both and the girls eyes widened. She couldn't move. It was too late.
His once toned and pale arm was now falling apart. His skin peeled off like potoato skin and fell to the ground, blood dripping from the remants. Then his whole forarm cracked and fell with a thud to join it's old skin. A thick, black claw shot out of his elbow and he swiped, slicing the girls head in half instantly. Blood and brain matter covered the walls of the warehouse behind him, soaked his clothes and his hair as her head split smoothly into two parts and fell to the ground with a flop.
He left her there that night. He did not mourn her, he did not miss her. Infact he never thought of her again after that moment. He continued on with his exsitance, continued on with his killing, untill eventually he met someone who he did think of afterwards. Someone he did mourn for. Someone who challenged him, made him think, made him sweat. He kept going until he met HIM.**
