The Catalyst

Chapter XIII: The Man with the Hood

Dante's kill was everywhere. On the news, on newspapers, everywhere. A camera that was on the outside of the balcony had seen him. He was now known as a murderer. Nothing more, and nothing less but a murderer.

Dante looked down at the news paper in his hands. He saw the picture of himself the camera had gotten. It wasn't much really. It couldnt see his face. But Dante had made a name for himself that night. "The Man with the Hood." The paper read. It didnt seem like much but Dante knew that he was beginning to get noticed. He didnt need that.

As Dante walked down the road to Layla's, he saw her standing next to a stop sign. He gradually started walking faster. He than grabbed Layla and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The excitement in Layla's eyes could be seen very brightly. Layla grabbed Dante's face a pulled it towards hers. Their lips met, and another fire was made. They kissed for a bit and than headed toward the coffee house.

When they got there Layla started speaking of The Man with the Hood. "I wonder why he his doing all this. I mean arent you? A murderer going around here killing important people." Layla said. Dante looked at her and nodded. "Its not that safe here. But he seems to be going after important people like you said." Dante said this trying nit to draw any suspicion from Layla. "Yeah i know. So guess that means we are safe. We arent that important." Layla said. Dante looked down at his coffee and back up at Layla. He started to think. "Who am I anymore?" Dante thought. But quickly he came back to real life. "You're important to me." Dante said lovingly. Layla blushed lightly. Even though Dante knew that if Layla knew he was The Man with the Hood, she would freak out, he still made the comment to flatter Layla.

As they drunk their coffee and talked some more; making cute comments and what not, Dante and Layla got uo and left to go home. Dante and Layla were holding hands all the way there. It seemed like something they would see in a movie. But it was love. Their love.

When they got to Layla's house, Dante stood and held Layla in his arms for a while. This was his way of healing himself from all the killings, and the feelings he felt when he killed. Their lips met after a while and they kissed. Dante loved her taste. It was like a sweet candy to him that got addicting after a while. Layla felt the same.

The kissed and kissed and wouldnt stop. It seemed like they had kissed for an hour or two. Dante felt a flash while he was kissing Layla. The image he saw was of a man being shot this time. But without a baby in his hands. A strike of pain went through Dante's head and he fell to his knees. Layla quickly helped him up. "Are you alright baby?" She asked with a voice as gentle as silk. "Yeah......im fine." Dante began to kiss Layla again. Layla reached behind Dante and opened the door to her house. Layla stopped kissing Dante and yanked him into her house. Dante than noticed her parents were gone.