[Drake's POV]
I watched her, silently, quietly.
She had no idea who I was, and yet I had the feeling she knew everything about me.
Me, Drake Merwin.
After all those stories being told about me, after all the bad I'd done.
Shooting my poor neighbor in the back of the knee with my father's pistol had been nothing.
I was a murderer.
And yet, I seemed to kill everyone with one look.
Drake Merwin, the one to be afraid of, the one to be feared above all.
I scoffed out loud at that one.
I doubt any of these kids knew anything about the real me.
They want insanity?
They haven't seen nothing yet.
Get ready, Aimee Ashe.
You're my first victim.
[Aimee's POV]
"No thank you, and goodbye," I said, flipping my phone closed.
I was looking for a job.
I was seriously in desperate need of one, I mean my parents don't do crap for me, so I'm getting one so I don't even try to attempt at asking them for money when I need it.
I zipped up my baggie black Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie, it was getting a bit cold.
I was walking home, a now crumpled Classifieds newspaper sheet shoved to the bottom of my white messenger bag.
It was raining, had been all month, basically.
I hadn't really expected anything weird to happen.
I was going to go home, shower, and settle in front of my MacBook to find a good, paying job.
Too bad I never got to do any of those things.
All because of that damned Drake Merwin.
[Still Aimee's POV]
I awoke in a dark room.
I was laying on something very soft, very comfortable.
It was a bed, felt like a King at that.
I was dazed and confused, rubbing my head warily trying to gain my thoughts back.
I had been walking home, and out of nowhere, everything went black.
Now I'm here.
But where is here?
"Look who decided to wake up," a voice said.
I hadn't realized anyone had been in the dim room with me.
Too bad I had.
He stepped forward into a thin sliver of light that came from a curtained window.
By "he", I mean Drake Merwin.
"It's about time," he continued, smirking an almost evil grin.
It was there that I then saw the small knife he was tapping on his thigh.
"Aimee Ashe, you are my first victim."
I gulped.
