A Killer Roommate

Chapter 1: Prolouge

The killer roommate prologue

Emotions are a complicated, but interesting topic in any given conversation. Tell a mother her child is dead and she'll cry in agony and pain. Tell a man his, whom he is close to, mother is dying and you see the same reaction. However, tell a little girl grandmother isn't coming back and she might be confused and upset. Tell a poor man with debt he is being laid off in his job, he'll be stressed, pissed, and sad. Watch a teenage boy get his car towed away and you'll see that he's pissed and upset. Give a women a winning million dollar lottery ticket and she'll cry with joy and excitement. Tell a teenage girl she's going to the college of her dreams and she'll be the same way. Watch a man be reunited with his wife and you'll see the love bond they share between them. We show emotions everyday. Emotions are a big study with a lot of people. Knowing how someone will react and knowing how they do is something that is fascinating to many people across the world.

But knowing how some people can't express emotions is even more fascinating. The fact that someone can lack emotion and not even know how to express one is just as exciting as seeing someone react with too much emotion. We link lack of emotions to disorders, and even link it to killers. People with the need to kill other people are said to lack certain emotions, mainly sympathy and love.

However, this doesn't seem to be the case with...him. Sort of. He lacks sympathy for his victims, he has an ungodly desire to watch the emotions in his victim's eyes. Watching them go from terror, to pain, the fear in their face. How do I know this? Well im not a detective on his case, in fact I was supposed to be one of his victims. I was going about my normal day I had to return a few books from the local library and I wanted to get a couple new ones. I walked down the street like usual, however this time a bunch of people were crowded around some street show. It was kind of common for random people to appear on the street to wow the masses, making a quick few bucks by entertaining the simple minded passerby's. I lacked the emotion and care to stop so I kept walking. He happened to be lurking in the shadows of an alleyway and with everyone to busy watching the street show he took the opportunity and yanked me into the alleyway. Normal girls probably would have been screaming, shocked, scared for their life. Why? Because he was holding me against the wall with a knife against my neck. His hand covering my unmoving mouth not a sound coming from me. All I did was look at him with my dull blue eyes not a single emotion to be found on my face. But him. He had many emotions in his light blue eyes, lust, desire, amusement. A wide evil like grin across his face, he waited for the 'realization' that I was going to die to flood into my eyes. To his demise it never came, nothing did. His grip on me and his knife grew tighter and his grin began to fall "Why aren't you flipping out? Im a murderer, im going to kill you!" he growled at me as if I was a child who didn't know my fate. I attempted to say something, but it was muffled under his hand.

He uncovered my mouth wanting me to repeat myself "I realize that. However, I lack the ability to show you what you want. So if you don't mind I would like to go about my day. I wouldn't like my books to be late." I said with a monotone voice. He scoffed "And why would I let you go? How do I know you won't go run off to tell someone?" he glared at me "I lack evidence of any of this. And I have no friends, so who do I have to tell?" I lightly shrugged and he just let me go. I didn't run and didn't scream for help. I just brushed myself off and walked away.

After that encounter random people I would see in my daily schedule seemed to disappear and I would catch him following me. Granted these were people nobody would really notice missing except me. He thought I couldn't see him, but I did. Poking his head out from random alleyways, hiding behind trees and bushes in the park, I could even see him from my apartment's window as he was across the street watching me from someone else's balcony. He really sucks at being stealthy. Then I finally grew tired of it when the boy who made my coffee at the local café never showed up for work. I confronted him outside my apartment building when I was taking out the trash. "Why are you following me?" I sighed when I threw the trash bag in the dumpster. "What makes you think I following you?" he asked poking his head out from the other side of the dumpster "I see you everywhere. You need to work on your stealth. It sucks." I watched him closely "Heh sorry, I didn't go to the ninja school of stealth." He lightly chuckled "Your lack of expressing anything is fascinating to me. My first victim who didn't show me anything." He came out from around the dumpster "Do you not have a home to go back to?" I shifted from one foot to the other "No, not really." He shrugged "Do you just want to come live with me?" I lightly yawned as it was late "Really? You'd invite the guy who tried to murder you in an alleyway to live with you?" he seemed even more amused then when we first met. "As long as you promise to stop killing off the people I talk to on my daily schedule, you are making it hard for things to be done." "Deal!" he grinned happily and held out his hand "The names Zane." He introduced I looked at his hand and turned away "Skylar...you'll just sleep in my guest bedroom. Nobody comes to visit anyway." And with that I invited a murderer to be my roommate. Whatever happened after that day was probably the most exciting things that could happen to anyone. I think.

A/N: Hello! And welcome to my new story. This'll be a story im gonna work on more than my other two stories I have here. It will be my summer story! So as the story progresses tell me how you like the story! It won't be a super duper 50 chapter's long story. But my goal will probably be around 25-30 chapters. Next chapter will be within a few days so look forward to it. Ta ta for now.