Can a Killer find Serenity?

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The year is 2013, October 31st. It's Halloween.

Simone Harris is in a rut. Pacing back and forth in his bedroom, running his dark, dark, brown hair, unable to believe it hasn't fallen out, and his footing unbalanced and sloppy. He chewed his lower lip, stopping only to bite his nails.

"I shouldn't go... should I? No I shouldn't. I'm not going. But this could be fun. Fun? What am I thinking? I'm the opposite of fun. I shouldn't go," Simone babbled on. He was debating whether he should go to a party he was invited to. So far he was going over his pros and cons when Gavin barked,

"Oh shut the fuck up and go," he was more focused on the unfinished puzzle, other than Simone.

"You might get a girlfriend out of it, god knows you need one," he mumbled.

"Not to mention you're already wearing a costume," Gavin gestures a hand to him, rolling the wheels on the chair. Simone scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion from his friends' comment. He briefly examines himself and sees no such costume. Only his black jacket, white socks and navy pants plus shirt.

"I'm not wearing a costume?" He says, doubtful.

"Oh!" Gavin covered his mouth, surprised. "Sorry, sorry man. I just realized it's your face. Thought you were wearing a mask, what a relief, eh?" His friend laughed and spun in the chair. Simone glared daggers his way.

"Shut up, Gavin! Your jokes aren't even funny!" Iris hissed, pulling her head away from one of Simone's books.

Gavin lifted his hands in defeat and retreated back to the puzzle.

"Don't listen to him, Simone," she made her way towards Simone and patted him on the shoulder, her azurite eyes narrowing at Simone's plain brown ones. Simone tried not to stare at the new cuts on her arms and faded burns on her face. He gave Iris half a smile and places a few strands of her hot pink and boy cut hair behind her ear. Iris is extremely tiny compared to Simone's male height.

"But Gavin does have a point," Iris adds after a few moments.

"Ha! Told you!" Gavin calls. Iris rolled her eyes.

Simone took a step back, shocked from his friends going against him, together.

From the very first day he created Gavin and Iris he knew they weren't going to like each other. Though, Simone never meant to create imaginary friends. He found the idea redundant.

Simone was in kindergarten when it had happened;

"Guys, it's my turn to ride the swings!" Simone whined, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"No!" The 2 blonde twin boys, said in unison, swinging as they said so. The boys were the same age as Simone, but they were taller than him.

"You guys!" Simone groaned. "If you don't get off, I'm telling," he threatened.

"Oh, you hear that, Eli?" The other mocked to his brother.

"I sure do, Sam," Eli grinned, standing on his swing seat.

"He's gonna tell, he's gonna tell," Sam repeated, snickering. "What do we do?"

"Nothing, Sam. Nothing," Eli answered. Both twins looked down at Simone and laughed. Simone could feel his blood boiling hot, fists clenching, teeth gritting and grinding.

"Push him, kid," he hears a voice say and Simone obeys. Shoving the one standing Eli off.

"Ah!" Is all Eli is able to utter out before his head collided with the sand pavement. If listening closely, something is heard to have cracked. Blood streamed out from his head, Eli doesn't move or say a thing, unconscious, unmoving and limp.