"The Angel of Death has struck again, this time killing a man in his mid-thirties wh-" The news was cut short by Mom, who shook her head in exasperation.
"What has this world come to? And to think, this is all happening nearby." I nodded and grabbed my toast, kissing Mom on the cheek before rushing out the door.
"Aw geez... I'm gonna be late." I ran with all my might towards my high school, wondering how many more times I was gonna be late this month.
"Oooh, I know! I'll take this dangerously shady shortcut that dude on the bus told me about!" Backtracking a lil' bit, I rushed across the street and into a long dark alleyway. I probably wouldn't die.
My plan almost worked perfectly, until I ran into a wall. "Jesus Akira, pay more attention to your surroundings!" I berated myself loudly.
Suddenly, the wall reached for me. "What the hell....?" Looking more closely, I realized the wall was in fact a human. A human wearing grey shorts over white leggings, with white boots and a long, loose white jacket. To top that off, the human was wearing a white mask with blood dripping from the eye holes (which were covered with mesh), as if it were painfully crying.
Judging from the short spiky black hair and tall build of the human, it seemed to be a male.
I took a small step back and held out my hand. "Hey stranger. I'm Akira." Mystery Man stood still, and didn't say a word.
I reached forward and took hold of his hand, shaking it gently.
"...." He stayed where he was.
"...." I stayed where I was.
"...."
"...."
".............."
"THIS IS AWKWARD, SO I'M GOING TO PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED." I ran past the man, bumping into him an the way. I made it a few feet before I realized the arm that bumped him was now soaked in blood. A thump echoed through the sketchy alleyway, and I slowly turned around.
Mystery Man had fallen, and his white jacket was now completely red.
~This chapter's song is I Know I'm A Wolf by Young Heretics~
Sorry for the short chapters...
~Nightmare-Sama~
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Kill Me Softly
RomantizmAkira, 19, senior in HS: Your run-of-the-mill peppy teenage girl. Loves her mother. Average popularity. Stunningly beautiful. Bane, 17, suspected serial killer: A boy who's been through too much. Has nothing. Wise beyond his years, but was rendered...