The Nightstalkers

Chapter 1

     School had just ended. The sun was up and I was walking home. The time is 3:45 pm. The wind blows causing a slight breeze for me as I walk back home. I sigh as my thoughts pass through my head. I hate everyone in my school. It's full of people who think that they're what runs the school. Sometimes I wish someone would take them off their pedestal. However, that's the way I have to live in school because of something known as social hierarchy. I sigh again at my thoughts. I adjust the scarf I'm wearing and scratch my black hair a bit. I look around me to see the cars passing by and people passing by me. Then I see something that catches my eye. Three guys who go to my high school picking on a smaller kid across the street. It made me sick inside to see that they think they could do whatever they wanted. I came close to being right across from them so I had a decision to  make, should I play hero or should I just keep walking?

     I grit my teeth as the wannabe hero inside me takes hold of my instincts and makes me run across the street and punch one of the high schoolers knocking him down. Everyone was caught off guard, even the kid they were beating up. 

     "You guys make me sick beating on someone smaller than you, as the saying always goes, pick on someone your own size!", I say out loud. The high school boys smile and the one I punch got up and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

      "You little ass. You've got a lot of nerve suddenly deciding to play pretend. What was your plan? To run over and take us all down while the kid escapes? haha, nice try runt.", The guy says as he grabs me by my collar and punches me in the cheek and throws me into the alleyway next to us while the other two hold the kid they were originally beating up. The kid had white hair with black on one side and wore a yellowish scarf similar to mine and he wore black. I couldn't see if it was a boy or girl. I got up and I rubbed my cheek as I put up my fists to defend myself. It wasn't a good plan because the punk I was going to fight kicked me in gut and knocked me to the side making me sit against the alleyway wall. Sunlight barely made it into the alleyway touching my hand as I used the other to hold myself. At the time, it came to me. What was my plan?  Run over and knock them all down with my fighting skills and be known as someone's hero? I've never even been in a fight, this was my first. I look up at the punk high schooler who walks over to me but then looks down to his feet and he smiles and picks up this dirty ragged doll with a bandage wrapped around its head. 

     "This was the thing that little kid over there was holding, hahaha. Time to grow up kiddo, no time to play with dolls anymore or else this will happen again. It looks so stupid and it reeks. What? Did you find it in the trash where it belongs?", he said laughing to himself while the other two laugh with him. I look over to the kid who has his head down. Was he crying? The thought made me angry, so I looked back up to the high schooler but all of a sudden, in the corner of my eye, I see the kid smirk evilly. 

     My eyes widened as the high schoolers expression changed from ecstatic laughter to true horror. With one slow motion, the high schoolers head fell off of his body. The face still in horror and his body fell to the ground dropping the doll. The two high schoolers holding the kid let go a bit and stared with fear in their eyes.

      "W-what was that?! What did you do to him!", one yelled out to me, but I was just as confused as they were. I looked down to the headless body to see blood spilling out leading out of the alley. Suddenly the kid grabbed the arms of the two guys holding him and threw him into the alley with me and giggled slightly. "No, it wasn't him, it was you! what did you do to our friend!", the other high schooler said. I looked at the kid afraid but my fear wasn't affecting me as bad as I thought it would be. One of the high schoolers looked down to his feet and saw the doll holding his leg. He held his breath as the kid moved the fingers of his left hand in a strange way and in a split second, that high schoolers leg was ripped from his body. Having only his right leg, he fell to the ground and screamed in pain. The kid moved his fingers again and the doll ripped off the arm of the still standing high schooler, causing him to fall back and lean against the alleyway wall making him scream as well. The kid's small giggle turned into loud laughter. He made the doll slice and rip pieces off the two high schoolers, his laughter getting louder as he did. When the doll stopped its onslaught, only one of the high schoolers was alive but he didn't have either of his legs or his fingers. The kid walked over to him slowly, his laughter turned back to giggling while he smirked. "Please...Don't...", the dead man begged. It was useless. The kid stomped on his head hard many times with everything he had. 

     When it was over he stood there for a minute silent and no longer smiling. The pain from being kicked in my stomach went away. I couldn't even breathe or I didn't have time to because of everything I witnessed. When I finally remembered to, The kid slowly turned to me and started smiling again. He picked up his doll that was now bleeding from its eyes and walked over to me and stood in front of me.

     "I would thank you for saving me...but you didn't...I saved myself...you didn't even do a thing, if anything you got in the way...I had this all planned from the start...you see guys like them always see me as an easy target for bullying..always have...SO I TREATED THEM 10 TIMES WORSE THAN THEY TREATED ME, HAHAHAHA....", his laughter echoed in my ears, "SO....instead...I thank you for trying...and to show my appreciation...I'll let you live...a fair enough trade...unless you want to meet my doll...". He smirked as he said that and I held my breath as I shook my head no. "That's too bad...oh well...bye bye big brother...", he said as he turned to the darkness of the alleyway and started walking away. I was stunned, he was truly terrifying. It scared me more as he stopped and looked back at me. "Oh yeah, big brother?....don't tell anyone what you saw...", and with that he glared with me with his sharp black eyes, and kept walking. 

     I knew who was the second he left. Anyone that has ever heard of them knew. He was  a member of The NightStalkers...