The Case of the Poker Face

Chapter 1

(If you just came for Pewdiecryand no proper story line leading up to it, go to chapter 7, when posted. That'swhere they meet anyway. You will be confused though. ALSO anotherthing is this will get descriptive and goryish, so don't read ifyou don't like it.)

Ryan's Point OfView.

"Riiiiiing. Riiiing." I slammed my hand over thebutton, turning the alarm off. I ran a hand through my brown locks.My bangs fell over my icy blue eyes. I sat up, twisting my back,cracking bones. My back ached for an unknown reason. Standing up, Ilooked around my room. I glanced at the time before groaning. "It'sfive am." I walked over to my kitchen. I popped toast into thetoaster, putting the coffee machine on. Quickly, I took a mug and aplate out, grabbing my knife and the butter. The toast popped up,landing on the plate before I buttered it. Munching on the toast, Ipoured myself a cup of coffee out. My cat meowed up to me, as Ipoured her a bowl of cat biscuits. She gleefully meowed, munching onher food. I scratched behind her ears, smiling. I took a sip of mycoffee, wandering to my bedroom. I sighed, lying on my bed andturning the Television on. Looking at the image in front of me, Ialmost threw up. There are reasons I don't look on thenews....

Felix's Point Of View

I groaned as I recalledwhat happened yesterday. A call came through from one of the officerswe sent out. He was shouting, saying they were going to die. He wasblurting out how he looked. Brown, short hair, male, red eyes. Hewore a poker face mask, but the mask was cracked in half. After hesaid that, a scream came through the line, before an unrecognisablevoice was picked up on the call. The man was laughing, before pickingup the phone. I remember what he said perfectly. "You will neverfind me, as you won't be alive to do so." I repeated out into theair. A report also came in this morning. The five officers werefound. The five officers we sent were slaughtered. They were allfound with a poke face mask over their faces. My sectary, Marzia,called about someone coming in. The time was eleven am; I wonderedwho would come to the building. A young looking man, with bright blueeyes walked in. His brown bangs fell in front of his eyes slightly,not blocking his view. He also looked very pale. "Um... I'm herefor a meeting." He spoke out. He looked younger than eighteen."Name and Age?" I asked him. "Um. Just call me Mcv, and I'mtwenty six." He replied. Wow, he was twenty six, yet looked like hewas sixteen. "Any ID?" I questioned him. He pulled a wallet outof his pocket, holding out an Identity. I narrowed my eyes slightly."Well, ID is correct. Mr Mcv." I told him, still suspicious. "Ineed to see Mr Kjellberg. Do you know where he is?" He asked me."It's me. I'm Felix Kjellberg."

???'s Point OfView

Perfect. I know who I need to target soon. When he getson track of me, I will be ready to target him. It would be perfect. Ihad blue contacts on to hide my red eyes. "Oh? I didn't realize.I was here to say about how I was on a website and the newspaperarticle to what has happened to five officers." I spoke out. Myvoice was a bit deeper, a bit darker than Ryan's voice. I managedto get my voice like Ryan's voice though. Felix's eyes widened."What website?" He snapped. I gave him a piece of paper to go tothat site. He snatched the paper out of my hands before typing. Heswore loudly in Swedish, hitting his hands on the desk. It'ssurprising that it didn't break. "You can now leave." Hegritted out. I walked out, catching the bus outside. I was on analmost empty bus. I plugged my headphones in, listening to music.Soon, two men walked onto the bus. One had lime green hair, lay onhis head. The other had puffed up red hair. They chatted loudlybefore sitting in front of me. Yes, they had anywhere else tosit, and sat right in front of me. In front of me. Isighed in annoyance, before my phone died in my pocket. Because ofthat, my music stopped. I sighed more, looking out the window. Butthe guys in front of me kept chatting loudly. "I can' wait to see'im ya know Merk?" (I'm writing like how Jack speaks). "Iknow that Jack, it's been a while." So green haired one is Jack,and the red haired one is Mark. Jack sounded Irish, probably was.Mark sounded like anyone you'll find around here. Theirconversation was boring, so I just tuned it out, looking outside thewindow. But I couldn't tune them out. They were too loud. Theycould be targets. Before I know it, I was off the bus, starting towalk....