A Life of Chaotic Dread | Antisepticeye Encounter

Memoirs of A Killer

Your POV

"Say a word, I kill you..."

I swallowed my smart comments and flashy comebacks, this guy was a killer. No, THE killer. The one man who could slaughter four people in less than a week and get away with it.

I could see the corners of his mouth lift into a grin as he pulled away his hand, leaning back in the seat. He was exact. The drawing I had done was perfect, everything was perfectly aligned to where it was on his face. Even the colors were a match.

"Who are you?" I asked, daring his previous statement.

His grin faded, "You work with the police, I know that. So what makes you think I'll take the risk ta tell you my name?" Was that an accent?

Anti POV

She huffed and leaned back, "Touche." she took a drink of her coffee.

We sat there examining each other for a few minutes. I even caught her staring at me. I rose an eyebrow in response to this, making her face turn red.

"Were you jus' staring at me??" I asked, surprised.

"Y-yes. I was. I'm confused on how a scrawny guy like you could've done that." she was hinting at the murders without saying it out loud. Smart girl.

I scoffed, "I have my ways." I smiled, finishing my cup. "But, I have to go now. They're lookin' for me, ya know." I winked at her, getting up, tossing the cup away and strolling out the doors. I could feel her gaze following me. It was an intense, awe-struck gaze. I laughed a bit. This was fun.

Your POV

I stared after him for some time, irritated. He had this air about him that made him so annoying and cocky yet sweet. Wait, why is he sweet?? I shook my head, finished my coffee, and left. This would bug me, and I wasn't about to let him leave my sight.

When I got out of the doors, I glanced around for him. I spotted him going into an alleyway a ways down the street. I started fast-walking. This turned into a jog, which went into a full-on sprint. I grabbed onto the side of the building and spun, turning into the alley. He was standing on the other side, smiling and smoking a cigarette. I growled and ran after him, him calmly turning the corner.

I blasted out of the alley like a shot, turning the way he did. Only, he was no longer there. I ranted to the sky, balling my fists. I turned, a small note on the wall. I snatched it.

"Nice try, Y/n. Maybe next time. ~A"

I huffed, there was no smudges of ink or any trace of evidence. But, I knew the first letter of his name and what his handwriting looked like.

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"This is stupid." my friend, the police chief told me, crossing her arms.

"No! He sat in front of me right after you left. I swear it!"

"And you chased after him, he disappeared, and left a note?"

"Yes. Here, I have it with me." I pulled out the note, having stuck it in a ziplock bag to keep from contaminating it.

She grabbed it, "Okay? So we have his handwriting, but no name?"

"No... he told me that he knew we work together."

She nodded, "He's not stupid, is he?"

"No. He's annoying, too... and I think Irish."

"Irish?"

"Yeah. He was talking to me and he had an accent. It was foreign but understandable. I know it was from either the UK or Ireland."

"Alright. So, your sketch is correct, we have this note, and his ethnicity. We need a name."

"I know... I tried, but he left before I could get it."

She stuffed the note in her pocket, "I'll send this to the lab, but if it comes up with anything, I'll tell you."

I nodded, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." I turned and left, heading toward my apartment.

It was about nine o'clock at night, the street lights having come on. The partial of a sunset cast a dark and orange glow on the city, the buildings towering over everything to block it. I sighed, the guy on my mind. I turned the corner, stopping. He stood at the center of the block, leaning against a building. He hadn't noticed me, and I snuck closer.

My foot slipped on a stone, making a loud scraping noise. He glanced my way, his one eye glowing a bright green. I stood and swallowed hard. I was dead for sure.

He smiled and strode a few steps my way, "What're ya doin' out here, Y/n?" he asked, his voice calm but in a scary way.

I kept my mouth shut. He strode closer. "You shouldn't be here. I'm on a mission."

"Another kill? Haven't you had enough??"

He smiled cruelly, "I'll never have enough bloodshed..."

I squeaked, a scream having been caught in my throat. He drew ever closer until his face was in mine. I swallowed, my body shaking in fear. He was a killer, what was I doing??

He grabbed my collar, "If you ever set foot near me again, Y/n... I'll have no choice but ta kill you. Understood?" he asked, his voice serious.

I nodded, his hand releasing me. He turned his back to me, walking back to the spot he had been standing. As soon as he leaned against it, I felt a crawling feeling up my spine. What was going on? The feeling grew until I swore someone was dragging knives down my skin. I leaned against the building, bearing against the pain. And suddenly, it all stopped. I glanced where the man was standing, but he was gone.

"He's gone for now, girl. Count this as your one free..."

The voice came from everywhere, as if it was in my head. I couldn't think clearly, but I knew that whoever it was made the other man go away. I quickly rose to my feet and continued home, glancing around everywhere to see if I could spot my savior. Before I knew it, I was home and in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

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Anti POV

I growled at him, back in my new hideout. He'd made me miss my chance at another kill.

"Dammit, Anti. Don't you ever learn?? This isn't your territory."

"It's not yours, either, Dark."

He scoffed, "Yet you claim it as your own. You know what he'll do to you if you get caught."

"He can't touch me."

"Oh, I bet he can." he waved around his sword, the blade black with a red dragon etched into the surface. He motioned to his arm with the hilt, "He almost tore me to shreds, Anti. Don't think he can't do the same to you."

I shook my head, my arms crossed, "He can't touch me."

Dark sighed, "Believe what you want. I won't get into this..." he trailed off before coming back, "Who was that girl you were messing with?"

I glared at him, "Why do I need ta relay my victims t'you all of a sudden?"

He smiled, "You have feelings for her, don't you?"

"I do not!" I felt my ears turn red.

"Then what's with the blush, hm? You can't lie to me, Anti. You like her. You know what happens if you find feelings for a human-"

"I KNOW DAMMIT!" I shouted at him, my voice echoing through the empty warehouse. I sighed as it faded into silence.

"You can't keep this up for long, man. I'm just trying to help you. If you fall in love with her, you'll turn human. You know how it works."

I did, and it annoyed me. I never felt love before, and I didn't want to stop my killing spree. I looked toward him, my blade flashing in the low light.

"Could you stay here for a while? 'Ave a drink or two?" I set down the knife and slumped onto a crate.

He didn't answer, but he sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

"The last time I had a drink with you, you tried to slit my throat."

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