| Killer |

Chapter 3

He sharpened his knife as he waited for his victim to wake up. He heard shuffling a few paces to the right of him. He looked over and smiled as he saw the man waking up.

"Oh goody you're awake." The boy said walking closer to the man who was chained down a few feet from him.

"Why are you doing this?" The man whimpered.

"It's simple really. Why does a smoker have a hard time quitting smoking? Why do people want to have sex? There's a simple answer really." The boy was now straddling the crying man. He placed the tip of the blade on the man's cheek slowly moving it down careful not to actually cut the man. Not yet anyways.

"Addiction, need, craving." The boy whispered in the man's ear. His victim looked like he was maybe 20-22.

"Then again why does anyone do anything anymore? Usually it's just for the hell of it. But I actually get something from this... entertainment and satisfaction. You know what the best part is? No one knows it's me..." He said getting quieter with each word. He pushed the blade against the man's arm sliding it down making a huge gash down the man's arms.

"What's your name?" asked the man who was chained.

"I'll give you a hint... Mischief." The boy whispered the last word in the man's ear. Suddenly there were 2 pairs of footsteps outside the door.

"Shh..." the boy said standing up and placing a hand over the man's mouth to keep him from screaming for help.

The footsteps grew closer and closer. Suddenly the door swung open and a young boy and an older man were revealed. Stiles put his hoodie up and ran into the shadows before he could be seen.

"Oh my god!" The younger boy screamed running towards the man who was chained down. He broke the chains off of the man who instantly stood up and hugged the boy.

"Derek? Are you okay?" The younger boy called to the older man who he had come in with.

"Yeah I just... his scent it's really strong in here you don't think..." the man said looking over to the young boy.

"No don't think like that I'm sure he's fine." The boy said helping the man who, was recently chained down, to the door.

"Scott... we haven't seen him for 4 days." Scott sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you remember about the killer?" Scott asked the victim.

"He was young, maybe in his late teens. I want to say he was... 18 years old. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He said something to me... before you got here..."

"What did he say?"

"I asked him his name... he said he'd give me a hint..."

"What was the hint?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mischief."

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It's short I know... I'm sorry about that. I hope you like this chapter I know it's pretty bad but oh well... let me know what you think of this story so far in the comments please! :)