I'll take a Stab at it

Chapter 2: Identity

I strolled about the my lovely little city on my way to school, I've gotta say there is nothing like a good walk after a fresh morning filled with blood and screams. Perhaps I should explain how this started, my nightly routine of murder that can last well into the morning, well the truth is I don't have a good reason for it. I suppose I could blame it on killing someone in self defense a few years back and suddenly developing a craving to do it again, but truth be told I had always been curious about killing even before the incident. I guess that makes me a psychopath and I wouldn't blame you for calling me one but on the bright side I only kill criminals so at least I'm not breaking into houses and killing innocent people. I suppose this isn't the best thing to do with my time but I don't really have any other ideas of what else I can do instead. I mean I honestly do it just because I have too much time on my hands, or maybe I want to see if I can become like the people I kill. Regardless I just do it and there's no changing what I've already done.

"Hey Haze! Wait up!" wow he caught up with me faster than usual, normally I'm at school before he's on my tail. Everyone behold my adorable little, not really little he's stands at a proud 5'11" while i'm at 5'7", nerdy friend, Jax.

"What's got you up so early, or have I just gotten slower because I'm usually at school by the time you catch up to me." I give a playful chuckle.

"A mix of both, I wanted to show you something that came out this morning." He reached into his bag and pulled out a newspaper, with the top article reading "Infamous mugger struck down by mother nature."

"Wow, you still read the paper? Get with the times dude, everything's online now." I threw the paper over my shoulder and he stumbled to grab it before it could unfurl.

"Well excuse me, I just so happen to prefer printed text then digital. But that's not the point, police speculate that while it looks like just a random icicle fall it might be the work of that creepy killer that popped up a few months ago." He was starting to go into fanboy mode with how excited he was getting towards this.

"Tone down the energy or people are gonna start thinking that it was you, though that would make sense with how obsessed you are with this guy." I love poking fun at him when it comes to this, he just makes it to easy to mess with him.

"H-hey you know I could never do something like that, and I'm not obsessed it's just, isn't it weird that we only have a few thugs and punks running around the neighborhoods and then this guy pops up out of nowhere? Why our boring little city? And why only criminals? It's just really interesting isn't it?" and there it is, ladies and gentlemen he has hit full fanboy mode.

"Whatever you say Mr. "I'm not obsessed." but while you're asking questions don't forget to ask, what if he's someone we know?" I left him there to shiver at the thought, and walked into the campus of my lovely school, it's a pretty okay place with plenty of subjects to choose from in case you have a lot of interests, and the people are pretty tame, the only problem is we have a uniform which kind of sucks because of how boring it is, a plain white button up dress shirt, a black tie, and black dress up pants, doesn't it just scream out fun loving individual.

"Hey stop leaving me behind! If I didn't know any better I would say you were trying to ditch me."

"Uh oh looks like he's learning. If you don't want to get left behind then pick up the pace or we're gonna be late." and with that we were off to our home room.

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Ugh that was the most tiring day of my life, who in the heck thinks it's a good idea to have the tests back to back. At least now I get to go home and get some rest.