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Third

Everybody always called Tyler crazy. He was that kid that never talked to anybody, just staring at people that passed by him.

He loved watching people, learning about them.

There was something Tyler really wanted to do.

He wanted to kill.

He didn't know why, he just wanted to do it. He already knew a lot about humans. They seemed easy to kill.

But he decided against killing anyone he has no feelings for. He'd kill only somebody who he loves. It would be a way of him telling the person 'I love you'.

Tyler stole his mother's kitchen knives every Sunday while she was in church. He stopped going to church because he got pointed at for acting weird. His mother wanted only the best for him so she'd leave him home, alone, locked.

She didn't notice the knives missing. She only used a three knives so she didn't even really care about the others. The others were only here because they were wedding gifts.

Tyler is sick. People call him crazy and weird, but he's actually sick.

When he was five, his father was driving him to kindergarten. They got into a car crash. His father didn't make it, but Tyler's brain was terribly damaged. He even found it hard to talk at all.

His mother wanted to help him in any way she can, but that was hardly possible because they were very poor. She just tried making her boy happy.

He is seventeen now.

He sat in the park, his usual spot. It was a bench in a dark corner of the park. The bench was rotten and filled with grass. But he found it comfortable. It was great for looking at people, because he could clearly see every single person that was in the park.

Tyler was thankful for these times when he was allowed out of his mother's and his apartment. The apartment was in a building near the park, so Tyler's mother could see him from her window at any time.

Tyler had a crush for a few weeks now. There was a blue-haired boy, who jogged in the park every single day. Even when it was raining and Tyler was alone and wet in the park.

It was only a crush, Tyler knew. It wasn't something to kill for. But Tyler really wanted to meet this pretty boy.

Tyler looked down at his large watch on his left wrist, tapping it unnecessarily and seeing it was time to go home. He stood up, playing with the wristband of his watch. His mother gave him this watch. It's a pretty watch. Tyler likes this watch.

He walked, shoulders pushed forward unintentionally. He blinked tightly every time while he walked. He found it harder to blink while walking for some reason. His blinks were normal only while sitting down or lying.

Well, normal wasn't the right word. He rarely blinked while sitting or lying. He feared the darkness his eyelids brought. But only while sitting or lying.

Suddenly, Tyler's eyes popped widely open. The blue-haired boy was jogging his way. Well, if he doesn't move, the blue-haired boy will jog right into him.

"Whoa!" the blue-haired boy stopped suddenly, grabbing Tyler's upper arms not to fall. He didn't see Tyler standing there; he was occupied by the pretty nature.

"You okay?" the blue-haired boy laughed a little. He had such a pretty laugh. And a pretty voice. And pretty eyes. And pretty lips. And he was pretty.

Tyler blinked tightly two times, nodding.

The blue-haired boy's lips curled into a smile and he jogged past Tyler. Tyler turned to watch him run until he ran out of his circle of sight.

Tyler was now in love.

He went home.

...

Night fell over the city.

Tyler found the key to the apartment door in his mother's high heel; the green one. He took a few of his sharpest knives and went into the park.

He'd watch from his window every single night. Every single night, the blue-haired boy would take a walk in the park. Except when it was raining. Tyler would just watch the rain then. The rain was never boring.

Tyler walked between the trees. It was very dark in the part of the park which had trees in it, because there were zero lights here. Tyler liked the dark when it was sunny at the same time. He liked shade. But he despised darkness of the night. It terrifies him.

But love made him brave right now.

He saw the blue-haired boy approaching him. He flipped the knife he held in his hand, getting ready to attack. Hopefully, the blue-haired boy will like him too.

When they were really close, the blue-haired boy noticed Tyler and smiled at him "Oh, hi! I'm Josh, remember me?"

Tyler said nothing, smiling too.

"What are you doing here?" Josh questioned, eyebrows furrowing only slightly "Don't you think it's a little late? You should go home"

You see, Josh knew who Tyler was. Everybody knew who Tyler was. And Josh wanted to be Tyler's fren. Because Tyler truly needed somebody.

Tyler only blinked four times tightly, before spreading his arms out quickly and rounding them around Josh's neck.

He held Josh down, putting a knife to his throat.

Josh was struggling to get himself free, but Tyler was much stronger than he expected him to be. He decided to hit Tyler with his elbow, straight to the stomach. Tyler coughed in pain and started to cry. Josh was panicking; he took out his little pistol his Dad gave him, pointed it at Tyler and-

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM

Tyler's lifeless body lied on the ground.

Josh covered his mouth at the sight of what he had done. He ran away, crying.