Saving Matthew Patrick

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Chris POV

"NO!" Steph's scream jolted me awake. I feel like someone injected pure cement into my limbs, not to mention my lungs. But I got up anyway. My friend was upset, and I needed to know why.

"Steph? What's wrong?" She was crying, streaks of her makeup running down her face from her tears. She pointed to the video that had a single video open, a still shot of Matt being dragged away by a hooded figure greeted me. "What is this?"

"Press play."

"Hello, Stephanie, Jason, Chris. By now I'm sure you're wondering what just happened to all of you and where your friend is. Matthew is with me, and I'm taking him to a place where you cannot find him. Don't even try finding me; if I catch any of your scentssss...I will kill you, too. Actually, you know what? I changed my mind. DO try to find me. I'd very much like your blood on my hands as well. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'll even give you a head start. You can start with my name. You can call me...Wraith."

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A/N: Short update, but here you have our story's bad guy: Wraith. What do you guys think of him? Besides the fact that he tends to hiss like a sssssssnake when he pronounces his S's? 

Also, I like getting to know my readers a little bit over the course of a story, so answer me this question in the comments section: Do you prefer writing out your stories on a computer, or with pen and paper? I'm a bit of both, to be honest.

Next update in 24-26 hours, and until then, I'll talk to you all in the comments and on Twitter (muddy_orbs). Bye!