For The Love Of Insanity

Partners of Crime

"Now, what do we have so far."
You tap a pencil on your chin, raising a brow as you observe the bulletin board in front of you. Pictures of victims and their dead bodies fill up your view as red string scatters from one photo to the next. Did any of this even make sense? Good thing your best friend, Evan Fong, knows what's up. He's not only your childhood buddy, but also got to be your secondhand man for this job.

"Well," he started, pointing up at the first few photos. "The victims seem to have a relatable pattern, oddly enough. In a relationship with a strong male, troubles at home, seniors in high school or freshman of college, and prone for crime. It's a very strange chain of events." He moved his finger down to a single photo of a girl. Her hair was dyed purple and she was smiling while holding up a peace sign. "The latest victim is a girl by the name of Ana Carrismo. She was found face down in the Gatlin River, with a smile carved into her left shoulder. It seems all these victims have a carving of a smile."

He pulled down one of the photos, your pencil now tapping on the table. This was almost too much. What if the next victim was Evan, or you?

"I'm exhausted (y/n)." Evan keeps his eyes on the photo, flipping it over and writing some nonsense on the back. You sighed, standing on your feet and grabbing your bag. "Calling it a night?" Evan said as he placed the photo back on the wall.

"Yeah..." you sounded completely drained, and Evan could see that. He just responded with a nod and turned back to the wall. You push the door open, letting the chill night air fill your lungs. It was nice to get out of that stuffy room.

Your feet shuffle some leaves out of your path as you keep your eyes on the bright moon. It was nice, and it made you smile. Unfortunately, your thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound. It was coming from the east side of you, and you walked in said direction. Pulling out your flashlight, you shine it towards the sound. You realized the sound was a laugh. A crazed laugh.

"HaahahaahaAAHAHAAHAA!"

It was chilling to listen to, and it only got louder as you got closer. Your flashlight finally reached the outline of a person. The figure turned around, lifting up a bloody knife in the process. He wore a hockey mask, his eyes the brightest blue you've ever seen. It was filled with a lust for murder, and that's when you noticed the dead body at his knees.

You couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you couldn't do anything as this person started to stand up. Before you knew it he was on you, knife to your throat. Your eyes closed tightly, and it seemed like forever. 'Just get it over with.' You pleaded in your head. But nothing happened. This caused your eyes to open, and sure enough the killer was still on you. But he only stared.

"Teddy bear.." he said softly, lowering the knife. Shaking his head, he stood back up and backed away from you. Sitting up on your palms, you watch as he drops the knife and looks at his hands. He was shaking, and he took off before you could say anything.

Delirious POV:
I don't understand. I should've killed her! But she was just...in my eyes, she looked like a cuddly teddy bear. I couldn't..
Fuck.

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