My Best Friend's a Serial Killer

Another encounter

'Damn. We need a bit of light in here..' I thought as I looked around in my quarters. It's dark - clearly - and it was hard to see, but I could see nonetheless. I put a coat on along with a top hat, both of those I stole, and started to head out. The temperature is freezing me, the hot water from a bath earlier does not help, rather it just makes sure I stay alive for longer. Anyways, back to my objective.

I search high and low - not really - for basically any edible food I could find, such as bread, meat, rats I don't care, I just want to eat.

There, I see a bakery. It has earned a name for itself, the little shop possesses products of remarkable quality. Not to mention the drinks they serve, those are good too. Oddly enough, the place was never robbed. Normally, all shops, stores, or at least anything that includes trading, gets robbed.

People were whispering for God knows why. All I heard were "Deaths" "Killer" and a lot of stuff I barely care about.

I enter the little shop, and a lady, standing at five feet tall with short, dark hair wearing a normal suit with an apron on top, and a little hat on her head, approached me. "Hello!" She said with a fair amount of enthusiasm. "Welcome to my bakery! Anything you'd like?" She tilts her head at me with a normal smile on her face. We share a good, long stare as I only get to make out "A loaf of bread should do.."

She nods and runs off, probably to make the bread. I see someone I'm far too familiar with.

"Cayden!" I called out, his head turning towards me as the womanly man smiles a warm smile, along with a wave. I sit next to him, the two of us sharing stories as if we've been friends for a while.. He doesn't know, does he..? The fact that I left him to die? The fact that I left without a word..? He doesn't give a damn, his smile, warm as always - the same smile he gives everyone.

"So.." I start, receiving a small 'Hm?' from the boy. "I'm.. Sorry... For leaving you on those sacks.." The words were hard to make, but he simply wave it off with a frown on his face

"Don't remind me of that. I'd rather it a distant memory than to remember this one 'man' leave me behind." He states coldly, the warm smile gone, his usually happy attitude looking like that of someone whose lost a good deal. It's like he's a completely different person.

"Why are you here..? Besides food, no one ever comes her for food anymore" He says, yes no one comes her for food anymore, mainly because it's on one of the more dangerous streets.

"In complete honesty, I have no idea." I state, earning a face palm from him and an annoyed sigh "Still an idiot, (Y/n), still an idiot" He mumbles, he is a different person.

"And you're here too, because..?" He stares at me for a good minute, then sighs again, but more frustrated than annoyed

"I'm hunting someone" He states boldly, taking a sip from his drink. "Someone's been running around killing people for what seems to be no reason at all, and this needs to stop. I lost someone, again, but by the hands of this "mystery" man" He stares blankly at me, since he basically knows I'm dumbfounded.

"How are you gonna kill him?" I ask and- "I'll fight him, that's how"

"Wait, what?" I ask without getting cut off this time, as he sighs yet again. "Where's your bread..?" He asks me, I forgot about the bread "It should've been here minutes ago.." He, again, stares blankly, as his eyes widen with him rushing to where the lady went to bake. I, of course, ran after him to make sure he's okay.

We arrive at the scene, to see the same lady from before with a knife in her chest, and the same man from the other day holding up her corpse.

"What a shame. She's a fine one, she's nice as well" His voice sounds rough, him swaying her dead body from side to side in a slow, threatening manner

"You! You killed someone I hold dear, time for you to pay your debt!" Cayden yells, which makes the man turn around and look at him, then at me "Oh, it's you.. Who's your girlfriend..?" He asks as he pulls his knife out of the lady's chest and walks closer, Cayden becoming obviously infuriated.

"I remember you, you were the one who ran away from me. I'll make sure you can't run this time." He says then Cayden lunges at him, swinging a rather large knife. The man simply dodges this as he glares him down, looking at me and putting his hands to his sides "Your girlfriend's got a temper! How do you even deal with her?" Cayden swings once more, only for the man to grab his wrist, twist it then slam him onto a table, the table breaking easily. "Don't mess with someone stronger than you, d–" He gets cut off by me, who so willingly threw a knife at his shoulder. But the blade didn't hit him, and he turns to me.

"You really want to do this?" He asks as I put my hands up, ready to fight. He rolls his eyes and walks to me, which I try to punch, only for him to hit me with a solid punch faster than I could even throw one

He grabs me by the neck, lifts me up and slams me back down on the floor, laying in pain, flat on my back.

The man turns around and walks slowly. "I'd kill the two of you right now, but I'm not in the mood, I'd rather have two opponents next time." He walks to the door and latches onto a loose brick, pulling himself up and to the roof with great speed.

I lay there, he hurt me more than it looks, as my vision starts to narrow. The last thing I saw were figures - possibly a group of people - approaching me.

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