|Smile for The Camera|

Chapter 1: Record Me*

'I need to avoid him...'

'I need to... RUN!' It was all a blur to the male as he used his camcorder to navigate through the dark, specifically somewhere in a storage room, since he had nowhere else to go. His heart was racing out of his chest, like an Olympic race that was ruled only by pressure, as he got into a crouch behind a crate, and reached up to bite his necktie to prevent himself from hyperventilating. His breath came out ragged, eyes widened like saucers and the feeling of shear terror wavering over him. He stared into the small side panel of his camera and cautiously moved it around, then froze by stopping every his movement he made when he heard the floorboards creak.

"Camcorder-kun~"

The male had caught himself in such a ruckus, the reason being because of the events that occurred eight hours ago.

"Aoi. Are you positive you'd like to take this case?" A brunette asked, leaning on a metal file case with a contemplative look on his face, while bringing his cup to his lips to drink his coffee. "I'm sure, Mr. White. I'll be alright." The reporter reassured, as he adjusted the pile of papers, and stood. He was Aoi Grey. Your average male, with locks of salt & pepper and bangs of salmon red. He also had eyes of bright and curious salmon.

The busy reporter was now at the café to read a file on his laptop, his curious salmon eyes glimmering with the light from the laptop screen. Displayed was a picture of a stoic male, a sinister smirk plastered on his lips. "Azure Akihito... Super power: Nightmarish Reality..." a lump formed in his throat, a sense of hesitation and horror splashing over him. He did not want to end up in his hands. "Can shift into victim's worst nightmare and use it to manipulate them... " Aoi read, letting a sigh escape his lips as he laid a hand on the top of his screen, lowering it to shut his laptop off and stuff it in his bag. He felt sweat break on his brow but shook his head. 'I won't let it get to me...'

He picked up his camcorder and checked his pockets, seeing three bandages in his left one and batteries in his right. He lifted his watch to check the time, having the text to be displayed in bold, and bright neon green, "8:32 PM." He did one more quick check over on the items he would bring and nodded his head in approval.

He drove his jeep to the abandoned asylum that the villain had made haste in, almost as if it were its home. Unbuckling his seat belt, he stepped outside onto the dusty gravel, as he lifted up his camcorder to graze the lens over the looming shadow of the tall and ominous building. He swallowed nervously, feeling a sense of dread and unease tug at the tiny hairs at the back of his neck. He tried opening the door, to which in his case was not working, as he started rattling it, probably justifying that the door was jammed or locked from the inside.

He huffed, spotting a scaffolding and weighed his options. 'Its now or never...' He thought as he placed his camera in his leather jacket pocket and sprung from the ground, his hands grasping hold of the edge of the wooden board for dear life while grunting, as he hauled himself up. He looked around and repeated the process, jumping up once more and climbing to another level. He spotted a window opening and crept into it, vaulting over it and yet to his dismay, not expecting the fall to be so high, considering his height. "Ack!" He grunted, falling onto chest first and feeling the wind get knocked out of his lungs.

Letting out a quivering sigh, he shakily stood up and raised his camera, his nerves wracking as he saw trails of blood on the velvet carpeted floor. "T- This place scares me... Already inside yet... I feel like I'm being watched already..." He lowered the camera, walking towards the hallway that was barricaded with wood and other furniture, as if...