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Victim #2: Rylan Webster

Victim #2: Rylan Webster

Opportunity, Washington

Spokane County Midway

June 27, 2013

10:27 PM

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A dyad of postadolescents-one male and one female-stood before me with fingers entwined. The boy did little more than fulfill the conventional role of beau; his commonality I found insipid. Though his build was just short of bulky, he looked as if he could support quite a bit of weight, for the curve of his bicep indicated so. Overall, he seemed simply healthy, which was not what I was looking for.

However, the girl adorning his flank was not of the same mold. She was petite, her crown barely reaching her companion's shoulder blade, and even he was not as tall as I am. Her hair was flaxen, her lips were roseate, and her skin was like porcelain, born of natural beauty yet easily broken.

"Hey Bozo, would you make this beautiful girl a giraffe please?" the bandana clad youth questioned. The girl's mouth opened like an accordion, playing for him an inaudible anthem of gratitude.

I extracted a balloon from the anterior pocket of my vibrant pants and began to manipulate the purple latex, scrutinizing the two as I did so. My long, adept fingers made quick twists and ties until the balloon embodied a giraffe. I then presented the miniature camelopard to the couple, interrupting their absentminded eye-gazing.

"Thanks, mate. How much do I owe you?" the boy inquired, his hand rummaging through his pockets in search of his wallet.

"No charge," I replied, forging a smile. He acknowledged me with a curt nod.

As the satisfied undergrads walked away, the boy inclined his head and said, "Stay around here, will you? I've got to take a quick piss." The girl emitted a faint laugh and bobbed her head.

Upon her escort's departure, the girl's eyes and legs wandered. She soon ambled towards the vacant House of Mirrors. I'd known that it was empty beforehand, being that I remained stationary since the place opened that morning. I had only witnessed four people enter and exit the House. I guess people were not keen on seeing countless duplicates of themselves, even if it was an illusion.

I attempted to suppress my elation when her small hands grazed the door handle. I didn't intend to deny myself this opportunity, so I crept towards the House as soon as the door closed behind her. She made it all too easy for me.

I swiftly turned the door knob and slipped inside, obscured by the tenebrific shadows of the corner. There the girl stood, balloon animal in hand, rotating to view herself in all of the different mirrors.

I stepped into view and inched closer to her. It didn't take more than ten seconds for her to catch a glimpse of my clownlike features. Her eyes filled with utter panic, and the balloon animal lost contact with her skin.

Her frantic breathing could be heard throughout the room, along with the sound of my large, red shoes clacking against the wooden planks.

It was too late for her to escape.

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