Look At You, With Your Blood Stained Clothes (Wash Them) **OLD**

Caught Red Handed- Literally! (Yandere Keith Strikes Again-Rewritten)

I absolutely cannot wait to publish this first part, so here ya go! I worked hard uwu

-Author

Lance had never given much thought to life. He had never considered the fact he could've been killed, or that he could've fallen down the stairs or something and snapped his neck. He took his life for granted.

That is, until, students at his school started vanishing.

He was wandering around the school halls, not exactly giving much thought to where he was headed. Lance didn't notice how far he had wandered until all the regular school sounds he had been hearing were gone. It was deadly silent, his footsteps echoing eerily as he walked on.

Suddenly, he stopped, hearing something. It sounded as if somebody was crying and begging for mercy, but that was ridiculous, right? This was a school. Who'd be begging for mercy? Oh god, was somebody getting raped?!

Lance dragged himself onward, determined to figure out what was happening. This was a decision he would come to regret in the near future.

As he drew closer to the pleas and strange noises, he could begin to clearly pick out words and sounds. There were disgusting sloshing sounds, as well as small grunts and sighs. Oh god, oh god, somebody probably was getting raped.

Lance thought he had heard enough until shrieks of pure terror cut through the air.

"No, no! Please! Let me go, let me go! Stop! STOP!"

Lance started to feel sick, and he held his stomach. Somebody needed to know about this, somebody needed to!-

Lance blinked, eyes wide in fear. His legs started to feel wobbly. The sounds were loud and clear. Right behind the corner, actually.

Suddenly, the screams cut off with a sharp cry of pain. Lance's mind raced, utterly confused and terrified. Something happened. Something extremely bad had happened. The voice of the person, a girl, sounded so damn familiar...

Driven by nothing but terror and fear for that poor girl, Lance peeked around the corner, and sucked in a sharp breath of horror.

Her body was mangled and broken, twisted in ways human bodies should not be twisted. Her light blonde hair was tangled and knotted, blood sticking to different parts of it where there were- oh god, oh god, cuts?!

His eyes traveling lower, Lance realized there was a large, deep gash across her neck. Scarlet red was dripping down and pooling underneath her. His stomach dropped and he felt like he was falling, falling, falling, crashing onto the ground and meeting his death.

Something clattered to the ground and Lance's eyes shot up to the person standing over her. They had dropped a small metal knife, and they were breathing so raggedly, blood splattered across their already red jacket. (Probably worn to hide the stains)

Lance caught a flash of black as he looked higher to the person's face, and that was it. He was outta there, didn't look back, didn't stop running.

He was quiet the rest of the day.

What do you guys think? I think it turned out pretty good! Kinda struggling on what should happen next, though. I want this story to be full of action and plot! And no. I do not have an upload schedule. Might eventually have one, but I hate waiting to publish as much as you hate waiting to read the next part.

One question, however.

Should Lance eventually be kidnapped?

It'd be great to hear your responses to the idea of that, and if you didn't like it, I can change everything up!

Thanks for reading the beginning of the end.

-Author