Strade was calmly burying a body he had just destroyed both mentally and physically. His hair a pale brown as his skip was a soft shade of peach and brown. He had originally come to this town to begin his reign of terror only to find out it was rather peaceful without Samuel. Strade wiped the sweat off the side of his forehead and face as he huffed slamming the shovel into the ground. " I begin to wonder what else this town has for me" he spoke, his voice was a soft and dreamy type of 60's British telemarketer like voice. He began to take his steps away from the body as he sighed putting his hands into his pockets of his pants. The one remarkable thing about strade was that he had bright yellow eyes somewhat resemblance of a cat and tiger. This man was nor beast or human, he was a saber. His foot steps were uneasy as he continued to walk through the miles of darkness of the forest. He had finally walked out of the forest after miles upon walking as he was now near a parking lot. The parking lot were filled with 3 slightly tall teenagers. Strade was only 5'6 while the other teens seemed to be close to 5'9 or 6'0. He calmly sighed as he tried to open the car door of his 1960 Honda car. One of the teenagers voiced their opinions " yo shortie! We don't allow shorties in Morgan town!" The teenager had red curly hair, a birthmark across their left side of their face as well as beautiful blue and light blue eyes. Strade sighed loudly slamming his car door shut as he turned to the teen. "WHAT!?" Strade had finally had it with small children thinking they could express their feelings to him in a always negative manner. The teen seemed shocked from the tone of voice as he slightly flinched " damn old man, you gonna yell at us to get off your lawn too?" This time who voiced was a small seemingly 17 or 16 year old girl, she had bright blue neon hair as well as contacts that made her look like she had demon eyes, she wore a black spikey choker, black boots, black leather jacket and ripped up jeans. " FUCK YOU!" Strade yelled angrily. He began to walk towards the teen girl as he suddenly ripped his jaw open widely. Blood dripping to the ground as large black tendrils began to swiftly curl around the teen and tear her to shreds. His tendrils had a cat tongue like texture with slimy saliva dripping off of the tendrils. The teenage boy in shock hid behind a car as he watched his friends be murdered in the worst possible way. Strade recoiled his tendrils as he cracked his neck, stretching slightly as he noticed the third presence behind the car. He began to walk towards the car speaking seriously " dipshit if you wanna live I would tell anybody about this." He suddenly grabbed the boy by the side of the hair, the boy immediately screaming for help and mercy. " SHUT UP!" Strade voiced loudly his opinion. The boy sobbed quietly trying to quiet down as he stared up at strade and his yellow bright eyes. " please.....spare me....PLEASE I BEG OF YOU! " Strade cut off the boy in his words as he grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him close to his face. " you know my secret." Strade spoke as he grabbed the boy by the neck beginning to tighten his grip on his neck with two hands as the boy squirmed in pain, gagging in pain. After a gruesome few moments, the boy was limp. Strade didn't care much for the other bodies as he shuffled the boys body into the back of his car trunk. He left the bodies there knowing the police would have no lead on finding the killer. Strades eyes glowed one the darkness of the night while driving on the highway. He had his knees on the car steering wheel as he quickly lit a cigarette. He huffed the cigarette quickly as he went back to driving normally. He began to fidget his fingers on the car steering wheel as he sighed. " god damn it I'm probably gonna have another idiot under my roof huh. " he spoke to himself as he began to fidget with the radio in the car. " good morning Morgan town here I am bradd setrick here to report to you some Morgan town news!" The radio spoke as it began to speak about the daily news and the reports of missing people. As usual the reporter speaking about the reward for finding the saber tooth killer. Strade has a few nicknames and the saber tooth killer was one of them. It was catchy so he didn't mind. He continued to drive as he huffed his cigarette a second time. " damn kids these days. Now my cars all dirty with blood. I should probably pick up a dead deer on the way here and blame the blood on that. " Strade sighed as he continued on his journey
