The rainy day killer

Chapter one

Imagine: You’re walking home from school alone, the distance from house to the school is like a mile or two away. There’s a story going around of a masked killer who only kills people in the rain. The police have no leads on this person, because once the murderer is finished the rain stops and the blood is gone. As you are walking home you hear footsteps behind you, at first you brush it off until you remember, it’s raining.

“Honey you need to wake up” my mom says as I wake up to hear the rain pounding down on the roof. I sigh and remove the blanket from my body and sit up, I shiver. I get up to go to the bathroom and look at the rain
stained window. The pictures of those poor victims flood my mind. The girl with her throat ripped out, the boy with his eyes missing, and the two little
kids who had no arms or legs, just a body and a head. All took place within a span of a week, and all because of the rain. In my town rain comes very often so the killer is always coming back, always has a new victim to take. I
knew the girl her name was Sara and she went to my school, she was sort of pleasant but did not treat her little sister right. She would beat her and starve her and then make up a lie when her father came home. But her
father did not care since he was always getting drunk and he did not care since the mother was dead and not in the picture anymore. The boy’s name was James and according to people at school he bullied a lot of
people in town. The little kids were 10 and 11, their names were Agatha and Norman and they were brother and sister who did things that two little kids should not be doing, let along with your siblings. The only thing the police know is that this killer goes after people who have sinned or have done something wrong. Some insanely religious kid in my class said that it
was God killing these bad people. No one agreed with him though.
“Eliza it’s time to go, remember there’s no buses today” my mom said, for some reason every time it rained there was no buses. I was ready it always took me an hour to get ready. Today and most days I put together an all
black outfit. A long black sleeve, lacey skirt, black knee high socks, all black vans, a black choker with a black heart hanging from it, a black rose hair crown, and a black cross necklace. Yeah a lot of black, I guess you can say I am like an emo lord or something. As for makeup well I always
wear some black eyeliner, mascara, black lipstick and I make sure to make my skin even paler than it already is, because for some reason my skin is
really pale. Like some people need a shit ton of makeup to turn their face white, but for me I just need one little pinch and that's it. I walked down the stairs and looked at my mom, she sighed. She always tried to stop me from
being emo but it would never work, my dad was the only person in my life who understood me. But he was in a car accident on my 13th birthday.
That was when I was two years into the whole emo thing.
“Oh Eliza I wish you could dress like a normal 17 year old, like go try out for cheerleading, or something girly like that, you’ll never get a boy looking
like that,” she said
“Mom, you never approved of my look, I do not care about getting a boyfriend, and I told you I hate cheerleading, that is why I joined band so I could become a singer and make my own metal band” I said doing the
whole metal hand thing you know where you let your pinky and pointer finger stay out and you basically stick your tongue out. It’s like devil horns but for metal people.
“I guess I can't do anything about it now, your birthday is in 6 months anyway, once you’re 18 you can live your life” she said opening the door for
me, I swung my backpack on my shoulder, my black backpack, with metal band pins and stickers all over it.
“Good bye honey have a nice day” my mom said, I left my house at 6:50 because school started at 7:25 and I had like a ten minute walk.

Once I got to school, it was 6:55 I think I like speed walked because I never got to school that fast. I brushed it off and walked down the stairs, when I got closer to my homeroom I saw a huge group of people surrounding the
entrance to the gym.
“Hey Alice what’s going on?” I asked my best friend
“Eliza, didn’t you watch the news last night?” she asked
“No, why?” I asked
“There’s been another murder” she said, when she said that my eyesight went blurry and I felt dizzy
“Who was it?” I asked
“No idea, they did not show a picture yet, I think they are going to, that’s why all the kids are here and not in homeroom” she said
We finally made it into the gym and boy was it crowded.
“Attention, guys listen up,” said a police officer, everyone grew silent. He pulled up a screen and projected an image onto it. This person I knew, I knew this person all too well, like in a personal family sort of way. I almost threw up it was my Aunt...