The Clique

The girl starts running as fast as she could as soon as Tyler had started chasing her. She sprinted into an alley and that's when Tyler knew she was fucked. He grinned like he was mad, and he was for the most part, but only at night when his inner demons come out. He turned into the alley that he saw the girl run into. He saw her huddled in the corner, tears running down her cheeks. Tyler took a knife out of his back pocket and started to drag it across the brick wall that made up one side of the alley.

"My names blurryface and I care what you think..." Tyler started slowly chanting those words over and over with a blood curdling grin until he reached the girl.

"Please don't kill me, please I haven't done anything!" She screamed and pleaded, but Tyler could not help the feeling he gets when his knife slits the throat of an innocent person, or when he slices right through their stomach. He felt a sense of power and domination, and that's what Tyler loved most.

The girl was backing up as far as she could until her back hit the wall.

Tyler grabbed the girl by her arm and pulled her up to her feet. She started to try and run but Tyler was too strong. Tyler took the knife and ran it across her throat, watching as the blood started to pour from her mouth. He dropped her to the ground and felt adrenaline run through his body. This is what he loved.