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The two boys laughed as they walked home late from a school meeting. Time; 9 P.M. The streets empty. Lurking in a nearby shadow He stood. Eyes narrowed. "Ignorance." He mumbled. He followed them down a alleyway. One of them jester in His direction. "I think he's followin' us," one said in a whisper, "Comon'. . ." They walk faster. They look behind them again. "H-He's gone. . .?" One of them says. they look ahead again. He stood in front of them, the only exit. His arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "W-what do you want?" One stumbles over his words. The other gets into fight stance, a poor one at that. "Oh, me?" He laughs. "I want you dead." They step back, faces of pure horror. He steps forward. "W-who in the w-world are you?" One ask petrified. The other on tries to run. A small triangular knife reaches his back, He falls, Paralyzing him temporally. The other one falls. "I'm No one." He says. He takes out a large butcher knife. "I'll make it quicker for you. You didn't try to escape fate." He says almost sincerely. The butcher knife comes down on his leg. Clear cut. His leg comes off. Next his arm. The boy screams. No one hears. "P-please!" He begged. "No! Why are you doing this?!" He cried. tears in blood. "I don't like you," He simply smiles. His last limbs come off. He cries for mercy. A smile on the killers face. He grabbed the butcher knife tight. then it met the young boys chest. Slowly cutting into his chest, down into stomach. He cries. His organs beat rapidly.

The next day the police arrive at the scene. "Detective!" One on the new officers called. "What is it?" The detective watches him carefully. "L-look at this!" He holds up a letter. It reads;

Dear officers,
A pleasure. I've killed these young men. I don't think you can catch me. If you are up to the challenge, lets see what you can find. I'll give you the first step, pull up records of Serial Killings in the nation. Look at it closely. The ones with letters like this were my kill. I believe there is about 567 killings total, since I first started in 1950. If you bring me to justice. Well, you win, game over. If you lose, meaning you don't catch me, then I continue my killing spree.
Sincerely,
No one~

"1950!?! This man is insane!" the detective yells.



"Oh. Detective you have no Idea. . ." He laughs.