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Sakiel only. I was thinking we could start with the alleyway scene.

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A blonde made her way down the quiet, dark streets of Oakfield. Her heels were no where near quiet as they clacked against the pavement, her face set in would know as a permanent scowl. Her mother would kill her for staying out this late... but in her opinion earning a few extra bucks for a new pair of shoes was more important than a bloody curfew set by some old hag with control issues. She slows down feeling her phone vibrate and pulls it out looking at the screen.

Ten messages--her mother must be having a coronary right about now. 

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Meanwhile, as she was worrying about the newest diamond strapped heels made by Weizman that were featured in the prada window, a gruesome scene was playing out in the darkest area of the alleyway. It was how he made his living, you know? Take the things that are most valuable, make a few incisions so they won't forget, and then... snap. Head's clean off. It was soundless, of course, though he didn't like it that way. It was always the screams that kept him up at night, kept him moving. But that was okay for right now. He'd find someone else even more valuable. Someone who he could sell who would give him an even better prize. Her hair could be sold as a wig, though -- this long, red hair. And her jewels could be pawned for several hundreds. Enough to get him by.

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The blond flips her hair and narrows her eyes; what was that SMELL? It wasn't strong, but then again it was nastier than her dirty clothes pile in the corner of her room. Slowly walking forward she quiets her footsteps as she approaches the alley where the smell had started to ooze from. Maybe it was some ugly as* drunk getting sloshed or some new gossip she could post on Facebook...

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He chuckled darkly at the sight. Ah, so much blood. He reached down and dipped two fingers into her neck, standing back up straight and swiping the red liquid down his chest from his neck. He reached down again, this time with four fingers (two on each hand) and smeared them along his eyes. He didn't know why women went on and on about L'OREAL. This seemed like pretty good stuff. He grinned, pearly whites flashing in the dark, and flipped his black hair out of his green and blue eyes. He reached down for the third time, grabbing some sort of white, prickly thing before wrenching it out of the carcass with a squelch.

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Jessica holds back a gag, her whole body shaking. She didn't NEED to zoom in on the lens to know what he was doing... what he had done... what he could do... she shivers and takes a shaky step back. She had to call the police--call anyone before he could see her, could get to her and do what he had done to the other poor girl to her. Her mistake though...

Was taking a picture, an action that made a small shutter sound when the camera captured the scene.

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His head snapped up as if animalistically, bright black gaze turned toward her. His eyes were wide as if excitedly and he smiled slowly, exposing white teeth. He didn't say anything -- he didn't have to. Why should he when she already knew? He'd let her go. But he'd find a way to get into her mind. Painfully. Terrifyingly. She wouldn't sleep for nights. Then he'd back off. That was when they were the most juicy. He'd starve her, then fatten her up, and then... dinner time~

He continued his ritual, reaching into the sockets of the deceased female's head and pulling out her eyeballs with his fingertips. They were squishy. Like they were supposed to be. He grinned and squished them between his finger tips before nibbling at the slippery edge. She must have had some sort of illness. He hummed. He threw them to the side, at the live girl's feet, and continued his search. He had already ransacked her outer appearance. Time for the health check. Have you been a good girl?

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Unable to take the gory sight anymore, the blonde flees the alleyway gasping for breath that wouldn't seem to come. "Oh my god," she whimpers, managing to run in the heels. Call someone? That idea was out the window in her fear. That look he gave her--it made her want to claw at her own skin and scream.

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Finishing around 3 a.m., he purred and left, leaving the body there for the cops to find. It wouldn't be fun if there wasn't a chase involved.

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The male flipped the meat off of the frying pan and onto a plate. It was in chunks, so you could definitely tell what it was, but as for what it was, I'll let you decide... Let's just say, it definitely wasn't something that the average person would suggest on a night out to eat. He took the plate to the raggedy old couch in his apartment, turning on the TV to the news. Let's see what they found this time.

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As the screen lit up, the blonde from earlier was on the screen with a reporter. So she had gathered enough courage to come out and report what had happened.

"Well miss Jessica, do you have any physical description to give to the public so that they may watch out for this public menace?" The older woman asked; she was tidy, neat and had obviously been through s**t like this dozens of times.

Running a hand through her hair nervously Jessica bites down on her lip to hide the fact that her breath had hitched, "... n-no..." she whispers, "It was... too dark for me to get a good look at him..."

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Oh, but he remembered her. Very well, in fact. She haunted his dreams. Teased him. Tricked him. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened for a brief moment, not in shock, but in wild bloodlust. He wanted her. Dead, of course. Why the hell would he want a little girl for anything else other than her blood, clothing, organs, and hair? Hah! You make me laugh.

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The blonde's eyes dart over the camera, seeming to look for something... someone... him...

like a nervous gazelle sensing a lions blood lust...

and to most she would seem like a poor, scarred girl... but... not to a certain someone of course. The screen moves onto another story, and any trace of her gaze vanishes, most likely to be on the eight o'clock news in the morning the next day.

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The male hummed as he took his fork and dug into the flesh. He could still hear the screams as he took his prized meal... He lifted the flesh to his lips and bit down, still watching the news. Though he wasn't actually paying attention. He wanted to find this girl again. But not in person. No, that would scare her off again. He needed to befriend her. But how? Well, she looked like an ordinary teen. Teenagers often went online and chatted with strangers. He hummed, reaching over and grabbing his laptop before he opened it on his lap, his plate set aside for the moment, and brought up a new browser -- ignoring the p-rn that was in the Firefox window -- and typed in the most recent chat site that he could think of. Facebook.

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Jessica herself was collapsing onto her bed, kicking her heels off. She was excused from classes today with absolutely nothing to do... She looks over to her laptop and pulls it onto the bed, rolling onto her back as she sets it on her stomach. Why the hell not.

Pressing the power button she waits for it to wake back up before clicking on the quick link to Facebook. Of course none of her friends were on...

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What would a teenage girl such as... Jessica... like in a guy? She definitely didn't like his gothic tattooed self. He needed something more... But what?! He gripped at his hair. If she didn't take an immediate interest in him, he'd- wait... Wait... Ooh, it was scandalous, but it just might work... He registered his account and instantly swore. He didn't know her last name. He knew what she looked like, but he didn't have any idea who she really was.

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Jessica raps her fingers against the keys and starts clicking away on one of the many games the sigh provided. Farmville maybe, either way she didn't give a flying pop tart cat. Snorting she lifts her hand and analyzes her nails--not a chip, thank god, was in the manicure. She'd spent half of her pay check on them, so they sure as hell better still be as perfect as when she got them applied.

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Finishing with the registration and finding her account, he observed her interests before chatting her.

From 1023EmoBoy: Hi

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Jessica frowns a bit before her fingers start to glide across the keyboard.

From Jessica Fait: Who are you?

She immediately demands; how predictable. 

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From 1023EmoBoy: A friend from school. I'm in one of your classes. English, remember? I sit in the back.

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Jessica purses her lips in thought... English... English... Her eyes light up in recognition,

From Jessica: Oh, lol, you're Austin?

She types in quickly as she bites down on her lip before continuing,

Srry bout that, thought you were some creepo

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The male didn't laugh. Just watched the screen intently.

From 1023EmoBoy: lol its ok how r u

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