The Shield Slasher

by insertoriginalblogname

South Hill, home to the infamous SHIELD Highschool, was a small, ordinary town. The sort of place where everybody knows everybody and the biggest drama of the week is an argument at school. This is until a serial killer sets their sights on the small town, with a taste for revenge and old-fashioned slasher-movie-style knife killings. (Serial killer AU. M for gore/murder)

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