Predator

Summary: Shintaro has a hobby: tricking girls into meeting him, and then killing them. And it's all because of his dear, precious Ayano... XX Shintaro, warnings of gore and stuff. Ficlet thing.

A/N: Just uploading everything.

Have you ever felt like... you're being watched?

Fidgeting nervously, the girl touched her hair for the tenth time, trying to make sure it was absolutely perfect. She was so nervous... today was the day she would finally meet the boy of her dreams: IceCube7.

Of course, that wasn't his real name. Last night, he had sent her a message telling her that he wanted to meet her, after a month of chatting with him online.

It was exactly 3 minutes and 57 seconds to the time of their meeting.

The edges of her scarf flapped in the night air. IceCube7 insisted that they shouldn't send their pictures to each other, because, he said:

"We shouldn't care about each other's appearances... it's the inside that's what's important... although I'm sure you're beautiful on the inside and outside."

She had immediately thrilled to that and agreed to it when he asked her to wear a red scarf so he could identify her.

"Don't find me... I'll find you." was his last message before going offline.

1 minute to the time of meeting.

'A red scarf... I wonder why he didn't ask for something simpler, like a red flower?' She wondered.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

'HE'S HERE!' She turned around to focus on the sound...

...and that was when her scarf suddenly tightened around her neck.

"Ugh... erfffmmmm...!" She choked, the scarf cutting off her air supply. "...!"

The scarf continued to tighten as she clawed uselessly at the air.

'Help me...! IceCube7... someone... anyone...!' She screamed in her mind.

Slowly, her struggles grew weaker and weaker. Her oxygen-deprived brain could barely keep up with the situation, so it was shutting the girl down.

And finally, her arms drooped to her sides and she collapsed.

Shintaro stepped over her body, his black hoodie blending in perfectly with the shadows. His tired eyes took in every inch of the girl, from her long hair to the shape of her lips... to the scarf that had been his weapon.

A meek voice from his pocket vibrated: "Master, are you done?"

"..." Shintaro didn't reply as he took hold of the scarf again and pulled it up, dragging the girl's neck with it.

"Master..."

"Shut up, Ene." He grunted, examining her face. Big eyes, check. But the nose was all wrong. And the mouth was too big. He dropped her in disgust.

"This one isn't my type, either."

"Master... none of the girls you attacked were your 'type', either."

"..."

"Master! How long are you going to do this? You can't go around luring girls and asking them to dress like Ayano-chan... only to kill them because they're nothing like her!"

In response, Shintaro simply lifted his foot and ground it on the girl's neck, causing the bruises to flower and worsen. He repeated his earlier answer:

"Shut up, Ene." and took out a pair of scissors from his pocket and swung it down.

A/N: There's a sequel for this somewhere...