Prologue
The World Killers. A group of twelve boys who kill. The police have been searching for the identities of these boys for seven years, but have failed.
Detectives put on the case are always in danger. If they, at some point, got close to the truth, they were found dead the next day and the files they used, burned. The security cameras never seemed to catch the killings, which was strange because the cameras were never covered or paused. Just one minute a detective would be sitting there going through files, the next he was dead.
Detective John Burrows stared at the file in front of him. He was assigned to this case considering he was very experienced.
"The modern Sherlock Holmes!" People call him.
He sighed and shook his head making his brown locks of hair fell in his face. He was sure the Killers couldn't get to him. The building he worked in had more security than the country of Nicaragua.
All right, John thought, sitting up straight in his office chair. Twelve boys. World Killers. Agh! It doesn't make sense! Why do they kill? Are they sick in the head?
He continued to go through the files. There were thousands of pages. The names of people they had killed printed on the blank sheet. How do they kill so many people in seven years?
The whole world knew about the World Killers. Of course they did. The reason the Killers were called 'World Killers' was because of the fact that they killed in all countries.
For this reason, countries were raising their protections, trying, in vain, to keep the Killers out. But somehow they always failed.
The first kill happened in 2003 in China. The Killer had been wearing a gold mask and had killed a couple whom wear fairly rich. Of course, only the locals had known about it and the government hadn't cared a bit about it. Just another murder. Then other countries began to experiece murders and all the murderers had been wearing a mask; all their masks had been different colors. When suddenly the killings had reached more than one thousand, goverments began to take action to raise protection in their countries. Somehow, the Killers got passed it.
The latest murder had happened in that country... The one above America... Ca... Canididi? Canadia? Canada.
What makes the World Killers different? John wondered silently. They wear masks... Hmm, like the kind of masks you get for a masked party.
He continued pondering, when suddenly, there was a piercing scream and the sound of a gunshot. He jumped up, quickly grabbing his shot gun from a cabinet on his work desk.
There was an eerie silence and the door began to creep open.
John pointed his gun at the door, shaking nervously. "Who's th- there?"
The intruder walked in and John immediately recognized him.
He was wearing a black shirt that hugged his body neatly and black tight pants made for agility and speed. His feet were clad with knee high boots and his hair, brown, was mussed up on top of his head.
But what gave him away was the mask. It was red, adorned with gold roses. This identified him as a World Killer.
Through the eye holes in the mask, John could see a pair of green eyes. What scared him most was how happy they looked. That and the large ax he was carrying.
"Wh- what do you want?" John asked taking a step back. The Killer smirked, but didn't say anything. Instead, he gripped the ax with both of his hands and swung with surprising speed at the detective, not giving the victim a chance to shoot.
"Buenas noche," the Killer said, smiling, as the head of Detective John Burrows fell to the ground right next to his body.