Okay good people. This story is on my profile so I'm gonna write it. The first two chapters are coming at you at the same time so I hope you enjoy them. :)

I own nothing. The Almighty Larson owns it all.

"Is anyone awake in my class today?" Collins asked his students. "Honestly, I could ask each one of you your name and you'd all blank out." A student raised his hand. "Well, Devon, since you're being a brave soul, would you kindly tell me why everyone seems to be fighting sleep? Was there a party last night I wasn't invited to or something?"

"Professor, you're a really good teacher and kinda cool too, but this class is just . . . boring," Devon said.

"'Boring?' What's so boring about it?" Collins folded his arms as he waited for a reply from at least one person. After nearly fifteen minutes of silence, he looked at his watch. "Okay. Since absolutely no one came up with an answer, I'm assigning a two-page essay on why you all think this class is boring and what would make it more interesting for you. Class dismissed." All of his students groaned as they left the room. Collins packed up his things, including the pop quiz he'd given that he was sure every one of his students failed, and started heading home.

As he walked, his shoe came untied. Instead of tying it, he ignored the loose strings, which caused him to trip and fall right in front of an alley. He glanced into the alley while tying his shoe and noticed two men. One of them looked frightened and the other looked frightening. Collins continued to watch them as the frightening man took a small knife from his coat pocket and brought it up to the frightened man's neck.

Don't do it, Collins thought. Please don't do it. Not while I'm right here.

His eyes widened with horror as the frightened man's neck was slit open and he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck. His murderer stared at him for a moment before turning his attention to Collins.

Oh shit! Collins' mind screamed as he quickly picked up his briefcase and started sprinting away from the alley. He glanced behind him for a moment and saw the murderer running after him with his bloody knife in his hand.

Collins turned his attention back to the front just as he ran into a woman, who seemed to be the only person on that street besides him and the man that was chasing him, and fell into the street.

"Will you watch where you're going?" she asked. The murderous man came up behind her and put the knife to her neck. Collins closed his eyes as the man slit the woman's throat. He soon felt the knife on his throat and his eyes snapped open.

"Please don't kill me!" he begged. "I'll do anything if you just let me live! Please! I-" The man used his free hand to cover Collins' mouth.

"That lady's not dead," he told him in a very thick accent. "The man in the alley isn't dead. And I don't exist. You got that?" Collins nodded. "Now, I want you to run home and don't stop running until you get there. If a friend or something asks you anything about your day, you don't mention me." He brought his face closer to Collins'. "You'll die if you do."

With that said, he removed his hand from Collins' mouth, put his knife back in his coat pocket and ran out of sight. Collins stood up slowly and picked up his briefcase. He took one last look at the woman he'd ran into.

That's not gonna be me, he thought as he began sprinting faster than his legs would allow. Though he could've taken the subway after leaving the street he'd been on, he ran twenty-two blocks to his apartment building before stopping to breathe. After about five minutes, he entered te building and thanked God that he'd soon be safe in his apartment with Angel.

But would he be completely safe?

Ooooh. First chapter done. I hope you liked it. And I'd like you all to know that I typed this chapter and the next chapter on my cell phone and uploaded them onto the computer. My phone is amazing. :)

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