A man with curly blond hair is running down the hallway, as I slowly float towards him, I'm wearing a cape to hide my face, and body. No one wants to see what's under the cape, all it is is rotting flesh mixed with bone. The man is stopped as he turns the door handle over and over again. It's locked. I made sure of that. The boy turns towards me, tears streaming down his face, "W-What do you want!?" He yelps, as my hand touches his face.
"You have such pretty eyes.." I murmur, "Nice and violet, pure, not tainted in the slightest way.." he's shaking and whimpering.
"S-Stay away!"
"I would love to.. but… I can't.. I like your eyes too much.. I need them." I hissed out.
He shook his head, backing into a corner, "K-Kuma!' he yelped.
I chuckled, "Calling for the beast won't work.. I've already killed him.." I smile darkly at him, as I grow closer, my hands reaching towards his eyes.. How cute.. trying to stop this, when he can't. He knows he can't too, and that just makes it cuter!
I stop what I'm doing and look around, there has to be something to put his eyes in.. But what? Hmm.. Oh! This will work nicely!.. Hmm, should I send something to America and France and see how long it takes them to realize..
I look at the shaky Canadian again, and smirk, this will be fun. I take off my gloves, my sharp fingers now showing themselves, now what to cut of? There were so many choices, and all good.. hmm.. An idea popped into my head that I liked, and I began my work, the blind wincing, screaming, and crying all the while. Poor kid.. I almost felt bad.. But.. I need his eyes.