Chapter One

"My my! What a mess you've caused!"

A high pitched voice giggling behind me caused me to jump. I quickly stood up to cover my handiwork, but then wheeled around to see who was there. To my shock, the dim lighting of the nearby streetlight revealed nobody standing there. The cool September breeze toyed with my bangs, causing them to tickle my nose. I knew I didn't imagine that flamboyant
voice.

"Poor thing, Elizabeth was such a pretty lady, but now...she's perfect. So gorgeous. You sure know how to make a dreadful mess! I have to clean this up you know."

came the same voice right behind me.

I quickly turned around to find myself staring into the face of a man with ridiculously long light grey hair. He smiled at me, revealing his sharp, perfectly white teeth. The look in his eyes chilled me to the bone. It was passionate, almost...lustful. Alluring. His clothing was almost all grey and white, even the trench coat that loosely hung over his arms. What worried me the most was his attitude. He was surprisingly calm considering he was looking into the face of a cold blooded killer, or maybe it was the mutilated corpse behind me. I didn't know which was worse, honestly.

Who was this guy?

"Do you like blood?"

He smiled, pulling out a grey chainsaw.

"No. It's hot, sticky, and smells like iron."

I retorted, eyeing his chainsaw wearily.

"I meant the color, girl."

He replied, rolling his eyes.

Did he mean the color red? Why didn't he just say the color? How was I supposed to know what he meant? Why is my personal preference relating to color have to do with anything? He noticed my hesitation and smiled again. He started the chainsaw, and I braced myself to run. It was so loud, surely someone would hear it and my actions will be discovered before I could get away! He lifted it high, giggling maniacally and brought it down on the corpse, spraying blood all over both of us. He shut it off, still giggling and admiring his work.

It was obvious he likes blood.

"I love the color red too. Red is the color of passion and I am a very passionate man"

He winked.

Red. The name I've heard all my life, but I have yet to see it.

"I can't see red."

I stated.

"Can't see red?! What do you mean you can't see red?! I know you aren't blind because you're looking right at me!"

He yelled.

"I'm colorblind to the color red"

I admitted, bracing to be yelled at again by this odd man.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly shut it. It seemed like he was thinking, but I didn't stick around to find out. I didn't know who this man was nor did I care. I did what I wanted and I needed to get out of there. I wasn't worried about him telling the police, something told me he didn't care about what I did. Obviously not seeing as he added insult to injury with his chainsaw. I knew I made a mistake when I heard him laughing and running after me.