Prologue.
He had to keep running; he didn't want to be the next body to be found in the forest, he would be the sixth in a matter of weeks. The killer had been able to get away without leaving any clues, he wanted to look round and see the killer's face and then run to the police, but he knew if he did something so stupid then he would be a dead copes ready for some poor soul to find the next morning.
He had been running for about half an hour, more than he had done in his whole life and he wasn't used to it. He slowed his pace hoping he could keep ahead of the killer, but he soon heard branches braking right behind him, the killer had to be fit to be able to run for such a long time and distance.
His lungs were failing him now and he had trouble breathing he knew the killer would be on him in a matter of seconds now, he just hoped he would die quickly so he didn't have to feel any pain. He leaned against a tree so he could catch his breath; he then stopped hearing the branches braking and looked behind himself.
He gasped he couldn't believe he was looking at the killer, he was nothing he had ever imagined, the killer could have passed for a normal person easily, now he understood why the killer had got away with so many people's death.
The killer took another step forward, knife in his hand ready for the final step in his mission,
"You shouldn't have run John; you would have made it a lot easier on yourself," the killer said in a cheery voice,
"How... do... you... know my... name?" John asked.
"I know a lot about my victims, it's the easiest way of killing them," the killer said taking even more steps towards him, John tried to get away but the killer grabbed his shoulder quickly and stabbed him in the throat, the last thing John saw was the red of his blood coming out of his neck and the smile on the killers face, and the last thing he heard was the laughter of the killer himself.
When John's body was no longer moving, the killer finally took out his knife out of John's throat, he had a smug smile on his face, it was another job well done, now he just had to find another, and now that he had just moved to a bigger town, there was plenty of people to kill, and he always thought not enough time to kill them with.
He looked at a little note book he carried around with him, he had killed four boys and two girls, he thought it was time for another girl, he didn't want them thinking they were safe, no one was when he was around he wanted everyone fearing for their lives wishing it wasn't going to be them the killer chose next.
He put the book back in his pocket, and cleaned his knife, he thought it was time to treat himself after a good kill so he decided to go to the Nice Ice it had the best ice cream in town and the best place to met people. He knew he was going to going to enjoy killing the girl, they always feel for his good looks and charming ways, he chuckled remembering the last girl he killed, she had actually fallen in love with him and confessed her love on the day he killed her. It was going to be one of the killings he would remember for a very long time.
He left the woods and headed for town, he had to act natural, it wasn't like killing people made him feel guilty or anything, it was just that he was going to go to a new school and he wanted to have the right reputation.
He looked round one more time, to make sure the cost was clear and headed for the ice cream shop, thinking what way he should kill his next target, and how long it would take someone to find his last victim.