Run
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Maka POV:
"October the second…" The TV reporter breathed heavily. "Four girls have been sighted dead, in the middle of no where this past week." He took a moment to hesitate. "Their bodies left with several bloody wounds all over. Their necks slashed, as were their wrists and attempts of carvings in their stomachs." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We don't have any information on what the carvings say or represent but until we have some sort of evidence on who the killer could be, we'd advise parents to make sure their children are back home safely before seven pm."
Pressing the button on the remote, I switched the TV off. Letting darkness surround me, drowning me away in the dark as I sat on the sofa with my legs pulled to my chest as I gripped them tightly not wanting to let them go or I would feel weak.
"Four girls…" I mumbled. "Four girls in one week…"
The front door of my apartment swung open and a very drunk Soul and Black*star stumbled through the doorway, falling over and landing flat on the faces.
"Ow…" Soul mumbled with his face squashed against the floor.
"You're late." I said sharply turning my head to face both him and the blue haired boy lying on the ground next to him. "You do know that there's a killer going around at the moment."
Black*star murmured. "Lighten up Maka that dudes only after chic's."
"You guys make me sick…" Kid stepped through the door stepping on both their backs. "Maka's right, you guys shouldn't be messing around, this is serious."
I suddenly felt warm inside. "Hey Kid…"
He smiled at me. "Hey Maka."
"Kid…" Soul stammered. "Can you please get off my back."
I frowned at Soul as the golden eyed boy stepped forwards stepping off of the two drunk idiots back's.
"Do you hear?" I asked. "About the fourth kill."
Closing his eyes he nodded his head forward. "Yeah… They found her body in the forest that far from here."
I winced. "It's so horrible, who could do such a thing like this."
Slowly he shook his head. "I don't know, but I hope they catch him soon."
I sighed. "Me too…"
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Two days went past and one more death had occurred. On the fourth of October in the middle of the town center, everyone was crowding round, all huddled together.
As I walked down the town, Soul at my side with his hands held deeply in his pockets. His eyes were the first of us to cross the huddle of people, everyone gasping and screaming at what was in the middle of it all.
"Maka!" Kid stepped out of the crowd and placed his palm against my chest, pushing me back as I stepped closer. "You don't need to see this…"
I pushed past him and began to walk through the people, with every step that I took Kid tried to pull me back as I got closer to the, to the… to the body…
Green eyes… Light pink hair… Slashed throat… Slashed wrists… Blood… Everywhere…
I screamed and I fell to my knees as everybody began to step back when Kid ordered them too. Tears dwelled in the corner of my eyes, blurring up the sight of one of my friends lying against the floor dead, not breathing, no longer walking on this earth.
"Kim!" I screamed throwing my hands over my mouth. "Kim!"
Soul kneeled by my side, also staring down at the blood cut up body that was before us lying directly in front of us.
"Maka!" Kid called out to me pushing past the people.
He looked down at me on my knees, me sitting in the tiniest pool of Kim's blood that was trailing from her turned over wrist, that bleed quickly, running through the cracks of the pavement stones.
"Idiot…" Kid pulled me close to him, placing my face in his chest. "I told you not to look."
I wept, dripping my tears all over his shirt and his blazer, but I couldn't care. The girl that was lying dead on the floor in front of me, she was my friend and now I finally knew how those other people felt, having the sisters, friends or daughters die because of some murderer.
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Death the Kid POV:
We all went back to Maka's so we could all be together and comfort one another. The girls sobbed and cried on each others shoulders while we boys sat there in silence for the best, worried to say a sound and to stay strong for the girl's sake.
Maka sat in the corner of the room staring out of the window, we all took turns in asking her if she needed anything, but every time she shook her head and declined, she said she was fine.
I was never close to Kim, but I'm guessing that the girls were. They were sitting there remembering all the things that they talked about, they involved me a few times, but I couldn't remember.
Soul switched on the TV, I thought it was a bad idea, especially when the news came on.
"Once again another girl was murdered. Five killings in the space of eight days." He paused. "But this time the body was left in the exact same place as it was killed, but however there were no witnesses at the time of the crime."
Maka stood up. "But it was right in the center of town, how could someone not have seen it!"
"Friends and family of dear Kim Diehl, she will be truly missed…"
Grabbing the remote from Soul I quickly switched it back off before anything else could be said. I didn't want Maka hearing anymore of the tragic news, it was just too much for her to bare, since her mother had been murdered.
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Maka POV:
Every second that goes by, were dying. Were all dying. Were all getting that little bit closer to the day where we'll close our eyes forever. Some are more closer than others, much more closer to that eerie death that could happen at any time, tomorrow, the day after, seven days, maybe eight. No one knows.
Each second that goes by, do you forget something? A little bit more of your past that you'll never ever remember again. But the thing is, you don't know? No one does. No one will remember what they have forgotten, not even if you try, try your hardest. You will not be able to remember what that part of you once was.
"Maka…?" Kid asked as he crouched down in front of me.
The apartment hallway was deserted and silent, not like its usual self where it would be cramped with people trying to get in and out of the building. It was all so silent. Too silent…
"Are you gonna come back inside?" He asked completely sitting on his knees. "They're all worried about you, myself included."
I stammered. "Yeah… I just wanted some air."
He breathed heavily. "Don't blame you…"
Soon silence echoed around us, just like before when words hadn't escaped our lips. Just the same empty sound, that had no meaning, whatsoever. The same scary sound that wasn't even a noise, that's what made it scary.
"Who do you think it is Kid?" I asked suddenly. "The killer… who are they?"
Closing his eyes and placing his palm against his forehead he slowly shook his head. "I have no idea…"
I closed my eyes also. "I hope they catch him soon."
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The grey haired man placed the blade of the knife between his lips as he crouched down towards the girl that was shivering in fear just beneath him. He snatched the strands of her soft brown hair in his grasp and pulled his arm up, forcing the girl to wince as the strands of hair tugged against her scalp.
"Please…" She sobbed. "Let me go…"
The man smirked widely, showing his sharp yellow teeth that were grasped onto the blade of the kitchen knife, sending waves of fear to the girl in front of him. His terrifying smile sending shivers up and down the girl's spine, over and over again.
He gripped hold of the handle of the knife and pulled the blade away from his mouth and slowly moved the knife towards the girl's throat, softly placing the sharp, cold blade against her skin.
He murmured. "I'm sorry…"
And without hesitation the blade was slashed against the girl's throat, cutting a deep, bloody wound through her neck. Blood running every where as the man dropped his grip and the girl fell to the ground with a thud.
He wiped his face with his bloody hand. "Stupid girl…"