Warm, fresh blood covers my face. My laugh fills the room, chilling it's listers to the bone. The world will hold off ending another day, all because I was finally able to kill again. I look at he beautiful corpse before me, a brunette. She seemed to have red eyes, that matched her sons. Then, realization hits me. Her boy, he must have saw me! The alarm on my features dissipate, forming into a smirk. Well, I'll have another victim then, won't I?

"Alfie! Where are you darling?" I call, my smirk growing as I exit the basement. I scour around the first floor. "Ready or not, here I come!" I add, grabbing a knife from the kitchen as I search it. I start heading up the stairs, stopping to listen for whimpers and cries, or any music that emits from a dying soul.

"Don't come any closer!" A boy calls out. He kicks down a door into the hallway, wearing a Superman cape, wielding a bat. "You hurt my mommy! You... You meanie!" I falter, my urge to stab him melting with his adorable ways. He'd make an amazing cupcake, because even now I just wanna eat him up! He doesn't stand a chance, that bat he holds is probably heavier than himself. When I look at him, I feel something is missing: He lacks that primal fear in his eyes that all my victims have. I can't even see him as a victim now. Victim, no; but maybe he's a killer like me. "I'll kill you!" He screams. That's all it took. That crazy look in his eyes is just like mine. I can't kill someone like me! It's not everyday you meet someone with killing intent. He could be my brother!

I stab the wall with the knife, letting it stick in there. I watch him jump, giggling with amusement. I crouch, and hold out a kind hand toward him. My smirk distorts into a caring smile. Maybe, just maybe, I wont be so lonely anymore.

"Boy, do you really want to kill?" I ask, sweet like a loli. The boy gasps, like he has been found out. Oh, his hero act won't fool me. I see that murderer under his innocent facade. He drops the bat, looking off the side, ashamed. I sit there patiently, knowing he'll admit it soon.

"I... I've been feeling it a while now." He confesses, a red blush matching his red eyes.

"I understand how you feel. You crave for a kind of revenge, yes?"

"They tease me a lot for not having a father! Sometimes I wanna pound their face in!" He yells, clenching his fist.

"Good." I nod.

"Good?" He turns his head to me in confusion, expecting criticism.

"Yes! You. Are. Perfect! That feeling is something to be proud of. When the world ends, you'll survive." I tell him sincerely.

"The world end... Proud... Perfect? I-I'm perfect? " He repeats, mind spinning to understand my insane babble.

"Yes, yes! My darling Alfie, won't you join me? I'll teach you how to feel alive!" I encourage with excitement threaded in my words.

"I dunno dude..." He shakes his head, apprehensive.

"I have cupcakes!" I exclaim, after thinking for a moment. Then he matches my evil smirk, reaching out and taking my hand.

"I'll help you make them."