Preface
I slide the newspaper farther away from me as I pull the coffee up closer. I pour the cream in while I look at the headline on the front page of the newspaper. Killer Strikes Fear Into The Heart Of The City. Ah, the famous serial killer, often known as "The Beauty". She is supposed to be beautiful, though I don't really know how this rumour started. The only people who have actually seen her are the people who have been killed by her. Maybe it's just our way of romanticizing everything. I stir my coffee with my spoon, reading more about how the famous killer claims her victims. They are fairly certain the murderer is a female, though I'm not really sure how.
It's the most interesting thing though. The victims always get a text message from the murderer, claiming that she will kill them by midnight. However, if they somehow manage to survive until midnight, she will let them live. Seems like a pretty easy deal, there are all kinds of things you can do to keep yourself safe. Though none of them have seemed to help the number of victims that is currently adding up.
I fold the paper up, sighing as I pick up my coffee cup and head back to my desk. Working this job is becoming too much for someone like me. I need human interaction, I need to be doing something for my fellow man. But that isn't what I have the skill set to do. So instead, I sit and answer phones instead, dealing with angry customers instead of really helping man somehow. My dream is to be a teacher, maybe even elementary school, those kids are always so eager to learn.
I sit down at my desk, pushing my newspaper down into my bag. Better not let my boss find me reading that on 'company time'. My phone rings, clearly begging me to get back to work instead of focusing on issues that I can't solve. I answer the phone, giving my usual spiel as I turn my cell phone on silent and put it into my desk drawer.
When lunch finally comes around, I am more than ready to leave the building and find something to occupy my mind with other than angry people yelling at me. I pull my phone out of my desk and grab my wallet. I look through my messages that were on my phone.
Yo, dude, let's grab dinner. Emmett, my brother texted me.
Come to dinner with Emmett and I! Alice, my sister demands.
You have until midnight before you die. If you manage to live until 12:01, I will admit defeat and let you live. But if you lose, you die. Welcome to my game. - The Beauty
An unknown number sent this to me. It must just be a joke though, something Emmett or Alice thought would be funny. Probably Emmett. Why would the real killer want me? I have never done anything that made me worth killing in my entire life. Unless you count that one time I put a tack on Mr. Banner's seat. But that was a dare, I had to do it.
I decide to stop by the police station on my way to lunch, surely it's just a prank, but they should know better than anyone if this is real or not.
On my way, I feel myself looking around. If this is real, someone could come for me at any moment. I need to be on high alert. But it's just a prank I tell myself, trying to calm my breathing.
When I finally make it to the police station, I show the guy at the front my phone and he immediately pulls me into the back, pushing me in the direction of a police officer hunched over a computer.
"Can I help you?" The man looks at me.
"Uhh…" I mumble as I shove my phone at him.
"Oh shit, not another one." The police officer turns white as he looks from my phone to real.
Oh shit? Surely he's talking about another prank.
"Come on in, I'll show you the plan on what we have to protect you." The cop stands, motioning towards a room directly behind his desk.
Protect me? Oh shit...
A/N: Hi, thank you for stopping by and reading. Just a little idea I thought I would expand on. I'm taking it and running with it, so let me know what you think :)
More to come soon!
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