Welcome back! Let us continue where we left off! Also I forgot to mention Rachel is 17 and Zack is 24.

ZACK's POV

It took me a moment to realize that she just asked me to kill her. I back away from her and vomit in a corner of the hallway.

"GROSS! DON'T SAY SOME SICK SHIT WHILE MAKING THAT FACE! How in the hell can you say such a thing? Do you not know who or what the fuck you're talkin to?!?"

" I do, but that was a distraction." she gave a soft giggle.

"huh?" before I had time to process what the fuck she meant, she stabbed me in the gut with something. "WHAT THE FU-" THUD to the ground. Blurry vision took over, damn why am I so tired all of a sudden. Maybe just a little nap…. No, get up you Dumba-...

3RD PERSON POV

The girl giggled with joy as she pulled the syringe out of the man's gut and threw it off to the side. She starts to drag him off to a nearby room down the hall. Props him up against the wall to take a few seconds to open the door. They get in, she lays him on the bed. She gets on top sitting on his stomach.

"Don't worry, i'll fix you up. Then we can finally hang out!" She removes a few bandages covering the cut on his arm and stitches it up. Next she unzips his hoodie and pulls more bandages off. She puts her finger on the puncture hole from the syringe and puts pressure on it to get a feel of his blood. After having a feel of the small drip on her fingertip, she sews the wound shut and gives it a kiss.

"you look adorable sleeping." her face gets red from blushing too hard. She trails her hand up wards to where she feels his heart beating. She lays her head down to listen."Music to my ears. You really are something. I'm glad to finally have you, Issac Foster. I've kept an eye on you ever since that one night. Oh how I can remember that night."

RAY's POV (2 Months prior)

I guess I should head home. I grab my bag and walk out of the library returning the books i borrowed. I just finished reading and wanted to head back to my room. I took a shortcut that made it easier to avoid running into the Mason Family Graveyard. I didn't want Eddie to see me. Everytime I passed there Eddie would see me and try to talk to me. I don't understand why he always approached me. He always had a smile on his face when sees me but I didn't do anything.

I got to the familiar back alley to my neighborhood, but heard someone laughing out loud. I shouldn't look but, it wouldn't hurt to take a peek. I walk around to the source of the laugh and spy a tall figure in a brown hoodie that stood in front of a slashed open person. He took a swing of his scythe to wipe off any excess blood dripping off the blade.

"THAT'LL TEACH YA! Fuckin lying bitch. I hate liars!" he kicks the body over to brick wall before I pull my head away to go back home. I ran as fast as I could to my house, busting through the door, and making it up to my room. I slam my face into my pillow and giggle. I take out a newspaper that was hidden inside my pillow. The newspaper included a large wanted poster with a black white portrait of a man wearing a hoodie and bandages covering his face.

"It's him!" I hug it close to my heart. My face gave a big red blush while rocking left right. The infamous Issac Foster, a serial killer people have nicknamed the "Angel of Death." I don't understand what made me start to fall for him, but whenever I see him murder another target, I imagine myself being his next victim. I enjoyed fixing his victims after he cut them down. I consider him an actual angel though. Getting rid of liars and drunks. Almost like a vigilante that I read in a novel once. One night before my old parents passed away, he saw me while I was tending to a stray dog in the alley.

Oh how I wish I could meet him, but my parents probably wouldn't approve. My dad used to be a cop that was in charge of catching him. They tell me that it's stranger danger, but he hasn't hurt me yet. They let me keep my puppy though, so maybe they'll let me bring him home. It wouldn't hurt to try and convince. I went downstairs to see them together watching tv while my dog was resting on mom's lap. I gave the little brown fur a pet and stood in front them.

"Mom, dad. Could I have a friend over?" I ask them. They sat there, there's not a response until a simple nod of their heads leaning down. "Oh thank you! Don't worry we'll stay upstairs." I give my parents a hug and pet my puppy before running upstairs. I need to setup in case he decides to come tonight!" i open my window up to let some air in and walk into the spare room to fix up a bed for him. I kept waiting for his arrival for almost a month now, but I can't stop waiting! I sewed up a bunch of dolls to keep myself busy. I had so many to the point I laid them in his room covering up the drawers, table, and bed. I was almost finished a current one of him until a loud smash was coming from my bedroom.

Hope you enjoyed, i'll try to have Ch3 up next week. Been busy getting my Halloween Special on Youtube finished.