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Jemma stared hard at the ceiling of the room. Well she glared at it more then ever. After chasing the killer round the room for what seemed like ages, Jemma decided to rest. Only Jemma fell asleep and the killer snuck out to kill. Now Jemma was left alone in a dusty room, with no-way out and no-one to talk to. In simple terms, Jemma was bored. So bored in fact she ended up talking to herself.

"I can see here you're coming from. He was the only one that treated you kindly. Everyone else tried to kill you because you're crazy. He was the closest thing you had to a friend and you had that ripped away from you. But what you don't understand is I had to lock him away. He was killing innocent people..." Jemma trailed off and shook her head a little. "...Okay so they weren't that innocent. But still he was murdering people. He understood what type of punishment would follow and he took it with pride. I had to do it, it's my job to put dangerous people behind bars. That's what you don't understand." Jemma whispered.

A rat scuttled along the floor. It came to a stop and inspected Jemma's form. It twitched his nose from left to right before scuttling off somewhere. If Jemma had the engery to look around, she would had seen a big hole in the floor. It was big enough for her to squeeze through.

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"I have a delivery for Mr Nathan Hikaru!"

Everyone in the group looked at the door to find a postman standing at the door. He held a large box in his hand and a clipboard in the other. Nathan smiled and got up. "That would be me." he greeted, making his way towards the postman.

"Could you sign here please." the postman replied, handing Nathan the clipboard. Nathan writ a small scribble before taking the package off of the postman. All the while, the group continued to watch. The postman nodded his thanks before disappearing out of sight. Nathan smirked and carried the box to the coffee table. No-one said anything as he tore the brown paper off to show a dull brown box.

"What is that?" Johnny suddenly questioned. Nathan said nothing as he tore the ducktape from the top and opened the box. Nathan stared inside the box, causing the others to become even more confused. Tanya got up and walked over, peeking into the box.

"What is it Nath?" she questioned. Nathan winced a little but quickly covered it up. Jemma called him Nath whenever she was in a hyper mood. It had been a long time since he heard her say it. Nathan coughed to clear his throat, hoping that the wet trail down his cheek was blood.

"Jemms'a birthday present. She's been after one of these for ages." he replied and quickly wiped the blood away. As Tanya backed up, Nathan pulled out a black jacket with silver lining. The group all crowded round as Nathan inspected every inch of the jacket. Tala crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"You're weird you know that." he muttered. Nathan shook his head as he folded up the jacket and placed it back in the box.

"I need to make sure this is perfect for Jem. I won't be here for her birthday and I most likely won't be here for a couple more. This has to be a special present." Nathan explained. Faith grinned, a sly glint in her eyes.

"That's a black Parade Jacket isn't it? You really like her, don't you?" she teased. Nathan coughed to cover up the scarlet blush on his face. Faith chuckled a little. "So when is her birthday?" she questioned, deciding to let the subject go for a while. Nathan sealed the box back up.

"31st October." came the short reply before a loud scream echoed round the building.

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The gang, minus Nathan, almost slammed into a large crowd gathered outside one of the many computers in Riverdale high. Faith, being the oldest, along with Tala pushed their way to the front. Faith gasped at the sight while Tala's eyes followed the trails of blood.

Kenny, local brain box of the school, was dead. His face had been repeatedly bashed into a computer screen before the screen completely burst. Blood ran from his face and neck as a large piece of the screen was embedded into his neck. Tala stepped foreward as Faith attempted to move the crowd. Tala glanced over to Kenny's laptop, seeing icons dance across the screen. Sitting on the keyboard of the laptop was a blue Cornflower.

In one corner of the room, a security camera swung round to look at the mess. Nathan frowned as he watched the scene on his laptop. Once he figured that a camera was in the computer room, he backed the footage up trying to find the killer. However the killer was smarter then Nathan thought. Instead of showing off their face, the killer wour a black hoodie and kept the hood up. All Nathan saw was the killer doing their business before leaving as quickly as they had come.

Nathan lent back and stared at the ceiling. "Okay, this is getting way out of hand. I have no idea where the killer keeps going, I don't know if Jemma is still alive and people keep dying left right and center." Closing his eyes, Nathan pulled his glasses off his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. A headache was forming. He could feel it. Nathan replaced his glasses and glanced over to the large box. "At least I don't have to worry about her brithday present." he mused.

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Jemma cracked open one eye when she heard footsteps. The door to the room slowly unlocked and the killer stepped inside. Jemma raised and eyebrow before closing her eye again. "That was quick. Guess the victim didn't put up much of a fight." Jemma muttered in a bored tone. The killer chuckled and set two large jars of chocolate spread down.

"Finally awake? You've been out for nearly 2 hours." the killer paused and placed a finger to their chin. "I think at least." they muttered. Jemma snorted, her eyes still closed. She had actually found a comfortable place on the dust floor. There was noway she was going to move any time soon.

"Like you would care if I stopped breathing and died right now. Heck you'd throw my corpse out the window along with the black rose." Jemma replied. The girl chuckled again and sat down on the bed. They had to admit that they liked Jemma's quirky and childish nature.

"I brought you some chocolate spread. Call it an early brithday present." the killer smiled. Light purple eyes opened as Jemma sat up. So much for not moving from her spot any time soon. Jemma eyed the killer then the jar.

"Early birthday present? You don't even know when my birthday is." Jemma pointed out. The killer grabbed one jar and opened it effortlessly.

"Your birthday is the 31st October. The same day as Frank Iero from My chemical romance." The killer paused and looked at Jemma dead in the eye. "You won't live to see it."

Nathan: A Black Parade jacket. Is that the new thing.

MHR: (Shakes fist at Nathan) never diss the jacket! (hugs Jacket close) It's my baby.

Nathan: I thought I was...

MHR: The other you...I mean the real Nathan is