While walking past the door to Chief's bedroom, the crimson haired baseball playing blader heard the sounds of someone throwing up and he resists the urge to gag. Michael hurries on down the corridor, heading toward his outside rendezvous with that little Latina girl from his team. He grins, wondering why she is finally wanting to be alone with him, then shrugs and leaves the castle, walking down the hill in the back to the tennis courts. Whistling softly to himself, he almost floats to the meeting place, excited by what is awaiting him there. Stepping onto the tennis courts, the crimson haired teen glances around, finding a figure hiding in the darkness before he smirks and then softly says, "What made you change your mind?"
The figure slowly approaches him and he grins again before he notices that it is not Theresa. "What…?" Michael says as he sees just who the figure is and he looks around a bit confused before he wonders what is going on. The shadowy figure grabs the blader by the throat with their strong hand, roughly moving him back against the cool metal fencing to the North of the tennis courts. Hearing Michael gasp for breath, the figure grins, pulling a set of steel handcuffs from their pocket, and putting one end around the boy's wrist and then the other end to the fence. Switching hands, the figure quickly does the same to Michael's other arm, making sure the handcuffs are secure before stepping back.
The figure has an evil gleam in their eyes as they move back into the darkness and the crimson haired blader tries to break the cuffs, the rattling of them echoing into the night before the boy feels the metal biting into his flesh, then blood slowly sliding down his arms. Moving back toward him, the figure grins again at their prey before turning on the machine and then stepping behind it, aiming it at the boy's stomach. The first tennis ball hits him hard and Michael feels the air being forced from his lungs, then another small twinge of pain, accompanied by a small trickle of blood. 'A few modifications and this machine works exactly the way I want it to' the figure thinks as they aim it at the boy's left leg, firing another metal studded tennis ball. The crickets chirp quietly all around, though not diminishing the teen's cries of pain and the laughter of his tormenter.
Continuing to fire the tennis balls, the figure laughs with each cry of pain and each trickle of the red substance before they turn off the machine as the teen slumps down, unconscious from this torture. The glint of moonlight off the blade of a knife is seen as the figure quietly approaches, grinning and then unlocks one end of a set of cuffs, turning the boy, so that his face is toward the fence before securing it back to the metal fence. The figure wakes the boy up, laughing as their prey realizes the new position, stepping back, an evil grin on their face, the figure lightly runs the tip of the knife over the crimson haired blader's back and then returns to the machine, starting it up again. Michael endures the pain a little while longer before passing back into the darkness of unconsciousness. Turning the machine off, the shadowy figure walks back over to the teen as they unsheathe the knife again, while grinning at the bruised and battered blader.
Slowly the figure traces the tip of the knife over Michael's back and then wakes him up once again before slicing through the thin material of the baseball jersey along with the not-so-white t-shirt. As the teen's flesh is revealed to the figure's brown eyes, an almost giddy feeling overcomes them and they begin to slice through the blader's skin. The crimson haired boy shudders as he feels the blade cut into his flesh, a bit afraid of what this psycho planned to do next before he passes out from the pain, while the figure chuckles behind him. Carefully removing the skin and muscle to expose the bones, the shadowy figure grins watching the lungs of their prey fluttering as the teen breathes. Sticking the knife first into one lung and then the other, cutting away the lower lobe, brown eyes take in the last few agonizing moments of the boy's life and then as they hear that last gasp for air, they step back. Moving away into the night, the figure looks up to the castle, a smirk on their face before they leave, heading toward the little camp they have set up in the woods, underneath the protective boughs of the trees.
The sun rises the next morning, greeting Johnny with a most gruesome sight as he walks onto the tennis courts. Michael handcuffed to the chain link fence on the other side of the court, slumped in a pool of coagulated blood, skin and muscle dropped nearby along with the lower lobes of his lungs. The Scottish blader turns around, running back toward the castle before he retches in the bushes and then heads inside to call the police. The police quickly respond to the scene, taking pictures and asking questions once again before removing the body, along with the other things around it. The police had also discovered something in Michael's room, a note written in blood-red ink simply saying, "Meet me at the tennis courts at 11:00 tonight" and signed Theresa.