Well I'm sorry I haven't been on for a long while. My computer totally died so I had no computer for a very long time and then I ended up using my mother's computer for online school. After a while she bought a computer from a pawn shop which didn't work out as she figured out why it was so cheap. The thing shut off by itself for no reason, didn't connect to the internet for no reason, it didn't click on things. Not good. So now I have my mom's computer and she's working on it apparently so yeah. Here's what I have and happy Halloween.

I felt a slight surge of excitement and chewed absentmindedly on my bottom lip as I focused solely on the new prey. Any second now and then it would be all over for them. All they had to do was get a little closer. Aaannd… Dang it. He turned back. Didn't matter. He'd be dead soon either way. He took a peek into another room. With his back to me I wanted so bad to just jump him, but that would be too easy and no fun. Plus if he saw me in the reflection of something that I couldn't see from this position then he could have the chance to scream and that would be a Jeff move. I didn't like being caught.

"Hello?"

Really? Oh yeah hi its just me the killer. I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich? Idiot. All talking does is alert the enemy to your position and then that sucks for you.

"Helloooo? Anyone there?"

Yes.

"Mandy?"

No.

"If you try and scare me I'm not going to be happy."

Not really my problem. I watched him head up the stairs and cast a few glances down and past me. I slowly slipped out of my hiding spot and tailed him up the staircase. I felt alive for the first time in a while. An actual hunt. For the first time in what felt like an eternity. An actual hunt. Not to mention that there was an actual plan of action. No winging it. An emergency escape plan and a definite goal for once. I lowered myself into the nearest shadow as he looked back again. He kept going. I swore I could feel his fear, his uncertainty radiating off of him. He slowly opened the door to his bedroom. Taking a quick peek around his door he entered with a slight sigh. He cursed his childishness and flicked on his bedroom light. He scanned the room before turning it off again and heading to his bed. Now. I moved. My blade was an invisible blur in the darkness. His back arched and he let out a silent scream as the blade easily slid into his lower back. Next EJ was at my side as we easily took the surprised and maybe a little in shock man down. The gurgling sound that came as my knife met his throat gave me a nice rush. A rush I hadn't felt in a really long time. I heard EJ giggle a little.

"Dinner is served." I smirked under my mask.

I wiped the blood from the blade off on the man's clothing before drawing back and sitting on the bed. I made myself comfortable on the bed as Jack went to work with cutting him open and picking out what he wanted to eat. The smile that had slid onto my face was one that I could not nor wanted to force down. I felt alive. I hadn't actually killed anyone in so long it felt like I was doing it for the first time again and it felt good.

I drew in a breath and listened as Jack ate and let it out as a content sigh. I didn't understand why everyone was so grossed out. I mean Jack was a great partner who thought things through and he actually ate in a manner that anyone would when faced with a good food. It wasn't like he ripped it apart like some animal or anything and he didn't get blood everywhere. He made sure to brush off the extra blood on the clothes of the victim before eating. They were just wimps. If you can't handle a little cannibalism then maybe you shouldn't be one of us. Jack stood after wiping his mouth. I followed suit and stretched a little.

"Ready to go?"

"... You're not grossed out?"

"No. All of your previous partners must have just been wimps. Besides they exaggerated a lot and made it sound like you tore the victim apart like a starving dog the way they told it."

"They did?"

"Yep. If they can't handle a little cannibalism they shouldn't be here." I started toward the door. "How does it taste anyway?"

"Varies really… People who eat a lot of greasy foods taste more rubbery or pasty and are slightly firm. However people who eat a little better are actually softer and have a nice bite to them. Then there are the people who are vegetarians and their kidneys tend to have weird musty tang to them."

"How strong is the flavor?"

"Not as strong as you'd think actually. It's one of those things that you'd want to slowly break yourself into because it seems to taste really strong at first, but after a while you get used to it to the point where you barely taste anything."

"Huh… Wonder why everyone's so anti kidney then."

"Because mommy and daddy said cannibalism is bad." Jack mocked and I laughed.

I walked through the densely wooded area toward the mansion with Jack as we talk about various things.

"So are you going to try and make up with Masky tonight?"

"... I don't think so."

"Want to stay in my room again tonight?"

"I'd like that, but I'm going to have to get a new outfit from… Masky's room. I'd rather not spend another day in the same outfit. Blood comes out better when you get to it right away."

"Don't I know it."

So I slipped into the bedroom and headed toward the closet. Jack waited outside. I made no move to try and communicate with white mask in the room. I wrinkled my nose at the strong smell of cigarettes. I was not going to apologize for worrying again. I had Nothing to apologize for. I nearly sighed at the childishness that had occurred while I was gone. I kneeled down and collected my clothes from the floor of the closet and headed over to my bed and dropped the items onto it. There I went through the mess in silence as the sound of a lighter coming to life made an attempt to break the silence. I pulled out a shirt I liked from the mess and set it aside before I went back to digging.

"... You have blood on you."

I set a pair of jeans on top of the shirt.

"Why?"

I gave no response as a fresh smoky haze drifted around the room.

"Where did you go?"

I pulled out a dark hoodie. It wasn't something I normally wore, but it was comfortable and I needed something to replace the blood stained one until I washed it.

"What did you do?"

His voice sounded slightly threatening, but I stayed silent as I collected my chosen items and headed toward the door.

"Hoody. What the Hell did you do?"

I stopped. "I don't see how that concerns you."

"Bullshit. We're partners aren't we?"

"Che… I had fun for once." I answered.

"Fun? What do you… Who did you kill?" Came the dark demanding tone.

"Relax. I didn't kill your Precious Jay or Alex."

"Who. Did you. Kill?"

"I don't see why it matters." I didn't turn around as I heard him stand.

"You don't see how it Matters? You're the one who told me never to forget the people I killed." He hissed.

"Well it's not like you ever kill anyway." I responded darkly before continuing toward the door.

"Don't you Dare walk out that door."

I didn't hesitate this time. I exited and closed the door firmly before heading down the hall, Jack now at my side.

"What happened? It didn't sound too good."

"Nothing special. Just him purposely smoking and trying to control me again."

The door opened.

"Hoody!"

I didn't turn around. Jack looked back and then spared me a glance. I didn't give any response and as it seemed Masky made no other move upon seeing Jack with me. We headed up the stairs and it was quiet. We entered Jack's room.

"So what happened?" Jack asked as he started going through his own clothes.

"He was demanding what I had been doing with our time apart and I told him I had fun. Then he got pissed." I slipped out of the slightly bloodied fabric and into the fresh clothes.

"Huh… Is that it?"

"Pretty much. I can do the run down to the basement if you want." I held out a hand for his bloodied clothing.

"Na. It's fine." He headed toward the door and I followed. "Feel like a snack?"

"You're still hungry?" I half teased.

"Hey he wasn't that satisfying. He was all rubbery and tasteless."

"Ok then how about I do the run to the basement and you get to work on the snack. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

"Sounds good."

Taking the clothing I we soon split on the main floor and I headed down a third flight of stairs to the basement. I set our clothes down and emptied out the dryer and put its contents on the top for others to sift through. Next I pulled out the wet clothing and set it in the now empty dryer before starting it up. Finally I tossed the clothing into the washer and even added a few other items that were in waiting and started that up. Satisfied with the arrangement I turned back toward the stairs only to jump at the still form that leaned against the wall.

"What do you want?"

"Why did you go out and kill with Jack?"

"Why do you care?" I countered.

"We're partners. Even if we're fighting I can't just let you go out and put yourself in danger."

His voice still held that threatening tone in it, but at this point I was used to hearing it in our fights.

"Danger? What danger? What I just did was less dangerous than what I do with you. Stalking the same person who-" I stopped as he laughed. I glared at him. "What's so damn funny?"

"You're kidding, right? You're spending time with a cannibalistic animal and you tell me that there's no danger?"

"He's not an animal, Masky."

"He eats human flesh."

"He eats kidneys and many people who aren't like us eat kidneys."

"Yeah, animal kidneys. Not human."

"Well human kidneys have more flavor and more texture and maybe he likes them fresh."

Masky brought a hand under his mask and sighed. "You're really letting him fill your head with that stuff? Please tell me you're not going to spend the night in His room. There's a reason no one bunks with him."

"He's not a threat. Quit being so judgmental."

"You said it yourself. He likes them fresh. If he harvests your kidneys in the middle of the night don't come crying to me."

"What? He wouldn't do that. You're acting like a middle schooler. He is nothing that you're putting him out to be. He's nice and supportive and understanding. Plus with all the times I've been with him he hasn't Ever harmed me."

"Wait wait wait. All of the times? What do you mean All of the times? How many times have you killed with him?"

"Just this once, but I wish I had done it before. He actually kills and he doesn't just wing everything like some cocky punk."

"Cocky punk? Really? Is that it?" He scoffed.

"I could say the same thing about you with your inability to kill outside of your 'episodes'."

"Do Not bring that up. Maybe I don't want to be a monster."

"Oh so we're all monsters? Is that really what you think about us? About me?"

"This isn't About me! This is about you!"

I crossed my arms across my chest. "Yeah I got that when you called me a monster."

"I never-! You-! Just stay away from him, ok?! He could really hurt you!"

"Well you called us all monsters so why should it matter if I hang around other monsters." I hissed.

By this point Masky looked really frustrated.

"Just-!"

"Hoody?"

I felt slightly relieved when Jack came down the stairs. He stopped halfway down.

"You ok?"

From that angle he couldn't see Masky.

"Fine." I started toward the stairs.

"Sure? I heard yelling."

"It's fine."