The masked killer by: Noah the non binary (me)
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The night was cold. And dark. It was raining outside the sound of the rain hitting the floor could be heard drip drip drip. The town was quiet. The only light you could see was a light coming from a small building. An orphanage. Inside. There were children running around and playing, laughing, and some were even sleeping. All the children had just had there dinner and were very tired. The owner of the orphanage Ms.klarson would put all the kids in bed. And tucked them all in and sung them songs and read them story’s. Until all of them were asleep. Well. All but one. A little boy with light black hair it almost look if it was blue. This boys name was Leo, Leo Williams. Ms.klarson had just gotten all the children asleep before walking out and then look over and saw Leo in the corner drawing in his little notebook. “Leo? Dear. What are you doing up so late?” Ms.klarson asked the young boy. Leo looked up at her. Now Leo looked different from all the other kids. He had heterochromia, vitiligo and the most noticeable feature was his teeth, his teeth were all pointy. Like shark teeth. “Uhm.. I wasn’t tired.” The boy said. “I’m drawing.”
Mr.klarson sighed “well. Leo you need to go to bed and rest up. Then you can keep drawing in the morning.” She said to him in a calm warm voice. Leo looked down at the drawing and then back at her then nodded slowly. “Okay.” He said putting his notebook down and walked into the room with all the beds. Ms.klarson shook her head “that boy. What am I ever going to do with him?” She asks herself before going over to Leo’s notebook and the drawing he drew was strange. It had a faceless man on it and a bunch of scribbles on it. This creeped out the women so she ripped out the page from the notebook and threw it out. Ms.klarson was never seen again after that night.
(Years later)
A young women around the age of 19 was walking down the street on her phone. She looked ever so proper. Her hair was tied into a tight bun she was wearing a red dress and high heels. She was on her way home from a party she attended. It was dark out and cold. So she was trying her best to get home quickly. After a long time of walking she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. She had seem to found her self lost. She saw a paper on the wall. ‘Leo Williams. Age:21. Height: 5’7. Race:black. Last seen:Canada park March 2nd 2015.’ It was a missing poster. The women scoffs softly at the paper. “He’s probably dead. Been gone for 6 years” she mutters to herself and started to walk again. She kept walking and then she heard footsteps. She stopped and looked around. She blinked “what..?” She mutters. “Do you want to play a game..?” A voice said from behind her. She turns around to see a male wearing a mask over his mouth. His long bluish black hair tied into a pony tail and a bit of his hair covering one of his eyes it flowing in the wind. He a had a black leather jacket green shirt and jeans. And in his hand a baseball bat which seemed to have blood on it. This sent the women into panic “what..?” She asks backing up. “I said. Do you want to play a game?.” He asks again walking closer. The women shook her head. The masked male stopped in his tracks “oh. That’s to bad.. because I do!” He said and then he disappeared. The women shook in fear looking around. “Where..-“ she didn’t get to finish her sentence. The masked male appeared behind her and hit her with his metal bat grinning. He left the body there and then vanished.
“You should’ve played my game”
Leo Williams the masked killer. Was a missing person. Who no one missed.
