Catch Up; Kagekao, The Bloody Painter, and Tricking Ty.

When you meet;

Kagekao

You slammed your head onto your wooden kitchen table, slamming your head onto the table again. Your roommate, Miranda, fretted, shaking her hands all around. "St-Stop!" She spoke in her shaky tone, you however didn't stop banging your head on the table. Who knew college would be this hard. Sure you definitely weren't the brightest light on the string, but I mean like, you probably weren't the dimmest either. Right? Eh you probably are.

You only stopped banging your head on the table, when you finally felt the warm red liquid trailing down your face, and splattered across the table. All over the top of your shirt and your project. Miranda fell back, all of the color draining from her face. She had fainted. You only tched, looking back to the papers you needed to fill out. You had no clue what any of the things on the paper meant. You were currently 21, in college, as an athlete, because that was all about you could do. You could run fast, you could jump high, you could punch hard. But that was about it. You were never great about anything else, well other than going to parties, you weren't that social but you could drink any sort of alcohol, just chugging it, and you wouldn't get drunk for a while, or feel tipsy that much at all.

Still letting out a groan, as you forced yourself out of the chair. Walking over to your fainted roommate. You wrapped your arms around her figure, lifting her up with a sinch, not even breaking a sweat, she was even a little on the meaty side. But your muscles paid no mind, she felt like a piece of paper. Carrying her up the stairs, and pushing the door to her room open. You lived in a small townhouse a little off of campus, your household consisted of your roommate, Miranda, and your (Pet), (Pets name). Of course you being included in the equation.

The word equation flashed across your mind. You slammed your head into the wall, a pool of blood dripping down from the spot you banged your head from along with a dent was left there, you looked back to your roommates pale face one last time, before 'Tch'ing and walking down the stairs. "I need a drink..." you groaned, before walking back downstairs. You didn't even care one bit about that. Your next door neighbor, or the students in the next townhouse over, well one of them was a 'cleanfreak' as most called it, you called it 'useful'. He'd come over to your townhouse weekly, cleaning up anything and everything for only like 15 bucks. It was cheap, and affective. You got a clean place, a not so fainting Miranda, he got money, and got to make sure another part of the world was as clean as he wanted it to be. Convenient.

As soon as you got back into the kitchen-which connected with the living room and where you'd eat breakfast, where your project currently was- you opened the cabinet, pulling out some red wine. One last thing about your townhouse, you had a small porch in the back, it was soothing to look at the stars, seeing as Miranda was majoring in astronomy or something, you knew the stars decently well. Pouring the wine into one of the only wine glasses you had, you grabbed the bottle, taking a sip of the sweet red wine you had acquired only days before.

Placing the wine bottle on a small patio table, the glass clinked as you put it down. You fell into your metal seat, stumbling over something. Your eyes closed tight in pain. You squinted them open. A half white, half black, mask in front of your face, in fact, only inches in front of your face. Your eyes snapped open, you fell back in your chair. His claws clinking against your wine, as he did what you assume was laugh. "Kekeke..." The black side of his mask had a smile, while the white side remained blank. The smile stretched up next to his eye, which was curved up. A small hole appearing where the mouth should be, as he drank, your wine.

You couldn't move, he tilted his head, and dropped the wine glass, the glass breaking into millions of pieces, you snapped back to reality when a piece of glass embedded its way into your shins skin. You hissed in pain, as another laugh came from the thing on your table. "Hello, Im Kagekao!" He laughed happily, you could barely speak, as anger boiled in you, not only did he appear in thin air, he drank your wine, he broke one of your only wine glasses, and there was now glass in your skin. Before you could even realize anything, he was gone. Only a note on the table. But it seemed to be in another language, you couldn't read it.

Bloody Painter

Tears flooded over the border of your eyes, you vision becoming blurry. Your aunt rubbed your back in a comforting manner. But either way, you sniffled, you only just became an adult. You knew you shouldn't cry as much as this for your parents funeral. But they had so much of their lives left. Your mother was raped at age 14, she had become pregnant with you. Her parents were always supportive, along with her older sister, your aunt. Seeing as you were only 20, not even old enough to drink, and barely starting college with a degree in performing arts. Yes, you were pursuing your dream of becoming a actor.

When your mother was 20, and you were 6, your grandparents died, one of leukemia, the other from a broken heart. 20 seemed to be the magic age for your family. Once your kids were 20, you'd probably die. That's why you had no plans of settling down anytime soon, even if there were a line of guys waiting for you. Your mother had only just been murdered. They weren't aloud to show you her corpse to ease the pain. They said she'd been so badly mutilated that you wouldn't be able to recognize her. Only weeks before, your father died because of a armed robbery at the bank he worked at. All their money went to your aunt. Of course, she'd be taking care of you for a while, it was a agreement you two had made.

Now here you were, standing in front of a coffin. Dressed in black, along with the crowds around you, sobbing your heart out. You begged to the officers to find the murderer. The murderer who had painted a smile across the walls, room to room. Sending you a text, which you could only hope that it'd help the police officers, even though it was from your mother's phone. "Don't be excited about tomorrow, because there will be no tomorrow." The funeral was private, only a few friends. It was a quick funeral, only this morning she was killed. You'd told the police everything, and nothing could be done, there were definite signs of a struggle. But they couldn't find anything to do with your mother's death.

"Honey, it'll be alright, tomorrow I'll set up your birthday party." That was right, in a few weeks, you'd turn 21. You didn't even want that at this point. You just wanted to go back to your old childhood room, curl up in a ball, and cry yourself to sleep. Waiting for your inevitable death by the killer who took your mothers life. Known, as the Bloody Painter.

Once the darkness crept into the sky, the only light were the streetlights meters away. All other guests gone, only you, your aunt, and your uncle. You were right next to her headstone, leaning on it, you had cried yourself to sleep. Your aunt, Maika, gave her husband, Dustin, a look. "Go start up the car, I'll carry her." Dustin told his wife, who nodded, walking out of the cemetery where the funeral was held.

Dustin picked you up, taking you to the car. It was freezing, you stirred, waking up in instants, but you made no moves, you just stared at the car ceiling. Once the car stopped, and you were in front of your aunt's house. You finally made them know you were awake. They were talking about the evidence from the case of your mother the whole time. "Oh Honey, how about you start unpacking your belongings that they recovered into your new room, second story to the right of the master bedroom, second door down, the first being the bathroom." Maika gave you the directions to where your room would be. You only nodded, opening the car door, Dustin got out, opening the trunk for you.

You took your two suitcases. Everything else, your furniture was coated in blood, seeing as the murder took place in your room as your mother was cleaning. You opened the door and went directly to your new room, in your room was a bed, and a dresser. That was about it. You'd be able to customize it later, it probably was the guest bedroom. Seeing as you would only be staying there until you weren't sobbing, and a new dorm room opened.

The walls were a light green, you lit up a little, your sadness going away for a second. "Green's not a creative color." You joked to yourself, you always loved horror, and you thought if any of your family was ever killed, you wouldn't care, but you learned from this accident. Of course, the love of horror still remains in your heart. You were sad, you were angry, but you were... happy. You were happy that horror somehow made its way in your life, you kind of, like the killer for making your life a little more interesting. But the sadness, and the anger overpowered that feeling by far. That is, until a knock at your window echoes through the room as you were putting away your clothes. Your E/C glided over to the window.

A mask. The same mask caught on the security tape when the man broke into your house, a plain white mask, two eye holes, then painted in blood, a smile. Messy black hair, with a tint of blue. A blue coat with a pin of yellow smiley face, and black pants. You backed up in shock, tripping over the mound of clothes left. His gloved hands reaching down to the start of the window. You didn't lock it. You couldn't move. You loved this.

He stood in front of you. "...Im sorry, there will be a tomorrow for you. Not for them." You didn't understand at the time, then the door opened wide, your aunt walking into the room. Coming face to mask to the Bloody Painter, she screamed. You watched as the man took out a knife pushing her back, you could hear the screams, blood flying onto the door, and the gooey red liquid oozing into your room, making puddles. "Who-who are you?!" You finally managed to speak. His blue eyes behind the mask looked back at you. Dipping his hand in the blood, walking back into your room, he grabbed your arm. You shut your eyes tightly as you felt his black glove making marks on your arm. It didn't hurt. But you could feel it clearly. The let go of your hand. You still didn't open your eyes, but you could hear him shuffling around, before the slam of the door was evident. Another scream. Before it stopped so suddenly.

You were the only survivor. When you opened your eyes, and looked at your arm, a very messy, dripping down your arm.

'H E L E N'

Tricking Ty

Your dazed E/C orbs longed to be with them, they chatted, piercings filling their ears, some having nose rings, their spray tanned skin, short high waisted skirts, and cut out crop tops. Make-up covering their faces. They were so popular with everyone else, compared to you, you could barely compare, that's what you thought. You had no bodily piercings, nor ear piercing, no piercings in general. You didn't have such tan, spray tan skin. You had no short high waisted skirts, you were wearing sweatpants. You didn't have any cut out crop tops, and you barely had any make-up.

You didn't care about the looks, more of the fame that comes with being with them. Having more than just a small group of friends. People ethier looking at you with wonder or envy. You were jealous of them, and you'd happily admit that. But of course, you personality didn't help you at all. You were a very intimidating person, some people looked you in the eyes, all smug like, then apologized in fear.

You groaned in exhaustion, your best friend Matt, sighed and said in a comforting manner; "There, there." He flipped a page in his book. You glared at him and rolled your eyes, Matt was always to relaxed for you. You knew if you were to whip out a gun, and shoot someone, he wouldn't give a care in the world. You just tapped your fingers to a rhythm against the lunch table.

"Do you think, I can just like, go home now?" Matt snorted in a very much no gentleman like manner, "well all the teachers fear you. They'd probably be joyus to see that you're not giving them a death stare during class." You cracked a smile to Matt's witty thinking. "Well, I'll be off." You gave a salute to Matt, who just shrugged, "just, don't lose yourself to the fortnite craze." You let out a chuckle, before hopping off of the chair you were crouching on before.

Only to run into one of the ladies you were admiring from before. She groaned in pain before looking you dead in the eyes. "Ouch! What the heck?!" You of course had never faced such a situation, and your rude ways influenced what you were deciding to say. "You ran into me, now get out of my way. Now!" She backed down, scampering off to her group of friends, probably exaggerating about you.

"Thanks for the show." You could feel Matt's green eyes on your back, you rolled your eyes and kept walking. No one daring to take a step near you. You opened the door to walk you, stepping back, avoiding the bucket positioned on top of the door. Waiting for the next person. It was a glass bucket, and it was filled to the top with acid. It wore away at the concrete below it. You looked to each side. Looking for the person who had done this. You cautiously stepped over the acid. Blinking for a second, coming face to face with a boy right about your age. He whined, "you dodged it! I only got some acid yesterday and wanted to test the effects... and now most of its wasted..." he pouted, dragging his arms down, acting like a child.

"So you're the one who set that up?! That could hurt, or even worse, kill someone!" You exclaimed, pointing at the boy with a look of disbelif. He snorted, "Like I didn't know that! Well I should probably test this somewhere else!" Before you knew what was happening. He grabbed the glass bucket and ran. Leaving you behind. You said the only thing suited for this moment.

"What the fuck?"

They Follow You;

Kage-Sama;

The strange meeting with the man thing, Kagekao, apparently, had only happened a few days ago. Once Miranda woke up, you told her about it. She didn't believe you at first, and the color was already draining from her face. Once you showed her the broken wine glass, she fainted. Even if you had gotten drunk and done that, you weren't someone who'd break your own wine glass, or stomp around angrily, you'd sit where you had gotten drunk and sob your heart out.

Of course, you'd hear his laugh, and his voice, every single day, almost all day. Things would go missing, like your mattress, no joke. One day when you were passed out on the couch, trying to finish the new season of 13 reasons why in one night, you woke randomly. You saw scratch marks all over the couch. It was uncomfortable now, you shifted around, trying to fall asleep again. But you couldn't. So you headed up stairs, flicked the light on in your room. Your mattress was gone. Everything else looked like it had been untouched. Just the blankets and the pillows were on the wooden frame of the bed.

You rubbed your eyes. Blinking a few times, you must have been hallucinating it right? Nope. So you did what only a not so sane person would do. You walked into Miranda's room, threw her off her bed, and crashed there for the night.

Bloods ze Paintah

After your aunt and uncle were killed, by Helen, the girl named dude who wrote his name on your arm using blood, you passed out. His name probably was rubbed off of your arm by the carpeting. Anyway, you woke up in the police station. Your cousins, who were in town because of your mother's funeral, decided not to come. They completely abandoned you and left. Deciding that you were like a unlucky charm to the family or something. You woke up next to your best friend. You were going to be living in his dorm for the next week, before another female dorm was open for you.

He didn't really care all that much about this, thinking of it as a, long term sleepover. So you were expecting him to set up childish games and invite a few of his friends to his dorm to watch horror movies, or play uno. Knowing that he was just that innocent. You didn't care one bit. But of course, his girlfriend did. She was definitely to possessive of him.

Just as you thought, he invited some of the male friends over to the dorm to watch a horror movie. Knowing you loved them. You excused yourself in the middle of the movie, needing to go to the bathroom. So you sneaked out of the room, and made your way down the hall to the restrooms. A window was located at the end of the hall, and it was a cold night. You swore you could see Helen's mask. But put it off, until you got out of the bathroom and looked out the window, seeing nothing. But in the condensed air on the glass, there was a smiley face. That came from the outside.

Trick Trock Tylar

You never listened to Matt, even if he was the smartest person in the school, the ranking including all the teachers, and administrators there. So what did you do to disobey him. You played fortnite. Completely ignoring what he said. Or rather you tried to play fortnite. But when you opened the case, a black widow shot out at you. You dropped the case, then heard laughter. "I finally got you!" It was the kid from before, clapping, sitting on your basements cough. You grunted in annoyance. Stomping on the bug, walking back upstairs. The small pranks continued to be pulled, he was following you. He was doing to you.

Small pranks. Yeah right. They were small, usually not doing much damage. Something you could clean up easily. But they were all extremely deadly. You never really got to talk to him, to try to stop him either. Eventually. The pranks stopped.

But you never stopped feeling eyes on your form.

They protect you;

Kagekao

You let out a shallow breath of air, stepping out of your house. The clean freak next door neighbor charging in with a paper mask he said was the equivalent of a gas mask. He knew he'd need it. Luckily, you had just dragged Miranda out of the messy, sloppy, disgustingly horrific, mess you created. Before she fainted. She was panting near the bushed a few meters away. Every once and a while, lurching forward, and slipping her breakfast all over the lawn.

"You alright there?" You questioned, feeling a little dizzy yourself. It was so nice to get some fresh air. "Yeah... Im fine..." Her voice croaked out, all raspy, it was horrible. "How about we go to the store?" You suggested, jingling around your car keys. A shrill scream came from deep inside your den of filth. Miranda only threw up again. You took that as a yes. Grabbing a bucket out of nowhere, must have just been lying around the parking lot somewhere.

Either way, you grabbed Miranda by the hand and put her in the back of the car with the bucket, so she could puche all she wanted. Opening the backs windows so the smell wouldn't be that bad. Lucky that you were leaving at the moment, because your residencial clean freak who was battlings against the horrible grime you accumulated let out a yowl. "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BLOOD EVERYWHERE!" That earned more bile from Miranda, and a laugh from you, as you hurriedly sped off, probably knocking over a dumpster on your way out. Maybe it dented your car, who knows. You'd regularly drive like a mad man anyway.

Almost a hour later you were still sitting in traffic. Your joy and excitement from going out, had faded away into a pit of despair. With no hope to climb out of the, deep, hollow, pit. Miranda was playing piano tiles on her phone, over your Panic at the disco music. It was a deafening combo.

"Can you stop playing that?" You growled in annoyance, hoping that she may stop it, or faint. Either would be delightful. The stop light was still red, so you looked over to Miranda, who was in the passenger seat now. She crawled up there once she was stabley done hurling. Your annoyed E/C gaze met with her, icy innocent blue eyes. She moved her hand, and turned off your music. "No, you turn down your music. Or stop it. Look at the day." Your eyebrows raised. "Oh." You sounded out your realization.

It was Miranda's birthday. "Lets go to Walmart!" Miranda cheers, pointing to a building, that didn't seem like Walmart. It looked abandoned, but hey, you'd get out traffic. You were right near the exit to get there, so you rolled your eyes and nodded. Only about 30 seconds later, the light turned green, once you reached the exit. You drove out of the way, onto the exit. Spinning the wheel. You arrived in the, parking lot, as it could be.

Miranda unlocked the car door, hoping out of the car and running towards the abandoned mall like structure. Being the caring friend you are, you ran after her. Her curly black hair dancing in the wind as she got inside the dark building. Then you realized what was happening. You knew not many people liked you. But you never thought it'd go this far.

"Miranda? Is there something you want to tell me?" You questioned her, through gritted teeth, sweat trickling down your forehead. "I-I'm sorry! Its just-I just. They-They were going to kill my brother! And so I was going to sacrifice you instead- I- I know its not..." She sobbed, falling to her knees. You wanted to move, to comfort her. It wasn't her fault that her brother was being targeted by someone. She just wanted her brother to be alive, and you were obviously the person she could easily trick into go with her somewhere. You'd probably to the same thing.

Now this lead to you standing at the entrance of a abandoned Walmart. Miranda sobbing, not to mention, you were standing at gunpoint. Then something moved in the shadows. Black and white. Sounded like a fabric being dragged along. You shut your eyes tight. Miranda's scream echoing through the empty building. Then, you heard the pitter patter of something dripping. Thrashing. Gunshots. You covered your ears, crouching, your eyes tightly shut.

"....Boring..." You couldn't understand the words, as if they were in another language. You dared to peek your eyes open. The black hoodie, and pants, and the sneakers. That would be normal. But the black and white long scarf stood out. He was standing over a mangled corpse you couldn't recognize. Many others were scattered near you. Your F/C vest, soaking up the blood that spurted your way.

You remained silent. As he turned around, his mask was in your clear vision. Half black, half white like before. But, the the white smile on the black side was gone. One side was pure black, the other side was white of course, with the black markings, for the mouth outstretched in a zig-zag pattern. It sent chills down your spine. But, didn't he just save you.

When you assumed he looked at you, you shut your eyes quickly, hearing his footsteps coming toward you. You opened your eyes not hearing anything. Hoping, thinking, he as gone. Your E/C eyes met with his mask, different than before. The black side wasn't fully black anymore, it had the smile, and the white side was blank.

"Kekeke! So fun! I'll be back soon!" He spoke, or you assumed he spoke, he lifted up his hand. Claws. He impaled it into your side. But he was careful not to hit any vital organs. You could feel the warm liquid running down your stomach, choking on some blood yourself. He waved and left the abandoned Walmart. That's when your vision grew bleery, you could barely see red and blue flashing lights. You were safe. Or that's what you hoped.

Helen Otis

It was another night in the dorm rooms. If you hadn't realized, your best friend's dorm was rather big, seeing as you went to a college which was really hard to get into. It wasn't among the ranks of harvard. But it was up there, definitely in the top 50. He had a bunk bed, and you were staying on the top bunk. He also had a TV, and a Macbook. Most of the students here requested their own dorms. Seeing as the people running the college had an abundance of dorms, they agreed. But eventually they got full. Now their moving people around in hopes a dorm will open up for you. Seeing as their policy was now to give students what they wanted. If they wanted their own dorm. They got their own dorm.

You just stared up at the ceiling, you had already checked the time. It was a few minutes before the alarm would be sounded. You swung your legs off the bed. Falling to the flooring. It was sure to make a ruckus for the people under you, but that was the point. You hurriedly grabbed your clothes and headed to the bathroom, clothes in hand. That was the best place for you to change after all.

Once you had changed you carried the clothes you wore before in your arms, making sure not to bump into anyone in the halls, you entered your best friends dorm again. Right, his name was William. You entered William's dorm, putting away your clothes in the suitcase you brought. Slightly jumping when the alarm went off. William groaned, slamming his hand down on the alarm clock. Shattering it to pieces. A screw making its way into his hand, causing blood to roll down it. That's how he woke up this morning. You just laughed.

Soon enough, everyone headed off for classes. But, at the moment, this day, you didn't have any classes. So what did you do. Well it just so happened to be that William left his Macbook at home. So of course you wanted to get some info on your moms, and your aunt and uncles murderer. Helen.

You ended up finding him in a old newspaper article, Helen Otis. After reading a little bit of what happened. You stopped, deleting the browser history so William wouldn't know that you were on his computer.

You gave a out a sigh before peeking your head out looking down the hall. No one. You smiled, slipping on moccasins. The soft fur on the inside tickling your feet warmly.

You walked out the doorway, being sure to keep the spare key with you at all times. You placed it in your wallet. Walking down the corridor until you got to the stairs, heading down a flight or two, to get out of the stuffy building that had smelled like moldy pizza, rotting flesh, body odor, and waaay to much cologne.

The warm sun rays hit your skin. Making you hiss in irritability, but quickly stop. You're not a vampire. Right? You shrugged it off, walking down the sidewalk to try to get away from the busy city life. You knew Helen may be around any corner, but why would he kill you now and not earlier. It was weird. Calling your mom, uncle, and aunts killer by their first name. But, you had a feeling, that wasn't the only name you'd be calling him. Maybe bastard one time or another. That's for time to tell. Plus, one of the worst things he could do would be killing off your best friend. You had a feeling he might do something like that. Most other things, he'd probably never do.

Why did you feel like you know him. You didn't know that yourself. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn't hear the snarling and the barking of a attack dog. Until it bit your leg. You fell back, blood oozing from your leg, the dog came to attack you again. You squeezed your eyes shut. Afraid of the dog that had taken a chunk out of your leg. But all you heard was the crunching of the grass, whimpering and crying coming from the dog, and the splashing of blood falling to the ground. A shing of metal. Nothing else was heard. You opened your eyes once you felt a hand on your back.

Your E/C eyes met with blue ones, he had messy black hair. This was Helen, you saw a picture of him on the website. You sat their frozen in fear, shaking a little. "Please stop shaking." He spoke in a calm and collected voice. Grabbing a cloth out of his jacket. Pressing it against your leg where the dog bit you. "I'm only trying to help." You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the pain. You looked away from the bite, staring into his eyes. "Then why did you kill my mom, and my aunt, and even my uncle. What did they ever do, if you killed them, why aren't you killing me?!" His blue eyes locked with your E/C eyes. "I..." He didn't say anything. Helen couldn't come up with something to say. "...I guess... my body moved on its own, stopping me from killing you... so I decided to let you live. Now I'll help you. One day, I'll turn you into my masterpiece... one day."

You figured he was talking about his signature, 'bloody smile' from the victim's blood. He finished treating your wound before helping you up. "I would've guess that you'd run..." Helen spoke. You shrugged limping forward. "Well, I don't think I'd be able to outrun you. What's the point of running since you said you wouldn't hurt me yet." You could see a smile tug on his lips. "Well I guess you can handle yourself from here. I have some things I must attend to." He turned his back, leaving you to limp back to William's dorm. "That jerk." You grumbled, sure you didn't call him bastard, in the end, you called him a jerk.

Tyler Fino

You slammed your fist into the wall, your fist going into the wall a bit. Matt leaning against the wall around 2 meters away. He wasn't even shocked. He knew you'd be raging after being insulted by the people you so admired. He only gave a 'tsk' in annoyance before continuing and actually saying words. "There were so many flavors to pick from, they were salty, you were spicy." You rolled your eyes, "well thanks for the encouraging speech, asshole." Matt smirked, "your welcome."

You groaned, hearing the bell ring. You threw the hall pass onto the ground, and started making your way out of the building. Matt following after you, his nose in his book like always. You swatted him away, and he branched off from you, heading in the direction of the library. You cracked your knuckles, leaving the building. Being careful to avoid any dangerous 'pranks' the guy would pull. Not scared a bit of him anymore, you just didn't want to be dissolved by some sort of acid.

The fresh air was wonderful, locked inside of some school with more than 10,000 kids with stuffy air conditioning was just making a migraine pierce through your skull. You kept walking down the path to your house. The grey skies, just waiting to let the rain fall. So you sped up your walking speed, only a few houses away now. Thunder roared in the distance.

You clutched the metal handle to your house, swinging open the door and shuffling inside. Your E/C eyes widening slightly when the the thunder road once more. You ran to the basement of the house. Hiding in the corner, you were always scared of the thunder. It was a childish fear. But no matter what you tried. You were always scared of it. Terrified actually. But your sister wasn't here today, and you knew your mother and father wouldn't be home any time soon, they were to busy exploring the world.

The booming thunder made you jump, it made all the hairs on your neck stand. Scared. Terrified. A hand slapped the back of your head. Your head lurched forward, a stifled giggle came from behind you, you growled. Anger flowing through your form. "Can't you stop that!" You snapped, trying to compose yourself, so you wouldn't punch the guy in the stomach. "Aww! C'mon! Are you scared of a little... 1,000,000,000 volts from the lightning. Y'know right around 100 strike the earth every second!" The guy said, expanding his hands, he sniggered. He had natural warm undertone skin, and reddish brown hair, tan eyes, almost yellow, they glowed with happiness. He wore a sky blue sweatshirt, with some green fuzz and green pants.

"You're just..." you growled, smacking your hand on your face. Leaving a red mark. His beige yellow eyes widened for a second. You thought it was because of you smacking yourself. But he grabbed your hand. He was cold. Very cold. He opened up the window, dragging you through the window.

You shivered as the rain hit your skin head on."What are you doing?" You spoke, obviously scared. He didn't respond, he only took you down the street, away from your house. The crucial look in his eyes, he wasn't joking around. He kept taking you away from your house, until you could barely see it. That's when it happened.

Light. The lightning struck your house. You yelped in shock, clutching his sweatshirt. "I was taking you away from the lightning shock." He finally answered your question. "Don't you have a friend you can stay with, or something?" He spoke, once more, the urgent tone still lingering in his voice. "Yeah... but it's quite a bit away..." the man clicked his tongue. "Im Ty, known as Tricking Ty. Your Y/N and you need to make a run for it there. I know someone who loves to kill on these nights." Your mouth hung open. "You may want to run!" He giggled, skipping the opposite way of Matt's house. You did exactly as he said. You ran.