Killer's POV (This contains violent scenes. if uncomfortable, then skip to the next POV)

Slipping through the night unnoticed. Going down the hall to the green pod. Slithering through the benches and couches. Being very silent, he slips inside a room that he has no idea who it is.

Crawling inside, he goes up to where he sleeps peacefully. Taking out the butcher knife, rope, and cloth, he sticks the cloth in his mouth wrapping the rope around his head to hold the cloth, in case he wakes up and starts screaming. He then takes the butcher knife and cuts his leg, blood leaking onto the ground. He wakes up in pain, trying to scream for help. Luckily, the cloth is too deep in his mouth that he can't scream loud, or make any noise.

"Shhh. Don't worry, it only takes a few more cuts." he whispered. He raised the knife and brought it down into his stomach. The blood spilled on the couch and onto the floor. A massive puddle of blood on the floor. Blood is everywhere and it's a massive mess.

Taking the knife and raising it in the air once more, like he said. He is running out of breath, very slow breaths. Bringing the knife down into his chest once again, but stabbing his heart. Watching Taking the butcher knife putting it in his belt. He untied the rope and took the cloth and rope and stuffing it in his belt. The one that construction workers use for their tools, except his is black instead of beige. 

Scanning the body over, he felt happy with his work. 

His work of art.

Smiling at his work of art, he finds that his job here is done.

Walking back to the door, he turned around once again, scanning the scene before saying, "good night Alan."

He closed the door silently and walked out of the pod, slipping through without a single noise. Exiting the pod, he sees the door closing to the music room.

Smiling, he nodded his head.

Perfect.

Kyra's POV

I slip in the music room without being noticed. I really want to know what happened to these two kids that slept here. I also want to be prepared for what these weeks will bring. Closing the door quietly, I walk a bit further in and wait. I wait and wait. After a few minutes it didn't happen, so I turned around walking back to the door, disappointed. Before I turn the knob, I hear a scream and turn around. There it's a horrifying scene. Two kids are being split open and letting the blood spill out.

Then they fly up to have ropes being used. Their necks are wrapped around, hanging there. The screams faded and there left hanging are two lifeless bodies. I couldn't imagine the horror at the time, but it didn't scare me terribly, but still gave me a shock.

"That gives me inspiration for my next kill."

I turn around, not recognizing the voice, standing there at the entrance a figure, wearing all black, even the face is covered. All I know is that it's a male. Could tell by the voice, but didn't know who's. Scared, I backed away slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Wh-who ar-are y-you?"

"Why are you stumbling over your words?"

I didn't speak. "I'm the famous killer. Now, why are you up at this time of night?"

Slowly backing away, I think he noticed because he started walking towards me, picking up the pace. There was another door that led to the green pod. Still walking towards me, I was in shock and ran to the other door. "Why are you running from me?" he called.

I tugged at the door, trying to get it open. He came from behind me and swung me around to face him. "Why? I'm not going to hurt you." he said. I could tell that he wouldn't but with a killer, who knows? I kept looking away every second. Then I made a run for it, hitting him to break an escape. He managed to get to me when I was out the door of the music room. He wrapped his right hand onto my mouth and the other around both my arms and waist. Struggling, he dragged me into the gym. In the process, I could taste the blood on his glove. I tried to become free, but his strength tightened when I struggled. Going to one of the rooms full of junk, he threw me on the ground and closed the door behind him, taking a hockey stick and locked the door. I backed into the wall, tears streaming down my face. He came closer to me, I went back into the nearest corner, hugging myself. I thought I was going to die. He kneeled down to where I was at eye level. He took off his bloody glove to wipe away the tears.

Surprised, I sat there in shock. "Pl-please d-d-don't hurt m-me."

"Now why would I do that?"

Standing up, he placed the glove back on his hand. I'm looking up at him. "You're not?"

"No, at least not now. I've already made my kill for tonight."

Towering down at me, I didn't try standing up since my whole body was shaking. "Who did you say you were again? The killer?"

"No, I'm Spider-man."

I knew he was being sarcastic. "Yes of course I'm the killer, what else would I be?"

Warm tears rolled down my face still. He held out his hand for me to take. For a minute, I hesitated, then grabbed on to it, feeling the warm, slimy blood. I flinched from the feeling of blood. He grabbed my hand and yanked me up as I pushed myself into the wall. He is taller than me, by three inches I would say. "Now, I'm going to ask you this one more time. What are you doing up at this time of night?"

"I . . . just couldn't sleep and thought that I would take a walk around, then I heard faint screams in the music room."

I'm partly right.

"Okay. Like I said, I won't hurt you now. But you can't mention this to anyone, or I will kill you. Got it?"

I nodded. "Don't be scared, you can trust me for a bit. I won't hurt you."

"I'm not scared." I say with false confidence. "Right, you're 'not scared.'" the killer mimicked with quotation marks with his fingers. He shook his head in disapproval. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

He stared me down like I did something wrong. I could tell from the hidden face he covered with his hood and bacalva, he's giving me the death stare. "Look, I've got to get back to bed, I'm really tired."

"If you're tired, you shouldn't have gotten up in the middle of the night."

"Shut up."

"Now why would you talk to a killer like that? Do you want yourself killed?" he raised a knife in the process. "You said, and I quote, 'I won't hurt you, at least not now. I've already made my kill.'"

"I know." he lowered the knife and placed it in his belt. "Can I go free?"

Not responding. "Hello." I waved a hand in front of his unknown face. "Okay if you're not going to answer . . . '' I will leave."

Waiting a few seconds, he didn't move so I started for the door. Walking out of the gym, I head to my room, this odd hunch that I'm being followed. I glance behind me as I step into the pod, no one's there. I wonder if the killer has moved and gone back to his room? As soon as I stepped into my room, something felt off. The door slammed automatically, locking. I turn to see the killer, my heart beating faster and faster. "Shhh." Trying to calm me down isn't going to work. My breathing got heavier and heavier every step he took, a step closer to me. Moving backwards, crashing into the tables. Catching myself on two tables before I fell. Once at the lockers, I stayed as far back as I could. He came closer and closer. Soon enough, our faces were inches apart. I couldn't scream, my voice disappeared. Gone. Vanished. I'm scared as hell as I don't know what he will do. "Why would you try to run away from me? From the killer?"

Tears took over my eyes, leaving trails of wetness as they slid down my cheeks. "Don't cry, just answer my question."

"I'm sorry, it's just . . . you didn't answer me."

Instead of staring at me with the death stare, he just laughed it off. Raising his hands, he put them both on the counter, trapping me. Calming down, he tilted his head like he didn't understand. "You are so gullible."

"Umm . . ."

"Okay, I'm going to go now, get some rest, as you should do the same."

He continued to the door, opening and turning around for one last thing. "Remember, don't tell anyone about me."

Then he left, closing the door. I thought that was the end of him, but I was wrong. Totally wrong.