****Merry Christmas and happy holidays friends! ****

September 21st, 2005
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There have now been EIGHT bodies connected to the Red Devil Killer. If you have any information that will prove useful, please call the local police tip line.

The Tv is blaring.

"(Y/N). Are you seeing this? There's been another body found recently. Well... what was left of a body anyway." Kira points at the TV, angling her body to yours.

It has been a few days since Kira has come to stay with you. Currently, she's sitting on the couch in her PJ's shoveling popcorn into her mouth. It was movie night, and you were in the kitchen making more popcorn.

"Uh... yeah." You respond half heartedly, attention more on the popcorn you're currently seasoning.

Kira speaks up again, mouth full. "I can't believe they haven't found any evidence or anything. This has been going on for months now, the dude is bound to make a mistake."

You sit down next to her, popcorn bowl in hand. "Well it's kinda hard when there's literally two working police officers." You grab a handful and pop it into your mouth. "This town is so tiny. It's kind of a shame they can't hire anyone else."

"Hm. Yeah." Kira shifts through the movie DVDs. "What're we feeling tonight? Kill Bill? 50 First Dates?" Kira gasps and pulls out a DVD. "Ooh! 13 going on 30?"

"That's fine with me."

"Sweet!" Kira pops the DVD in and makes her way over to the couch. "This is one of my favorites."

"Me too."

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The movie is nearly over, with both you and Kira sound asleep next to each other. The only sound is the slight noise of the movie and Kira's quiet snoring next to you. That being said, a huge bang wakes you up immediately, jolting up from your position.

What the hell....

The bang happens again, sending you flying off the couch in surprise. Kira wakes up too, snorting. "mmm.. what is ... that awful noise..."

You turn to her, shaking her shoulders a bit. "Kira. Wake up."

She is fully awake now. She rubs her eyes, looking at you. "Huh?"

"Did you hear that? The bang?"

"M... yeah." Kira stretches a bit. "Maybe it's the wind?"

BANG!

It sounds much closer this time, startling the both of you. You stand up, carefully and slowly navigating around the couch. It sounds like it's coming from your room. You slowly navigate to the kitchen and grab a rolling pin.

Kira gets up, standing behind you. "Um... did someone break in?" She whispers, grabbing your arm.

"I don't know. Follow me and be quiet."

Kira simply nods as she follows you down the hall to your room. You clutch the rolling pin, knuckles turning white. So far, you hadn't heard the bang again.

You turn the corner into your room, waving around the rolling pin. "AAAHH!!!"

....

"There's nothing." Kira sighs in relief. She comes up behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"

You turn around to face her. "Yeah I'm-" your face pales and you look up.

"What?" Kira asks. She eyes your terrified expression and slowly turns around to see what you're looking at.

"oh."

It's him again. The Killer. The air is stagnant as the three of you stand there eyeing each other. Suddenly, Kira reacts.

She swiftly kicks him in the stomach, making him double over in pain. She grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room, running into the living room. He followed you both.

You gulp. "Why are you here again? For revenge?"

Kira looks at you. "Again? (Y/N) what do you mean? He's been in your house before?"

The killer looks at both of you, but then his cyan eyes settle on yours.

He opens his mouth to speak. "Did you know... the largest organ in your body is your skin?"

He has a deep southern accent. He reminds you of Bob in that moment. Terrified, you stand in front of Kira, holding out the rolling pin.

He looks at it. "HAHAHA! What're you gonna do? BAKE ME?!"

And at that, you quickly bring the rolling pin down on his head twice. Grabbing Kira's hand, you rush to the front door and open it, running out.

What the fuck? Why is he back again? And why does he sound like-

You feel Kira's hand swiftly being yanked from yours. "Ahh! (Y/N)!" You turn around, seeing her in the Devil's grip. He's grinning, holding a knife up to her throat. Your face pales, and you stop in your tracks, staring at him. Kira whimpers, clearly terrified.

You hold your hands up. "Please don't hurt her. Please." You beg, tears spilling from your eyes. "She's my sister. Please."

Bob is a bit taken aback by your sudden teary outburst. He's never seen you cry before, and a gut wrenching feeling courses through his stomach. He loosens his grip on Kira, giving her the opportunity to leave. She yanks herself from him, running over to you and collapsing on the ground - terrified.

Now you're both staring at him, waiting for his next move.

Suddenly, Bob launches himself towards you now. Not getting a chance to comprehend what is happening, he grabs you and slings you over his shoulder.

Kira screams "HEY! Let them go!!"

You kick and punch all the while, Bob's grip tightening on your body. You try to turn to Kira. "Go get the police! They're down the street and to the left! Hurry!"

"No! He'll kill you!"

You just continue to squirm. "JUST GO!"

Kira stands up quickly, taking one last look at your restrained body. She turns, running down the street.

You continue to kick and punch, making Bob grunt in frustration. Soon enough, he's tired of your struggling. He maneuvers you to the ground, still restraining you.

He doesn't look at your face as he raises his fist and punches you in the head, knocking you out cold.

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You groan, waking up to a severe headache. You try and feel your forehead for blood, but your arms are tied behind your back. Your legs are tied as well, making it difficult for you to move. Taking in your surroundings, you look around. You're in a dark room, the walls decaying and smelling of mildew. You're currently laid down on a broken mattress, one of the springs pressing into your back.

Your head is pounding. Did he seriously knock you out last night?

.... That's rude.

Then again... he is a murderer. You're shocked you're still alive. Is Kira okay? Is he going to dismember you? Eat your body parts?

Suddenly the situation you're in sinks in. Oh. You're really going to die this time. You begin to cry softly, tears cascading down your cheeks.

"Why're you cryin'?"

You look up. The devil is back, standing over your small form brandishing a knife.

He kneels down. "Hm? Why the tears?" He cocks his head a bit and runs the side of the knife across your cheek, cutting you. You hiss and try to press your body as far up against the wall as you can.

Blood runs down your cheek, now mixing with your tears.

You look at him. "...are you going to kill me?"

He chuckles a little, big grin still on his face. "Oh no. You're much too useful."

Then, he grabs your face with his hands, turning you toward him. He gets his face close to yours, and you can feel his breath as he heavily breathes over your face.

Then, he does something that truly disgusts you.

Bringing your face towards his, he runs his tongue along your fresh cut, licking the blood. You shutter, trying not to gag as you feel his tongue on your face.

He pulls away, still looking at you.

You grimace. "You're a monster."

At that, he lets go of your face and stands up. He turns, walking out of the room and slamming the door.

You sit there, bewildered. He really is a cannibal, huh? He licked up your blood like your face was a fucking popsicle.

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You're cold. And you have no idea how long you've been here. Hours? Days? Who knows.

A loud clang wakes you up from your cold stupor. What's he doing now? Preparing tools for your dismemberment?

Suddenly, the door swings open, and you're met with a similar face.

"...Bob?"

He's standing in the doorway, looking utterly disheveled. His hair is messy, and he's breathing hard. He quickly looks your way. "(Y/N)!"

He quickly walks over to you, kneeling down. He begins to untie your restraints. "Are you alright? Kira told me you went missing."

"She did?"

"Yes. Her and the police have been looking for you for hours." He unties the last restraint.

You look up at him. "Bob."

"Yeah?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"I've seen this place while takin' walks. It always looked a bit suspicious." He let's go of the rope. "Just a hunch I guess."

You smile slightly. "A good hunch. Thank you."

Bob looks at you, seeing the remaining fear still in your eyes. He feels bad for scaring you, but it was ultimately a good decision. Now you're even closer to him then before. The fact that he put you though this is something he hopes he'll never have to confess to. It was simply for selfish reasons.

"Can I go home now?" You ask, pulling at his sleeve.

He smiles. Next thing you know, his arms are wrapped around your torso in a hug. You're shocked at first, but after a few seconds you hug him back. He smells good, like cinnamon, and is incredibly warm.

You stroke his hair in habit. "Thank you for saving me."

"I'm glad you're okay." He mumbles into your shirt.

"Me too."

He lets go of you, gently grabbing your hand and helping you stand. "Okay. Let's get out of here before he comes back." You nod as he leads you out the front door.

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"And then he sliced me. Like this." You make a slicing motion near your bandaged cheek.

It's currently 5:43 AM. You're in the police station yet again, getting an interview. Jack and John look at you, nodding and taking notes.

"And after slicing me, he licked the blood off my face."

Jack grimaces and gives you a sympathetic look. John simply takes another drag of his cigarette. "Did he do anything else?"

You shake your head. "No. After that, I told him that he's a monster. Then he stood up and just left."

John eyes you. "Any other details you think might prove useful? His appearance maybe?"

You bring your hand up to your chin in thought. "Well Um... he was very tall, and fat. Oh, and he had a southern accent."

John sighs, closing his notebook. "Okay, thank you again (Y/N). I'm sure you're tired." He stands up, cracking his back. You and Jack stand up as well.

Jack looks at you. "You need a ride home?"

You smile. "No, that's okay. Bob and Kira are waiting for me."

"Oh yeah."

As you walk out of the interrogation room, Jack grabs your shoulder gently. You turn around, raising your eyebrows.

"Jack? You okay?"

Jack lets go of your shoulder. "Uh... yeah. Just be safe, (Y/N). And sleep well."

You smile. "Thank you."

You turn away, walking down the hall. You can't believe you were attacked by the same man twice. Let alone surviving...

Suddenly, you're attacked with a hug by Kira. She has been extremely attached to you ever since you were kidnapped. You don't blame her.

"Are you okay? What did they say?"

You sigh. "Not much. Just asked me questions about what he did... and what he looked like."

Bob is here too, and he puts his hand on your shoulder. "Ready to go home darlin?'"

"m yeah. I'm exhausted."

All three of you walk out of the police station, you in between Kira and Bob.

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John sips his coffee, sifting through multiple patient files. "I think we should look into that Bob guy."

Jack looks up. "Huh? The one that runs Boys and Grills? Why do you think that?"

"Don't you see?" John asks, eyeing a victim's file. "Everything that (Y/N) told us earlier. His body type, voice..." John sips his coffee again. "I just think we should look into it. Could just be a coincidence but... it would be good to check anyways."

Jack takes a bite of his bagel. "Okay. I agree."

And the night goes on, getting warmer as the sun slowly rises.

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