*Gory Descriptions

Ah, New York City. A place not as bad as it's reputation proceeds it, but don't take as saying that there's actually no crime what-so-ever in this city. This place still has it's world of problems, one of which is the fact that big cities attract people with both good and evil intentions. You won't be able to tell at first glance, but not everyone is as they seem, and some have to keep even their strongest believes in the dark, usually because they are dark, so don't let that sound all oppressed. But anyway, the writing isn't going to be all 'commentary from the narrator' for most of this, so lets get to the actual story. 

"What do you mean, you haven't seen her? She said she was going with you." A college football player, Andy Hoffman, talks to one of his teammates and friends on the phone in a frustratingly stressed voice. His sister is not home yet, and it's been an hour past the curfew they've unanimously agreed on. 

"Nah man, I haven't seen her at all tonight." His friend, Tommy, tells him with a mental shrug, seemingly more chill tone. "Are you gonna call the cops again? You know she does this kind of thing, like, once a week." 

"That doesn't make it any better..." Andy mutters, tossing a Hot pocket into the microwave. He then starts pacing around the kitchen, where he accidently stubs his whole leg against his freezer. "Shit..." He curses before slamming it shut, wondering why he had to get the apartment with a crooked bottom freezer. 

"You have to gotten use to this by now, right? Do you think she's making some secret visits somewhere?" Tommy suggests, and Andy feels a little uncomfortable by the suggestive tone he puts on that sentence and the theory that follows. "You think she's got a boyfriend?" 

"If she does, she has a bad way of hiding it." Andy comments, anxiously glancing at the front door. "Maybe I should put on a secret camera in her jacket so I can see where she goes every time she disappears on me." 

"Uh oh, protective big bro has turned into protective stalker big bro." Tommy quips with a chuckle, making Andy have to roll his eyes at him. "You know, maybe if you didn't have Quinn in that apartment with you all the time, she would be more inclined to stay."

"Shut up." Andy replies with a unamused voice as Tommy chuckles some more. He then hears the sound of a window opening and closing, prompting him to speed-walk over to his sister's room. However, as he quickly opens the door and turns the lights on, he finds not a single soul inside, causing him to sigh. "Dude, I think I'm starting to imagine her once again failing to sneak back in, in my head." 

"Sounds like you should wire a bell to that thing, then you can check to see if it's your sister or Zach Sandford." Tommy jokingly advises, to which Andy forms another unamused expression on his face. When glancing at his phone, he sees that his phone's on call waiting and the cell is coming from his sister's phone number.

"Speak of the goblin, I'll call you back." Andy tells him before quickly hanging him his current call to answer the new one ringing. "Maya, hey, where the heck are you-

"Hello there." A stranger's voice emits from the other end instead, causing Andy to pause his pacing as a bad feeling retches in his gut. "Is this Mary's family on the phone?" The stranger queries, seemingly hoping he's called the right contact. 

"Who the fuck is this?" Andy quickly interrogates the other person on the phone, his brain already going through the many ideas of how he got it, both good and bad. 

"One of your sister's friends, she seems to have passed out after.... having one too many drinks. And, well, she didn't exactly tell me her address before vomiting on the street and practically shutting down in my car." The stranger explains, in a much more casual voice then even the chilliest would use in the situation they say they're in. "I'm afraid I'm going to need some, uh.... directions."

"Goodness gracious..." Andy mutters, rubbing his face with his free hand. This is why he acts the way he does, even when his sister hates it, because she keeps getting into situations like this. "Alright, so look up-" 

A loud thud in his apartment, causes him to pause mid-sentence as he snaps his head towards the noise. "Hello?" The stranger asks after hearing him go dead silent all of a sudden. "Is everything good over there?" 

"Yeah, yeah..." Andy responds, snapping out of his trance as he feels as though that sound felt too real and loud to be his mind playing tricks. "Um, look up Greenwich Village, and you'll find the apartment." He instructs while walking over to investigate the noise that just erupted. 

"Okay, give me a second..." The stranger says as he seemingly begins typing it away on the app he's using for maps. "Ah, we're not actually that far, I should be pulling up in about ten minutes." The stranger happily informs him. 

"Really?" Andy questions before he opens up his bedroom door, a little surprised at how close they are. Mary usually goes farther than that when she sneaks away for a party or whatever new thing she does. He wonders what he's going to do with her car, assuming the stranger is driving it in as they speak. "Cool, let me know when you're in the parking lot, and I'll text you the-"

"Wait, don't hang up." The stranger pleads upon getting the hint that he was about to, causing Andy to raise a confused brow. "I want to talk to you for a second." 

"Why?"

"Your sister said some things about you while we were hanging out." The stranger mentions, which makes Andy wonder on what she said that got this man so interested. "She said you love movies.... scary movies. Child's play, Babysitter.... Stab." The stranger references.

"Yeah, well, who doesn't?" Andy remarks, mentally waving it off. He turns back to his bedroom where the noise from earlier came from. "I'm not really in a geeky mood, if you don't mind. Sister M.I.A and all that." He also tells the stranger, hoping he would take the hint without it making him seem like an ass. 

"Aww, don't be like that." The stranger playfully comments, despite Andy not being in the most joking of moods at the moment. "I think you and I could become good friends..." 

"Look, just please focus on driving so you don't..." Andy's about to encourage the stranger to keep his eyes on the road until he finally enters his room and sees a sight that's very unnatural for any apartment to have. His bed's sheets have been tossed onto the floor, so the rest of it can be coated and stained with a very disturbing about of blood, pig's blood to be exact. "What the fuck?"

He only has a few seconds before someone creeps up and knocks him over the head, knocking him old cold.

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Two Hours Later:

Cold, everything is now cold, at least that's what Andy notices while his eyes blink back to life. He awakes to find himself in a very dark room, maybe something similar to a basement, but the fact that there's a window on one of the walls indicates otherwise. Actually, now that he does a double-take, he realizes that this is still his room.

His kidnapper, wearing a black cloak, gloves, hood, and boots, turns around to see that he's finally come to after he tied up his hands and feet and put him in the chair. Andy sees him pick up a hunting knife from the drawer and walk over to him. 

"Tell me, Andy, have you ever experienced a horror movie before?" The stranger questions in a voice that Andy recognizes very well from the Stab movie series. The he stands over and looks down at him lets Andy know who's in charge of the situation he has now found himself in. 

"What the fuck is this? What's going on?" Andy questions, surprised to see that his mouth hasn't been duct taped or anything like that. The intruder quickly puts his free hand over his mouth and drives the knife into his stomach, causing him to let out a pained, muffled scream under their glove. 

"I asked you a question, not very nice to swear at your guests." The stranger criticizes before slowly, and painfully sliding the knife of his stomach, letting him feel the blade tickle his inner skin before removing it. "You never told me your favorite scary movie?" 

"Fuck you." Andy angrily swears in his face, earning him another impalement in his shoulder. He screams in pain as the stranger twists the knife around a little bit, making a fleshly cranking sound before abruptly pulling it out. 

"That's another in the swear jar..." The stranger quips as he hovers is knife over Andy, slowly taking the tip and brushing his neck with it. "You're such a strong man for your family, Andy, too bad it'll mean nothing once I'm done with you....."

"What do you want from me?" Andy questions in a sad, pathetic voice. The stranger watches him wince before pulling the blade back towards him, seemingly watching as if brainstorming for more twisted ideas for his new victim.

"I am just a very lonely man, who finds the world so pointless and soulless, that he's found out that the simple pleasures are just pathetic to what life is truly about." The stranger tells him, now pretty much speaking his mind to his unfortunate victim. "For example, why do we find ourselves so attracted to the aspects of social media? Was it truly because of the connection? Or was it the fact that we could finally act the way we wanted behind screens, and nobody could ever see our true faces? Like the kids at the well." The killer goes on. "That way, nobody could see who it was that insulted the other for a different opinion, maybe about a movie, or a video game, or maybe other people? In fact, that's the power it gives us. We backlash, criticize and shit talk anyone we like as long as it's under our usernames."

"You're sick.... In the entire head, you're sick." Andy utters out, despite the pain he now feels in his torso as tingles of the red crimson pour out of his knew, freshly cut wounds. The stranger watches, seemingly admiring his poor stare before casually circling around till he's right behind where he's sitting, still above him like a grim reaper about to take a new soul.

"Maybe..... but I least I know what I am, and embraced it. I've even gone over my post-reveal monologue in my head for when I'm eventually caugth. Oh, how fun that will be~" The stranger maunders, seemingly prideful of what he's become and what he's doing. He teasingly cuts Andy's arm in a very slow manner, causing Andy to wince as he squeals against his teeth. It never seems to leave, as the stranger continues to sadistically torture him. Andy is now too afraid to speak, feeling as if any word might encourage the psycho's kicks. "Now, what to do with you...." He mumbles as he plays with his knife.

"Mary...." Andy whimpers out, causing the stranger to curiously tilt his head at him.

"Oh, you're still worried about your little sister?" The stranger teasingly asks upon noticing what he's trying to say. He glances at his bloody knife, tiny drops tickling the guy's head.

"Mary.... where is she?" Andy pleadingly asks in bitter despair, seemingly worried one of the only family members he has left. The stranger turns and walks over to a drawer that's out of Andy's vision, grabbing something that lays on the top.

"Right here." The stranger says before lightly tossing something onto his lap. Andy can't grab it, but one good look at it, and he eventually realizes..... that it's his sister's decapitated head, her expression still frozen in terror in her last moments.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

With one swift swipe, the stranger cuts Andy's throat, leaving him to gag on his own blood as it rains down on Mary's decapitated head, staining it even further. After a few seconds of watching, the killer eventually sees the man's lights slowly go out right before his jugular runs out of any more blood to spew out. He then tilts his head one last time before wiping the blood off his knife. 

However, he's not done yet.

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A couple hours, one of which involved a call from the killer themself as they explained who was murdered and where the bodies were, Detective Wayne Bailey is brought to a very bloody scene. 

At first, the apartment looks to be perfectly normal from both outside the windows to the front door. The living room is all clean and dandy, the bathroom only has a little yellow in the toilet bowl, the hallway looks clear, and the lights are all off, so you'd think someone was sleeping. However, upon entering one of the bedrooms, you see a whole different story. 

Inside is a male, looking to be around a collage student's age, forcibly tied to a wooden chair in front of his own bed. His throat is slit, both of his arms have cut at least a dozen times each, and there's three stab wounds in his torso. 

He's not the only one, a girl lays down strapped down to the bed itself, her head missing as it's disturbingly residing in the male victim's lap. Each corpse is almost covered head to toe in their own blood. It's one bloody affair.

However, Wayne is less bothered about the crime scene itself, and more about how close it is to Blackmore University. Getting an ID of the victim, this Andy Hoffman was a football player at that collage. Killing a victim like this would be very risky for a serial killer unless they wanted extreme attention.... like they were planning to add more to their count. Like Andy's famous teammate, and practically best friend on the field, Chad Meeks....

He needs to find this killer before he becomes a roadblock in his plan....

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