January 10th, the night were quiet and everything seem to look peaceful, anyone is none the wiser of what is even going on in the middle of the night at some back alley.

A young man, no older than 20 was running down that said alley sweat dripping from his face and his breath already rugged from all his running.

Fear was embedded on his face, clearly running away from whatever horrors that is chasing him in the darkness of this time of hour.

His foot steps echoe through the night.

"Help me!"he screamed at the top of his lungs,"help me! Somebody's trying to kill me!"he shouted again.

He was growing tired and no matter how much he shouted, nobody seems to hear him, screaming and pleading for anybody to hear him.

Then it happened, one marble ball suddenly roll out of nowhere and had not seen it, the young man slip because of it.

*Thud!*

He fell to the ground, landing on his back causing him to hiss in pain.

He didn't had a time to even do more than just hiss when he hear those light footsteps.

But they weren't coming from behind him, it was coming from the front. It approaches him. The young man was too scared to even looked up but his eyes caught sight of those blood covered boots.

The young man knows he was shaking, even peeing his pants in said fear.

The owner of the boots stop in front of him, he was breathing heavily while the figure in front is silent.

So silent.

Dead silent.

Then he reached out, to the figure in a shaky voice begging.

"Please...don't k-"

*Slash!*

*Splash!*

He felt nothing, at first, then his eyes went wide looking at his hand now gone and blood splatter everywhere.

He screamed in agony laying back on the ground in pain, clenching his amputated hand while tears stream down his face.

*Giggles*"You're IT"

There was silences,

Then muffled screams,

There was silences again,

A figure wearing a yellow raincoat exit the dark alley, blood staining her. She threw the butchers knife to the side before making a turn to the left and walking away from the crime back at the alley.

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The next day

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It was a noisy day but all people could talk about is the news report about last night's crime.

"What's with handsome guys dying left'n right?"Hilda leaned on her desk, resting her face on her hand.

"20 years old male died from excessive blood lost, it's like the killer wants the dude to die in the most painful way."Agatha response having looked up the victims mutilated body.

Clair didn't look up from the game she is playing on her phone but she is listening to what they are talking about.

The male victim from last night, name is John Carlos. Half Asian guy, still good looking, he goes to the same college as they do and is considered one of the most soughted guy in the campus.

Though Clair didn't find him that much appealing. She does find the killers way of murdering it's victims interesting. Not that she approved of it but she does find it interesting to how most killers have fun torturing their victims before killing them.

Clair continued to play on her phone but still listening to her friends conversation.

But something move from the corners of her eyes and it had Hilda and Agatha going quiet, cutting their conversation short and starting at the figure that had walked passed her.

That got Clair to look up and saw it was just none other than, Iris.

Quiet girl, maybe too quiet for her own good, always wearing that yellow cardigan over her school uniform, Clair could guess that she wears it to hide those bandages that she could still catch glimpse underneath those sleeves.

Iris especially has that patch on her cheek, clearly something happened but nobody wanna ask.

"Weirdo."Hilda muttered.

"Shut up Hilda, she isn't even doing anything to you."Agatha scolded the brunette, though she agreed with her, she just choose to keep her thoughts to herself.

"It's true though, she's weird and stink like bleach."Hilda scowl.

"You stink of perfume did we complain."Agatha said. Hilda rolled her eyes at her and decided to open up another topic.

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The begin to end, students begin to exit the school while most stayed to clean their classroom. Clair was one of the students who stayed behind, having been assigned as one of the cleaners, Clair begin to pickup the trash and putting them in the bean.

*Slid*

The door opened, grabbing Clair's attention. She turned to look and saw Iris entering, Clair stared at her, for just a moment, examining her not noticing that she had paused midway to what she is doing.

Iris seem not to noticed her, or just choose not too and walked towards her bag. She grabbed it from under her desk and begin to turn around and walk towards the door.

Clair watched her go. No words exchange. Just staring.

*Shut*

The door close behind Iris, leaving Clair on her own in the room. Clair noticing she had work to do, continue picking up the trash and put them inside the bin.

Once done she removed the trash bag out the bin and tied it close, Clair exit the classroom, carrying her bag along as she make her way to the school's burner.

She has to pass by the school's storage as it's where the school's burner is located.

And as she reached her stop, Clair paused, eyes wide in shock to what she had just witnessed.

There standing, stained in red, a body lying lifeless on the ground with the same red pooling beneath them and she who is stained in red holding a rock on hand also covered in red, is Iris.

Her dull blue eyes staring at her with that killing intent. Clair is petrified on the spot, cant able to move from her place.

Her eyes were darting from the dead body and Iris. Clair could feel her heart raised, like something caught in her throat that she can't speak at all, let along scream.

And as she blink, Iris was no in front of her and the next thing she knows everything faded all to black.