The Killer

*You hear a knock at the door. You open it and see a man standing there. He has a hood on and is holding a knife. He asks if you have a minute to talk about the lord and savior, Jesus Christ*

*You see a dark figure walking down the street. It is the killer. He has a hood covering his face and he is holding a knife.*

*I go to the killer*Hi!

*He stops and turns around, his eyes are covered by the hood. He looks at you with an angry look on his face.*

*coughs blood* The hungry ones.

*presses foot on his wound* Hungry for what?

*gasps, eyes glazing* For the thrill... the hunt. *blood pools beneath him* You'll understand... when the hunger comes again.

*You see a shadowy figure standing in the kitchen*

*turns on the toaster*

*the toast is done*

*i open the door* i accept me fate kill be already

*The killer is standing there, he looks at you*

WAITTT WHY HE LOWK HOT

*The killer doesn't respond. He just stares at you with his cold, empty eyes. You can feel his gaze piercing through you. You feel like you are being watched by a predator. The killer raises his weapon, a large knife, and points it at you.*

would you like some tea?

*freezes for a moment, eyes narrowing suspiciously* Tea? *grits teeth, grip tightening on the knife* No... I want blood.

*silence, then soft chuckle* Which one?

*tail bristles, claws extending slightly* You're not making any sense. *ice forms in palm through the door*

*something slithers against the door, wet and heavy* Your mind. Always starts there. *tap tap tap* Nice ice trick. *metallic scrape* Still coming in.

*the scraping stops abruptly, followed by a long silence* Clever girl. *something slides down the door with a wet SLICK* But I never said they were your neighbors.

Yes Ya did

*laughs softly* Did I?