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Prologue

"S-SOMEONE HELP ME!" The sound of screams and loud footsteps echoed throughout the empty school. A teen girl runs into the storage room slamming the door behind her. She covers her mouth with her trembling hands as tears run down her face. Slow footsteps stop in front of the storage door. The door is slammed open and a teen male steps in with a sinister smile. "Found you~"

A few feet outside the gym a black teen sluggishly walks down the path. 'That bitch I can't believe I was dumb enough to leave my phone behind' The male thinks to himself as he walks up the steps and into the big gymnasium. Pulling out his sister's phone he checks the location one last time. 'Huh it's in the storage room..ha dumb bitch I found my phone' He grins and triumphantly waltz's over to the door and swings it open. His grin fades into a straight line and he raises a single eyebrow.

Dark brown eyes clash with (e/c) eyes as the two males stand in silence. After a few seconds, the black teen was the first to speak. "Ah sorry I was just looking for my phone." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and laughs dryly. The other male says nothing and watches the other teen dig in a basketball pin. Suddenly the teen jumps up in excitement and shouts. "Ha! My sweet sweet innocent phone. I'm glad I found you. That bitch couldn't separate us forever." The teen turns around and examines the other. "Uh, you do know that you're covered in paint right?" "...yes." "Oh wow, you do speak. Anyways I'm gonna get going so uh have fun I guess."

The black teen leaves the (s/c) teen alone in the storage room. 'He really didn't notice the body? Or the pool of blood? What an idiot' The male's eyes trail down to his dead victim. 'That guy...maybe he's different'

Outside the school, the black teen smiles down at his phone as he walks home. He thinks back to the storage room. 'Was that really paint or blood? Hmm...Nah no one is dumb enough to kill at school.' He shrugs his shoulders and continues to walk home.