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The Fourth Proxy

A CreepyPasta Story Idea

~Narrator POV~

Flames roiled and roared amongst the ruins of an old Victorian house. Shambles of furniture that had been swallowed by the flame smoldered in the dying embers. A broken picture frame showing a family of three, a man, a woman, and a teenage girl with her dog. The parent's faces were burnt off, singed with soot and no longer recognizable, but the young girl's face was clear. A crack ran over her face, but her features were visible in the orange, flickering light. A stoic, fox-like face, with cold, almond shaped, fern colored eyes and long, straight black hair. A small grey and black husky pup sat on her lap, her cerulean eyes boring holes into the camera, her lips pulled back in a slight snarl. The girl's hand was gently curled up in its fur. The girls parents hands rested on her shoulders, the family was a picture of sophistication and wealth. Footsteps can be heard, crushing the smoldering embers. Large, steel-toed boots crush the remnants of the frame as they pass, the flames unconcerning to them. A dark chuckle follows as they walk deeper into the house, passing two burnt lumpy figures that lay close to each other. "Bye bye mommy and daddy~" a girl cooed, the figure stopping in front of the mounds. An awful smell, the smell of burning flesh wafted from it. The figure wore black jeans and a black motorcycle jacket, long black hair tied up and out of their face. Thin, black leather gloves covered its hands, and covering its face was a solid black wooden mask, no holes or anything. It's hand lifted up and pulled the mask off, revealing the daughter from the picture, only a year or two older. A smirk lay on her cold, emotionless face, soon turning into a sneer. "Angel, come!" She snapped, lifting the mask back up to her face. In the distance, sirens wailed. The black and grey husky trotted up to her, following close to her heels as she left the ruins and slipped into the inky darkness of the forest beyond.

Breaking News! Notorious killer: The Ravager has been caught! Sentenced to a lifetime in Manhattan Mental Institute after found guilty of several murders using various weapons including: fire, knife, rope and most commonly: a chainsaw. Her dog, Angel has yet to be caught so we stress extreme caution. Today's weather-

An armored transport bus tumbled down a highway, inside sat six guards and The Ravager. Her gaunt, emotionless face was covered with her mask, the straight jacket and chains restricting all movement. The guards watched her warily, but she didn't move. Her mask had been attempted to be removed, but she had lashed out for the first time after her apprehension when they did that. Two of the guards shared a look, shifting uncomfortably in their seats and adjusting their guns. It started as a soft giggle, before she folded over, caught up in a fit of insane laughter. "Shut up!" One of the guards shouted, standing up, but she continued laughing until she was gasping for air. Water dripped our from beneath the edge of her mask. As soon as the fit had started, she straightened and the rest of the ride was filled with stoic, uncomfterable silence. Even as they moved her from the van and into her secured cell, she did not resist. White, padded walls surrounded her, but all she did was sit and stare at the backside of her mask. Eventually a therapist came in to see her. "Ms. Jackson?" He called, clutching his clipboard in one hand. His chest was swollen with ego as he looked down upon her. She gave no indication that she was listening. "Ms. Jackson? Hello, I am your therapist, Mr. Tanner. I'm here to help you get better! Now why don't we start with taking that mask off, why don't we?" He asked, his hands creeping towards the edges of the mask. A dark chuckle issued from behind the mask, and she slowly shook her head.