 Nice To Meet You, Killer 

 Prologue 

. . The mist swirled around the open air, a gentle breeze gracing the approaching night. A dark unsettled blue painted the night air; a black hawk circling the surrounding woods.

. . The girl lay between the dark skeleton trees, shadows bouncing around her - as if they were dancing for the nonchalant girl. The shadowed silhouettes twisted and stretched; the deformed figures performing the traditional melody.

. . Still, the girl lay there motionlessly. Her small frame was spread out across the bed of overgrown grass whilst thorns pricked her pale skin, causing faint lines of crimson to appear. Her pale lifeless skin was food to the hungry grass; strands of green wrapping around her crooked body. The young girl lay out of place in the dark of the night. Little porcelain princess couldn't last the fright. The darkness engulfed her pale tattered body, sweeping her under it's wing before returning to hell.

. . The girl's ruby lips were tinted a light shade of blue, contrasting with the string gush of red escaping her graffitied stomach. There was no rise to her chest, and not a sign of movement.

. . The night was alive! Yet calm in one's eyes... The killer far gone, close by or even non existent. The shadows continued the ritual before taking the girl, who's souls soon collected into the devil's jar.

. . The shadowed monsters slowly faded away, disappearing into the progressing night. They were oblivious to the earlier deeds. The woods once again became calm, the presence of the girl gone other than the shallow pool of metallic blood red.

. . But that was okay. He'd deal with that later...

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Sorry, pretty short but next updates will be longer and make more sense. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks! Oh and this will be horror, but I plan on adding a little comedy or romance.

 

But yeah, this isn't gonna be romance really. The title makes it seem like it is going to be, but it's really not. cx

 

༄ Chapter One ༄
~ Part 1 ~

. . • 3 weeks since the disappearance of Miss Anne Leah Baker. •

 Detective Carson's P.O.V 

. .He narrowed his suspicious green orbs, his index finger dabbing delicately at the fine mud. A grimace swept across his angular face as he tilted his head to face his colleague; Azia, his colleague, was standing nearby leaning against a slanted tree trunk.

. .They'd been assigned the case of looking for Anne Leah Baker. The young girl, aged fourteen, had disappeared exactly 21 days ago. So far there had been no proper leads. Whatever had happened, the girl sure had covered up her tracks. Dead or alive, there were no hints.

. .Detective Carson eventually caught Azia's soft blue eye. He grimly shook his head. "Nothing," he said quietly, earning a simple nod off her and a tired sigh.

. .The 26 year old slowly stood up from his crouched position, wiping off the last traces of mud on his pale hands against the pockets of his worn jeans. Carson then picked up his black briefcase, raking a hand through his messy bronze hair.

. .After solemnly looking down at the carpet of over grown grass, Detective Carson let slip a weary sigh. Although he had been at his job for a good few years, cases like this still saddened him. He had a young daughter of his own, and the thought of something happening to someone that young scared him.

. .That was why his ex girlfriend had left him. Couldn't stand the pressure of his job, and the though of Mary, his daughter, getting hurt.

. .Shrugging his broad shoulders, Detective Carson walked over to Azia. "We should go back," he said quietly, his eyes flicking upwards to look at the darkening skies.

. .Azia nodded and simply headed over to the sleek black BMW. The Asian girl sat in the leather passenger seat, tapping her red stiletto impatiently. Rolling his big green eyes, Carson headed to the drivers slide, climbing in. He started the engine, driving away from the sparkling lake and meadow.

 

༄ Chapter One ༄
• Part 2 •

. . • 3 weeks since the disappearance of Miss Anne Leah Baker. •

 ??? P.O.V 

. .His bloodshot eyes flicked around his familiar surroundings, tension piercing the air. He winced lightly as his black leather boots crunched loudly on the fresh leaves beneath his feet, quickly freezing.

. .He stood completely still, listening to the eery silence. He was positive no one was around at the late hour, however paranoia had contaminated his body. No one had heard, right? It was just a simple crunch, right?

. .He stood there frozen, the only sound now the sharp whistle of the breeze. He thought he caught a glimpse of something in the corner his eye but shrugged it off, despite the consistent fear at the back of his mind.

. .If it was anything major, the mysterious figure would dispose of it later, but he had no time currently. He needed to reach the hills by morning light... The next kill awaited.

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. .A/N: Keeping ???'s pov's quite brief, as I don't want to reveal much about him so early on.

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 Victim's P.O.V 

. .Jane ran a hand through her long hazel hair, her sweaty palm soon returning to her pocket whilst her other hand shielded her eyes.

. ."Ugh, it's so sunny," complained the tired teenager, a bead of sweat running down her pink cheeks as she continued to jog.

. ."Go back if you want. I'll meet you at the hideout. I've gotta run another 3 miles for my fitness workout though," her friend, Tanya, called out from a few hundred metres ahead.

. ."Okay, well I guess I'll see you back their in an hour or so?" Jane called out at her running friend, her own pace gradually slowing to a halt.

. .Tanya yelled something incoherent from the growing distance, before waving and turning a corner out of sight.

. .The beat of Tanya's rhythmic footsteps would be the last Jane heard of her friend.

. .The last she heard of anyone.

. .Unaware of the silent shadow behind her, the overweight girl leant over, wheezing and trying to catch her breath.

. .A few moments passed and she decided to head back, the wood's temperature beginning to slowly drop causing a shudder to run up her spine.

. .Just as Jane was about to turn, the warmth of a cloth enveloped her parted lips... Within seconds the girl lay unconscious in the bitter dirt pathway, a twisted smirk playing on the killer's face.

. ."Good bye Jane," he murmured, his beloved dagger making it's entrance.

. .Kill number two.

. .Jane Leah Darwish.

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. .Not exactly my most descriptive piece, but I'm in a rush and pretty out of it, so yeah.