Arrowyn
“It still chills my spine, they are just kids. Malignant, twisted kids who we must warn you about. They call themselves the Black Lyps, the ‘y’ replacing the ‘i’ in lips due to the shared letter in their names. The names that haunt my nightmares, the names that I must speak today, my good citizens to warn you of their crimes and the threat they pose.”
He took a deep breath; this wasn’t something he thought he’d ever had to do. Warn the public about four teenager serial killers.
“In case you are not aware, the Black Lyps are responsible for the deaths of, so far, 247 people in a matter of five months, they aren’t claiming to be part of any larger terrorist group and have refused to release any sort of statement or express what it is they are murdering for. The authorities have released pictures which I will show you now for your own safety.”
The Prime Minister-Daniel Sanderson- trembled slightly as he reached for the button on the slideshow. The people before him shuddered as he pressed down; a coloured photograph of five young teenagers came up, all smiling into the camera innocently. This was taken a few months ago, only two days before the first murder took place, three boys and two girls each with black painted lips.
The PM clicked again. One of the girls from the previous picture came up; unlike the rest of them, she had a rather plain face and features: plump cheeks, light brown eyes, bow shaped lips. It was these features that made her dangerous.
“Kyra Jade, she’ll be 15 in two weeks, though she may look like any other girl, Kyra uses her plain features to her advantage by blending in, it is almost impossible to find her especially in a crowd. She uses makeup and prosthetics to alter her appearance almost every day, the only giveaway is the signature black lipstick each of them wears. Her position in the group seems to be the Stalker, stalking the group’s victim and buying most of their stuff. Her mother once said that Kyra had once followed her all the way to Scotland at the age of 7-years-old without her even knowing, making not a single sound. Though the authorities have her written as a Low Physical threat, seeing her anywhere, means the rest if the Black Lyps are close and it is still a severe cause for concern. ”
Sanderson cracked his knuckles, suddenly aware of the building rings of sweat under his armpits and the tightness of his shirt. The next picture held a boy almost completely opposite to the girl from before. He had black hair so dark it almost looked blue, grey eyes that twinkled in the light and sharp cheekbones. There was a daring wolf whistle from someone in the crowd that helped to ease the tension slightly. But it was that same wolf whistle that he thrived on.
“Lynx Eastwood, Some of you may recognise the name as the ‘Cutest Boy in the World’ from a few years ago; well his crimes are far from cute. Now the authorities are confident that he too is a Low Physical Threat, however, Lynx uses our own human instincts against us, preying on the sexually tense and exploiting our own weaknesses against us. We warn you all, especially our younger generation, to be careful about whom you are meeting and to always tell someone where you are. We have no way of gauging his intelligence levels as all his recent school teachers claim he seduced them into false grades, we are still investigating this. Although he is a part of the Black Lyps, none of their victims have been raped, shown any signs of sexual trauma or are under the age of 16, the police are calling him the Seducer.”
He was being vaguer, realising how little anybody actually knew about them. Besides a few blurry photographs that the Black Lyps themselves had posted online, months before the crimes, there was nothing. They were smart, but the smartest was on the next slide. Tan skin, brown hair, piercing blue eyes and glasses that he’d made himself; nobody knew what they were for, or what they did only that he was always seen with them and upon the inspection of his bedroom, they found coded plans.
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“Trystan Grady, his IQ is estimated to be over 220 having learnt the first million decimals of pi at the age of 5 and solving a 17x17 Rubix Cube at the age of 3, he’s a high threat. He’s the elder of the Grady twins, he’s irrational and completely unpredictable and the World’s 3rd most dangerous person, he has managed to evade our most advanced technology, if it weren’t for his crimes, Trystan would have had a promising future but now he’s a Black Lyp, he’s the Analyst. We are still optimistic that he will be found along with the rest of them.”
His last sentence came off hollow. Nobody had any trust in the authorities, not when they’d let 247 of their citizens die at the hands of five teenagers. He clicked again to Trystan’s non-identical twin brother, it was a medical mystery to begin with, they were technically born conjoined at wrist yet Wynter Brady had dark brown eyes and blonde hair, the contrast in his hair and eyes was not only striking but slightly scary.
“Wynter Grady is suspected of convincing his Year 2 teacher to kill herself and then his Year 5 teacher to kill his wife. The Manipulator, possibly even more dangerous than his brother, he is supposedly the leader of the group, and orchestrated the entire ordeal. He’s also fast, with a top speed of apparently 37.8 miles per hour, we have a video of him walking into a police station and then legging it. He is a low physical threat however, high mental threat.”
It was supposed to make people feel at ease as they saw the video, that they had some sort of evidence. But it was just more terrifying as if these kids weren’t even human. There was only one Black Lyp left, the most dangerous person in the world; Sanderson ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he pushed down for the next slide. Most of the people in the crowd started crying when they saw the last person their loved ones would have laid eyes upon.
“Arrowyn Holland-Harper.” Sanderson snarled.
He clenched his fists and out of nowhere, he threw the remote at the screen in rage. His own brother had been killed amidst the chaos of the Black Lyps; he was beyond slideshows and sharp suits.
“That’s enough! I don’t care what it takes, I want these monsters caught and killed, I’m the Prime Minister of England and I’ll damn well change the law if I have to.
The camera cut.
Wynter burst into hysterical laughter and it wasn’t long before we too were bent over nearly dying from the humour. It wasn’t that the situation we were in that was particularly funny, it was how messed-up the information they had was, or lack of information. Firstly, the twins’ last name was Brady not Grady; I don’t know how they manage to mess that one up. Second, Wynter could not run at 37.8 miles an hour, maybe 24 at a stretch. Also, in what world was Lynx a teacher seducer? He was 14 and two months when we started this, and it was only then that he started the whole seducing thing.
“Guys, I’m a low physical threat.” Lynx giggled nearly spilling his lemonade everywhere.
“I’m the leader guys.” Wyn said flexing his biceps before laughing harder as I pretended to be offended.
We calmed down a little but it didn’t last long.
“I’m unpredictable and irrational.” Trystan added setting us all off again.
It was ironic; the most dangerous kids in the world sitting around a table in a restaurant laughing like any other teenagers. Nobody could tell it was us, stupid people, nobody ever assumed it would be them to die, nobody ever assumed that maybe just maybe the boy who looked like the murderer on TV was the same one sitting a mere two metres away.
Lynx stopped giggling uncontrollably, not that he would ever admit it in front of the others, but this whole thing still scared him. Not the killing part, or the idea that we might get caught; it was the thought that we’d be separated. That scared all of us to be fair, Wyn and Trystan claimed they had a plan for that, but not everything always went to plan.