Chapter One, Blunt.

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All the lights were off, but the moon was shining bright. It seeped through the windows, and illuminated the house.

Quite aesthetic if you ask me...

The problem on my hands was rather taxing, but I didn't let it get to me. I hadn't killed in a long while.

Of course that wasn't my problem, in fact I was rather excited with the idea.

I just didn't know if I had the time or resources to succeed with my killings.

I would always have my secondary property, to go and think, to separate my two lives. But of course that wasn't of the most help in this scenario.

I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes landing on a portrait, this one solely picturing my daughter.

Sophia was five now... One year closer to the day some of my questions may be answered. I was five and a half years old when I was first diagnosed with cancer. My foster family was rather devastated, and they gave their all towards curing me.

Hospitalization, chemotherapy, all of it.

But of course, I wasn't cured of anything until...

Until I bit a middle school kid on a field trip. I don't think anyone ever figured out what happened to him, and rather unfortunately he's been missing ever since. All it took was cannibalizing one person, and within a month my "cancer" was cured.

Of course, I didn't make the connection until I was of teenage years.

My hand found its way to the table, grabbing the glass of milk. Sadly it was one of the few drinks that had true taste to me.

"I still don't even know what I am... No one does." I sighed.

"If I have to look after So as well... I'll have four lives to balance." My head was starting to hurt just thinking about it. I myself already had two lives. Ezra Masse the family man and loved public school teacher.

And of course, the local mysterious murderer Hollow.

As for where the name comes from?

Of course I had to have some sort of fun with my kills. Leaving behind a hollowed out limb would always leave the police mortified.

It was quite entertaining to say the least.

Just thinking about it I couldn't help but laugh...

I put the now emptied cup of milk down.

I guess for now I would have to plan things out.

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Ring!~

Abruptly, everyone rose scrambling to collect their things. Fourth period was finally over, and lunch was the only thing most of them could talk about.

"Is juice Thursday really that important?..." A student laughed, watching as some of the... less popular kids, sprinted through the doorway. Most of the students filtered out of the classroom, only a few remaining. There was a group of rather popular kids, some of the boys known amongst all the teachers. They were liked, despite the fact some of them weren't very good at doing their work.

I liked them as well, and they were pretty entertaining, so of course I'd let them hang around in my class.

Not right now however...

"Alright guys, let's migrate out of here! I gotta' use the bathroom." I spoke, waving my hands towards the door.

"Wow Mr. Masse... That's how you're going to do us? I thought we were your favorites!" One of the boys whined, skulking towards the front of the class.

"No, he hates your ass..." Another one chuckled from behind, pushing through the two in front of him.

"We might as well get lunch though." He continued, leading the way.

I let out a small laugh as the group exited. Of course they weren't that funny in that moment, but I was used to putting up fake smiles.

With an exhale, I looked towards the corner of the class, gazing upon the lone figure.

He was hooded, his head dug into his arms as slept soundlessly.

Taylor Blunt, a junior in high school. Very little friends. Very little family. Ostracized almost...

He could be considered the stereotypical emo kid. He wore dark clothes, he had long scruffy dark hair, and he seemed to be rather dark in most senses.

Of course, he was bullied, and most of the teachers on campus were aware of that. There were few that cared for him enough to be there when he needed someone, and having to uphold the personality I had built, I was one of them.

"Taylor!" I said, elevating my octaves. I strode over to the sleeping student, my eyes squinting in the process.

Thinking about it...

Taylor Blunt could be a perfect candidate...

No friends, textbook depressed kid, one singular crack addict parent.

I could easily work with that. I had once seen the scars on his arm, and the bruises on his face. It would only be a matter of entering his house...

I could...

I could kill him, frame it on his father. I could kill him and leave a small piece of his body behind.

I could...

I had found my kill.

"Taylor."

I touched his shoulder, and in reply, the boy jolted upwards. He was breathing heavily.

I took note of that.

"S-Sorry Mr. Masse, do you need me to get out?" He asked, nervously. I could nearly hear his heart beat.

I only let out a small, concerned smile.

"I mean... I was going to go to the bathroom but... Maybe you need some sleep. You can stay here if you would like." I replied.

However, I knew his character...

"No no, it's alright! I think I need some water anyway." There was a nervous smile on his face. He brushed his bangs out of his face, grabbing his book bag.

He had taken his head phone out of his ear when I touched him, but now that he was attempting to leave, he had put it back in.

I made way, letting the kid scoot past.

He speed walked out, glancing back for a short moment as he exited.

My smile had disappeared as he left, but slowly, it was coming back.

There were rumors around the school, but they were rather baseless. They were just fibs made to bully him.

But I knew.

Taylor wasn't really... attracted... to women.

It was obvious.

From the way he became frantic when speaking to me, and how calm he was with girls that spoke to him. Most boys didn't warrant a response from him either, but a few of the more textbook jocks seemed to make him nervous. I could infer when it was nerves from being bullied, and nerves from attraction.

As for how he was with me? It was clear as day.

Of course I could understand, I was aware of my looks, and I often used it to my benefit.

I would do the same in this case.

Taylor would soon leave the land of the living.

Of course, it would be saddening, he was only seventeen after all.

Not saddening for me fortunately, saddening for the community.

"Taylor Blunt... I thank you for the sacrifice." I exhaled.

I would only be putting him out of his misery after all.

He should take this as a blessing.

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