Sounds of a creaking were heard from the front of a nice, organised desk that exploded by the boiling sun that tilted its way down to these massive windows waiting for an old man in a rich suit to make his way over to the expensive chair.

The short grey, goatee hair with baby blue eyes cleared his wrinkle throat, placing down a glass of half-full water, turning his head at the turned-on radiant computer where it had files of the school where Zane went to, saying "There are over six shadowy figure students in this school alone" at the very top in obvious word scales that made it stand out more to the rest of information that is typed down below.

"Forest Education Secondary School, huh?" The old man spoke out in a rough, relaxed tone "What has the principal been doing all this time?" The old man passive-aggressively cackled over his golden card that had his ID printed all over it.

"Warren Ripper, The Head of The Imaginary Investigating Headquarters".

Meow reverberated throughout the dark, dimmed town under a massive, free-living tree waving its leaves like a happy kid on their first remembered Christmas Day.

Zane was crouched down next to this slim, white and grey patterned cat, cupping his hands under the head butting chin the cat enjoyed very much, the cat and Zane locked eyes in a relaxing manner, the poisonous green eyes reflected off Zane's shallow figure.

Another meow slipped out this cat before it ducked its head into the metal bowl filled with cat meat, Zane peacefully watched the cat slowly eat the food with one bite being small each time in an appropriate, respected attitude.

The full sharp moon overshadowed Zane's snow-covered back, giving off a milky glimmer, completely outsizing the cotton ball candy flush clouds that slipped past the moon's watchtower.

" Now it's time" Zane finally spoke out as he checked his time where it said noontime, Zane jetted up and skipped behind him to face the direction he was jumping onto.

Zane walked between solitary alleys, getting further from the safe zone he wandered around in, he pandered across cracked paths, turned building corners, explored through bounded trees, which eventually got him in front of a welcoming, big towered mountain where no guards were seen protecting this so-called rich female.

Lights crashed through the patterned glasses, revealing some bedrooms and shadows of adults walking down long hallways seeming to have no end in sight, Zane hid behind a tree to avoid the exposing light so he wouldn't be seen, while he hid behind this tree he pulled a scarf over his nose, following with the hood, entirely hiding his identity.

A flicker of black smoke appeared in front of Zane's dead eyes as he started to make his move, he quickly ran towards a closed-off window that had vines crawling up the bricky wall.

He snatched onto the vines, dangerously climbing his way up to the one person size window, popping his head inside figuring it was a toilet room.

Zane silently jumped into the toilet room and pressed up against the wall in a sudden reaction from a getting closer voice, it was a female sulking badly behind injured groans.

"I-i hate this fucking abusive family" The female choked up weakly.

"What did you say?!" An angered female roared from down below, then footsteps were heard stomping up the stairs, the young female with ginger hair that curled past her chin instantly dropped onto her knees begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry!" The young female screamed in scarring tears.

"Sorry won't do it for me!" The mother yelled, following the yell with hard slaps across the young girl's abused skin.

Angered by the situation, Zane pulled out a black, shiny dagger from his pockets intensely, eyeing down the back of the old, used-up skag who wore her greasy grey hair in a bun.

"P-Please!" The young female cried, being drowned by the rapid, repeated ships of slaps and punches.

Zane wrapped both his raging arms around this old female's neck, strangling her tightly before slashing her throat, blood exploded onto the light brown wall, getting followed by a loud thump the old female caused by dropping onto the floor, covered in her blood.

Screams rang throughout the mansion, bringing the attention of three young males who all ran out of their bedrooms in a massive panic.

Fear and nausea ran down their pale faces as they came upon their dead, rolled up eyes mother on the floor who was still squeezing out all of the blood she still had, the boys glanced at Zane and glanced at the young, disturbed female.

"You did call an assassin on your mother, huh?!" The blonde, handsome boy in the front shouted, filled with rage.

"While you at it sir, please kill that useless bitch over there too!" The second boy behind the first demanded, having black hair.

"Yeah! We'll pay you the triple amount of what she paid you!" The third voice joined in.

"You disgusting pigs" Zane spurted out in a demonic, deepened voice, bending narrowly backwards with widened eyes.

Black smoke flared out of Zane's black liquidy eyes that slithered from out the eyes into the pale skin, creating their kind of veins, connecting to the blue shaded lips.

Sharp small knives flashed through the air, tearing through the first boy's chest, opening up a gaping hole revealing the other boy who was frozen in fear, Zane followed this sudden attack by chasing through the hallways, placing his next target on the frozen in shock boy.

The covered dagger slashed through the traumatised boy's neck, shredding his handsome head of his dangling corpse, Zane spotted in the middle of this attack that the third boy was starting to escape down the stairs.

Zane determined to not let one prey vanish, jumped onto the wide metal bars that stopped people falling from the second floor, launched himself into the air like a wild bat, and descended onto the escaping boy.

Two pointed knives rip through the back of this rich, frightened boy, being followed by many more stabbing as he struggles onto his lasting breath.

Blood severely spat out all over Zane as he continued stabbing newly made stab wounds into the rolling back eyed pale male.

Rage continued throughout Zane, his eyes flared more aggressively as ink drooled out from his eye sockets, his back collarbone cracked and torn into developing tiny bony wings.

"Bastards" Zane's demonic voice echoed throughout the lonely mansion.

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To Be Continued...