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Twigs and grass of blood. The sight of  a dead body; It was almost aesthetic to the masked killer. It was early morning, and Jason was still on the hunt. Five unsuspecting teens wandered into camp grounds. Whatever for did not matter; He wanted them gone. Dead, like he promised his sweet mother. The large man left a trail of crimson in the dirt from his blood-covered machete. One down, four to go. Luckily for him, his last victim separated from the group; which meant the others had no clue of the killers presence. 

He thought of all the possibilities; all the ways he could get rid of the parasites trespassing on his lake. Strangulation, decapitation... Only time and circumstances would tell the youths fate. Birds chirped from the trees from which the hockey-masked Jason watched from. The group of four were now sitting by the lake, enjoying a swim or laying on the old tattered peer to bathe in the sun. Jason waited patiently. He didn’t want to send them all running. At least not yet.

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Doyun usually kept to herself on busy mornings. If someone started conversation, she’d politely respond and hold it until either one of them left first, but she’d reached out to the man in front of her on her walk, hand on their shoulder to stop them. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just--” she held out a wallet that had fallen a few feet back. “Did you drop this? I couldn’t tell who it came from, but it looked like yours.”

 ❛  g-g-give... give me f-f-five good reasons why i sh-sh-shouldn't... shouldn't do it!  ❜  the teen stammered as he held up his hand, in the other was a remote that he had programmed himself to take the power out in the local area. while it was technically an illegal thing to do, it was no accident that he had wanted to make the remote work and work correctly. from a young age, ashton had always found fascination with things that could be taken apart and put back together again   (   however taking power down for people was different    )   which was why he spoke out now; yet, he didn't really want to be stopped. something inside of him longed for the rush it would bring, the risk was also a factor of importance as well. considering it was just after dark, he had the night to conceal his person if he felt like hiding away, but if not, he could watch as it all unfolded.

The immortal being of onyx shadows and littered dreams of forgotten lives and dying souls doesn't flinch when the other moves closer. Eyes of crepuscular glass remain void of emotion; only the curve of lips into a light snarl indicates what he's feeling. With two fingers, he sets them on the other's shoulder and pushes him away slightly. "I wasn't threatening you. I was merely saying that this world is young and the lives of those living upon it are limited. You never know when dear Thanatos will sweep you away. Now calm down."