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With just a pair of sunglasses and a gray hoodie he could pass well enough for a high school student. Of course, that wouldn't fly in the classroom, but he didn't need to get inside the school. Reclining against one of the concrete columns at the front gate was was perfect. From right here he could see all the students arrive in the morning and depart for home at night.
More parents came to pick up their teenagers than at a regular school, but it was still a minority. The students walked in packs now... after all, these were dangerous times. Someone was murdering their classmates, after all. Well, not just 'someone'. The "One-Eye Killer", a girl who used to attend the school. She was a doll-like beauty with raven hair, though every report stated that she was missing any eye. Apparently she took to tearing out the left eye of her victims. It made him curious. It made him hungry.
A pale hand with pointed black nails slipped into the pocket of the hoodie, drawing out a photograph. He wasn't a rookie, he didn't break into the police station for it. Police officer's cars and homes were far easier targets, especially for someone like him. Blood-red eyes glanced down through the pair of dark shades, examining the picture in his hand for the thousandth time. His target, the girl with the eyepatch. His tongue skimmed his bottom lip as he thought of the crime scene photos, her victims. The police file noted a suspicion that she might have taken to following her peers home from school, as the most recent murders didn't take place on campus.
"Young man?"
The photo returned to the gray hoodie pouch and he lifted his head lazily.
"Hey. Do you even go to school here?"
A burly police officer stood over him, a suspicious expression set on his face.
Ah yes, the additional security requested by the principal- and here he was without a school uniform. An amateur might have been nervous, but not him. Another piece of paper emerged from the large pocket. This thing was a fashion disaster, but he had to admit that the pocket was handy.
The cop took the offered paper, finding it to be a note explaining that he was sent to walk his 'cousin Yukiko' home.
"Well, that's fine I guess. Just get home safe. Oh, and keep an eye out for that psycho girl- she's got an eyepatch." the officer replied gruffly, returning the note, which promptly disappeared back into the pocket again. He watched the man stride off to talk to another teenager, likely reminding them about the killer at large. As if the needed reminding. Law enforcement agents were not different than the rest of their species- fools.
The hooded young man stayed at his post, watching the teens pass by, trying to pick out which might be the next victim. A few minutes passed until he saw his opening. The officer wasn't looking and a lone brunette girl had strayed just far enough from the school gates. 3... 2... 1... he pressed the sunglasses back up his nose and departed the school. As soon as he reached the shadows he vanished into them, stalking the student. But he didn't look at her as his prey. No, no, this girl was just the bait. At the moment he was hunting something much better.
A single human kill was only a meal. A human willing to make a contract was much more. This serial killer... she might just be his new butcher.
For the third night in a row he stalked the brunette through the dusky streets, unseen and unheard.

There. There she was. A small smirk pulled at the corners of his pale lips as his shaded eyes took in the new arrival. She had to be the killer, after all, this girl stalked the brunette like a predator. He stayed in the shadows, his steps as quiet as hers… for he as well was stalking prey.
A glint of reflected moonlight caught his attention. A small, curved knife. Petite and deadly, just like her.
A few more steps and- she reached out, grasping the other girl’s tresses. He shifted his position, getting a better view. She was smiling sadistically, her one visible eye bright with the thrill of what was about to happen.
Then, she spoke. The words were unexpected, little treasures of insight. She seemed to hate this ‘useless’ girl. Perhaps he could use that fact to his advantage.
He stayed back, his lips parting to huff out a bit of his life energy, forming it into an illusion for the eyes of the brunette girl. She might think herself insane. In fact she was simply hallucinating what he willed her to. The curved knife. Her stabbing her raven-haired attacker in the stomach. Next she would see the police officer from the school putting a blanket around her shoulders. Self-defense, fight back- that was the general message. The illusions flitted before her eyes. Was it all in her mind? Did that even matter- that serial killer had her by the hair! And- had a knife!?
The student council girl screamed out, panicking. Both her hands reached back for her attacker’s, scrambling for the knife- was there even going to be a- one of her fingers brushed against cool metal. The two struggled, falling to the ground, rolling about as the brunette tried to keep herself from being stabbed and the dark-haired killer tried to end her.
“You f-freak! I- I won’t let you kill me!” the prey squealed, her voice shrill with terror.
The mysterious boy frowned, his eyes narrowed behind his shades. Hurry up. Ugh, maybe this other girl really was useless like she said. But then, the knife escaped the One-Eye Killer’s grasp.
He cast another illusion, but this time only for the serial killer. He made the knife appear farther away to her eye, while leaving it’s true location for the victim to see. He would use her prey in order to make her his own prey in turn.
They both scrambled for the knife, but in different directions. After all, neither could afford it to fall into the hands of the other. However, it would seem to the murderer that the other girl was simply trying to get away from her rather than going after the blade. The killer was almost to ‘her knife’ when- “Y-you really are as crazy as everyone s-says...”
To her one eye it would seem that the brunette was unarmed, that she simply had her fist clenched. She would look open. He couldn’t make illusions feel real, but since the killer was now distracted he simply let go of the illusion of the knife on the ground. Now it was up to that other girl. She had to ‘defend herself’... by putting Miss. Hitomi Yukimura in critical condition. The perfect condition for him to offering up his deal.

((OOC: Yay biggrin Glad you like it so far! I hope this post is okay and doesn't control your character too much, I'm just push things into get started- I can totally edit at any point you wish ^^)