Eight Years Later
June 5th, 2042
Stephenson spotted a empty boat in the wisconsin river, with some visible chains on it, curious, he decided to take a peek.
As he slowly walks to the river, he was suddenly grabbed by a whitish gloved arm in the water, but eventually Stephenson was broke free from the grip.
Ray emerged in the river, with chains all over his body, and long grown hair. immediately noticing the chains, he broke free from it by sacrificing minor body parts, which he now eventually groaned in pain at.
Now realising his pain tolerance is getting weaker as more time passes by, he grabbed his only two weapons, the Scalpel where he had gotten it from the hospital Eight years ago, and his Machete, placing it on his both pockets then walking off.
Stephenson was traumatized that a man came out from the lake, he kept running, until he eventually reaches his hometown. Steven's Point.
He quickly dialled the cops on his phone.
"Hello?, hello??"
The cops didn't call, behind the phone, was Ray already massacring the police station, dodging several bullets and getting only hit once in the kidney. But he didn't stop there.
He dragged all the bodies outside, then, burning it all in flames, with no one left alive.
The sheer brutality inside Ray's revenge was beyond his love from family, now becoming a killer himself, he knew he couldn't back down, as he is on the news for many years.
He grabbed his scalpel, and stabbed his arm deep, before, he couldn't even feel the pain even once, now, he could, groaning even louder with a slight pain in his eyes.
But he doesn't back down there, he continues to strategize with his quick thinking and intelligence, with relentless pursuit of stabbing.
From strangling a 94 year old grandpa, to stabbing a first grader to death.
He decided to go in a nearby store filled with Halloween masks, the cashier greeted him politely, but he didn't care, he was here looking for one thing.
A Sack.
A Leather sack for to hide his face, while putting his Hockey mask.
After finding it, going to the mirror, he took off the hockey mask, placing it gently at a nearby chair, and putting the leather sack onto his head, with one hole to his right eye, and a breathable hole to the nose.
Afterwards, he puts the hockey mask in his face, feeling perfection to his appearance.
CRUSH
Without the Machete and the Scalpel, he crushed the skull of the cashier with his bare hands. He left afterwards.
June 13th
"Believe me bro, the guy is still alive!"
Stephenson in a call with Thomas, he didn't believe him because he was drunk and had a night spent with his wife, Hannah.
"Nah, i think he's dead, right babe?"
They both kissed in the lips. Stephenson knew Thomas wasn't taking this seriously.
"Please, you just have to believe me, that beast is still roaming today!"
Thomas smirks.
"Fine, if he is, don't let him catch you."
After Thomas hanged the call, he went back to making out with Hannah, Stephenson just sighed deeply.
"Goodness..."
He took a glance with the long knife in the kitchen table, with confidence that he could beat Ray on a 1v1 fight, with inspiration coming from his brother.
"Fine."
He grabbed the kitchen knife and exited his house, with the family picture on the table, scrambled.
Moments later, he suddenly realizes that the entire town was unsettlingly quiet and... null.
"I swear, people used to always run down the streets before, what happened...?"
He suddenly felt something in his back, out of shock, he raised his knife in defensive mode.
"Woah, chill. I'm not gonna hurt you."
It was just a black guy strolling around peacefully.
"The name's Matthew, you?"
"Stephenson. Don't scare people like that jesus..."
Then within a meter away, Stephenson spotted Ray, standing on a lamp post.
"Uh, do you have a gun?"
"Hm?, oh yeah i do have it, just for fair warnings."
"Thanks."
Matthew let Stephenson borrow his pistol, he pointed it towards Ray, shooting it several times.
But Ray dodged the bullets like nothing, with Superhuman Agility, he overpowers every tips and tricks of an intelligent human.
Throwing the machete, almost hitting them both.
"Woah!, is this a real machete?, that boy bulked!"
Stephenson finally shoots Ray at the leg, making him fall flat to the ground and grunting silently.
They had a moment to run, but Ray pulled out his Scalpel, and accurately penetrated through Matthew's cerebellum.
"Matthew!!"
Ray stood back up, pulling his machete out of the concrete wall, and menacingly walks towards them.
Left with no other choice, Stephenson had to run, leaving the person he met meet his demise.
Ray didn't hesitate to decapitate all of Matthew's body parts one by one, with no signs of mercy. As he screams in pain, Ray skinned him and then cutting his throat, leading to his aggravating and traumatizing death.
He grabbed the Scalpel off his cerebellum, putting it back on his left pocket, while holding the machete.
Stephenson managed to flee the town, but Ray wasn't going to allow that easily, before following him, he grabbed a couple of weapons, and a few packs to store his weapons.
After, he was out to leave the town.
Three Days Later...
"You're silly aren't you?"
In a elementary school, Fabian was getting bullied by his classmates. A regular daily school life for him.
"Stop it!"
They all laughed at him, mocking him being a nephew of a killer.
"Haha!, Fabian's uncle is a killer!"
"You should quit right now Fabian!"
"Bleh!"
Then, the teacher came in, they all went to their personal seats, acting obedient and nice. The teacher was not fooled by this.
"...Class, i know what you we're doing!"
All of their heads bowed down to the teacher.
"Sorry teacher."
She sighed, with a hint of worry about Fabian's mental state
"Apologize to Fabian!, not me!"
All of their faces all went to Fabian, apologizing immediately, but all of this was an act of their own, trying to fool both the teacher and Fabian.
Fabian suddenly senses something, standing up instinctively. Which shook the teacher.
"Fabian?, what's wrong?"
Fabian immediately packed his bags, leaving the school without them knowing, the teacher tried to stop him, shouting loud, "Fabian!", but he already left.
"Uncle... why did you come here again?"