I've learned nothing. I didn't even bother talking. I just wanted to hurt him. I still don't even know his name. I need to understand him, so I can hurt him. For one thing, he seems to know me from before this loop. He said he was stalking me, probably just because I'm a freak. He stated that we should be able to sense each other, too, but I have no idea how. I have "sensed" him, but it's not to the point that I can track him like he can track me. I'll need to learn how before I can find other freaks.
I debate going to school like normal, but there's no point. Everything will be the same if I do. No need to go to the store either, I'm going to die later, after all. I'll just meet him at the courtyard like normal. I should really find out his name; calling him the killer is just lame. Maybe I'll start calling him my victim? In the meantime, I watch the news. Might as well, I haven't listened to the Chief's account yet.
"We believe the fire set yesterday was purposeful, and we are treating it as such. There is no confirmation about it being connected to previous incidents—"
How cliche. What isn't cliché is how bored she looks. She doesn't look like someone I'd see as a Chief of Police; she looks young.
"I want the public to know, this is our top priority, and we will find the persons responsible. We will not be releasing any information at this time. We are increasing patrols—"
She recites her speech perfectly, and she seems to be well respected, considering nobody's talking over her. Weird, considering nothing has been done about the arson yet.
"Just like in every case like this, patterns are there. People see. People talk. Every fire leaves evidence, and every incident narrows the possibilities. That is all."
That wasn't very interesting. Oh well.
The worst thing about this day might not be dying; it's the waiting. I'm at the courtyard again, at least. My victim is sitting down, as usual. He's so predictable. If only he weren't so dangerous. He turns around and—
"Hello again." "Hello again"
It's all the same. He starts talking.
"I didn't expect that, haha. How are you?"
How am I? Peachy.
"How do you sense freaks?"
He tilts his head.
"Pardon?"
Annoying.
"Are you deaf? You can sense me, I can sense you. How? I want to know how to do it on command."
My victim chuckles at me.
"What a silly question, it just happens. Why are you asking that? Don't you know why I'm here?"
He flashes his knife forward, not bothering with having it behind his back.
"Yeah, you're going to kill me."
He stares at me for a silent 10 seconds.
(Weird)
"Answer my question."
He flaps his gums.
"What—"
Annoying.
"Shut up, moron. Answer my fucking question."
I feel his glare on me.
(This freak...) "You shouldn't—"
"Interrupt people? That's okay, you're not a person."
He stomps on the ground like a toddler.
"LET ME FINISH!"
Wasting my fucking time.
I'll learn how myself. I focus on him and close my eyes. I hear him walking closer.
"Are you seriously ignoring me? ME?!"
I can feel it. My eyes aren't open, but I can see him. Everything feels so empty, but he feels… so disgusting. "Looking" at him is like looking at a worm. What a disgusting creature.
He closes the distance more, he slashes at me, he's aiming for my neck. Go ahead, I can't kill you yet anyway. At least I've learned something useful.
(Not so tough now, are you?)
***
Being stabbed hurts, being cut hurts. Having your throat slit, where the only sound that comes is gargling, it's an invasive process. I'll make sure to remember everything he's done to me. I'll make sure to remember the way he stomped on me.
Anyway, I get ready for my day as usual. Getting up was a bit annoying; I was a bit woozy getting out of bed. At least breakfast was palatable. (Another day, another dollar!) I figure that to find a freak, going to densely populated areas would be best. (Coffee... coffee... coffee...) I'll probably get a headache, but it can't be helped. I'm going in blind, after all. A coffee shop would be best, considering it's morning, there are offices nearby, so I'll just go to one close to where people work. (Today's going to suck... fuck... too many people... stupid kid... I forgot my wallet...) I hate all of you. I sit at a table and close my eyes. (What's that kid doing?) Mind your own business. (Ew... sticky fingers... Man, I'm hungry... How much longer is this moron going to take...) I can't focus. How the hell am I going to find someone who can help me? Maybe I should just leave.
"What's wrong, kid?"
I look up to see a curious look from a stern looking middle aged man. Grey hair flakes the side of his head, scratchy looking beard. He reeks of cigarettes. I smile at him.
"Not much, sir. How are you doing today?"
(What the hell is this kid on about?)
"Don't call me that, you brat. You'll make me feel old!"
Well, you're definitely not young.
"Haha, alright. Is there something you'd rather be called?"
He clears his throat.
"Yes— my name is Bruno."
Okay, Mr. Mars.
"My name is Felix, it's nice to meet you."
***
Bruno sits back down with two bagel sandwiches, sliding one over to me. What does he even want? With a mouthful of food, he opens his mouth to speak. Saliva sprays across the table.
"Sho ki, wha's wrong?"
I already answered you. I tilt my head and smile.
"Not much, why do you ask?"
He chugs his coffee, seemingly to help his food go down better.
"Enough of that. A kid like you doesn't skip class just to come to some coffee shop. Why are you here?"
How blunt.
"Um... I know I look young, but—"
"But nothing." Bruno interrupts. "I've seen you walk to school."
What? My heart stops as he flashes the badge inside his wallet. 'Police Detective'.
"Calm down, you're not in trouble. Now go on."
'Oh well, there's a knife wielding guy who can control minds after me. He's actually killed me several times, but it's fine. I'm just trying to find another person with powers to kill him before he kills me!'
Bruno hits his palm with his other hand.
'That makes sense! Carry on!'
As if!
I stare at the table silently. The detective audibly sighs in response.
"Haaaaah, come on. I don't have all day. If it's not for an important reason, just go. You only get to experience high school once, got it?"
My eyes remain on the table.
"Yes, sir."
He scoffs
"I told you, don't call me that. Eat your bagel, then get to class. If I catch you out again, I'll be calling the school. Understood?"
***
Well, that was a pointless stop. Walking along the alleyway, I consider a few other populated areas I could check. Somewhere I won't be recognized. Maybe the university? I shouldn't stand out much there, they're only a bit older than me... As I'm pondering, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Hmm?"
I look behind me and feel a poke to my cheek.
"Got you~"
Looking at her, all I can think is... I need to get away. It's larger than anything I've seen. Blood. Pools of it. Everywhere. The walls are covered in it, the dumpster, the puddle of water, the sky, my skin. How did I miss it? How did I not see you before? It's all looking at me, it's all focused on me. My head hurts, my brain is vibrating, this isn't normal. Please don't hurt me. I don't want to be hurt anymore. Please. I'm trying to run, my legs are heavy, I'm wobbling, this isn't normal. This isn't normal! I step on my ankle and fall, my legs are shaking. Something is pressing on them, but nothing is there, why can't I move? Why can't I do something so simple?
"Silly boy."