Tyler Mason was an ordinary nineteen year old in almost every way. Standing six foot tall, supporting a heavily muscled frame, with a shock of black hair and bright blue eyes, you wouldn’t pick him from a crowd. But there was one very important thing that differentiated Tyler from those around him. He loved to kill.

Killing brought him a thrill like no other. Watching his victims squirm as they bled, listening to their futile pleas for mercy. He loved the exhilaration it generated. His biggest high came in the moment he took their lives. He savoured those moments, usually sealing them with a kiss; the majority of his victims were female.

Tyler glanced around himself as he waited at the bus stop. Seated to his right was a woman, mid to late twenties with long brown hair. Tempting, but not as tempting as the blonde bombshell standing just in front of him. At a guess, Tyler would say she was eighteen or nineteen. Her slim figure was particularly arousing to the monster hidden within. It wanted to come out and play with her. And Tyler wanted to allow it.

When the bus arrived, she got on, and he followed. As she chatted to the driver, he took her purse from her bag. He paid his fare and looked down the bus to where she had sat. He walked over to her.
“Excuse me, miss, you dropped this at the bus stop”.
He held the purse out to her.
“Oh my god! Thank you!”
“My pleasure”. He sat onto the seat beside her. For the next while, they sat and talked, exchanging stories and details from their lives. When she rose to leave the bus, she invited Tyler to join her for a drink, as repayment for finding her purse. He graciously accepted.

The woman let Tyler and herself into her house, inviting him across the threshold. A terrible mistake. Before she knew it, he had a knife at her throat. She struggled, cutting her own neck in the process. Tyler sighed in disappointment. She had robbed him of the pleasure brought from drawing it out. It had finished much too quickly. The beast inside him was not satisfied. It needed more.

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Jenna is an average schoolgirl. She's quiet and shy with a heart of gold. All her life, Jenna has secretly wished for more. Living in the same dull town for seventeen years can take it's toll.
But then the murders start. One by one, female students Jenna's age are killed in the same fashion. Stab wounds.
Jenna fears she may be next.

Character Bios:
Name: Jenna Stones
Age: 17
Appearance: Ivory skin, green eyes and wavy auburn hair. Feminine. Tends to stick to the darker clothes. Slim figure. 5 foot 5.
Personality: She's a bit of an introvert but has a big and loyal heart. She's a little naive to the dangers of the world and trusts people far too easily. She looks for the beauty in everything and believes everyone deserves a second chance. Secretly wishes there was more to life.
Background: She comes from a loving home. Has an older brother who she doesn't see often and two parents. Gets a little bored sometimes though and is a natural home bird.
Author: xkatieshepherd


Name: Tyler Mason
Age: 19
Appearance:Dark hair almost black. Defining features; hard jawline, prominent cheekbones. Quite muscular. Blue eyes. Over 6 foot.
Personality: Gets a sick thrill out of murders and the fact that he gets away with it. He prefers to kill girls, although he has killed a few males before. Has always had an ability to intrigue others, even when he was younger. He's charming on the surface and dangerously strong.
Background: His father is in jail, always used to beat Tyler's mother until he killed her one night. Tyler has moved from foster home to foster home, finally settling into a flat on the suburbs of the city by himself. He's grown up believing that women are weak; it's all he's ever known. Has been building up a lot of anger.
Significant features: A scar on his back from his father. Carries a black handled silver dagger.
Author: Colm

updated Feb 4 by xkatieshepherd