Too close to lose you

Chapter 6.

Third person narration.

That night, someone came into town. Smelling like blood and alcohol. He had anger and excitement roaring off of him in fumes. Despite the confusing emotions coming off him, he strolled down the side wall with a sly smirk on his face. Strolling down the sidewalk.

So this is where he is hiding. The mutts smell can fill this state, let alone this town. The intruder thought as he began to whistle down the sidewalk as if he was watching the moon. Just as he began losing interest in the night life, an middle-aged lady walked in front of him with whiskey on her breath, sloppy lipgloss on her lips, and chest squeezing together in a way too small shirt.

“Hey handsome, are you lost? you can stay at my place tonight. My TV was stolen last week but I have skills that’ll make forget your name.”

The intruder looked at the woman closely. thinking it over before he gives a light chuckle.

“Well ain’t that right, pretty why are you out here so late. Don’t you know scary people come out in the dark.”

She takes it as a sign to continue making a pass. He didn’t need to know a group is waiting in the woods so they could take everything he had on him.

“I’ve seen the scariest thing this place has to offer, handsome. If you want me to hold your hand tonight to keep safe and warm, let’s go to my place.”

“I only give three chances, pretty lady, this is two, if you still want to spend the night with me, I will take your breath away.” Leaning forward to rub circles around the outside of the intruders' upper thigh,she sighs.

“Don’t worry, handsome. I can handle anything you have planned tonight. I don’t live in town exactly, I parked my trailer a little into the woods, but don’t worry, the police station is not too far behind us. So it's safe." She didn’t exactly lie. The police station was abandoned after they expanded the town more north years ago.

“Pretty lady, this is your last chance. I will have fun tonight. I know that,” he smiles, wider eyes growing darker. “I can promise that, my pretty lady, the only question do you want to be my fun tonight.”

“You’ll find no one better in the preppy quiet town handsome. Let’s go to my place and I’ll prove it to you.” She said, pressing her chest on him. She snakes behind him, wrapping her hands around his waist, pushing him towards the woods. The intruder started to hum and chuckle softly as his grin became all full seductive like smile and let himself be taken to the forest. What he found there was like a prize in the bottom of the cereal and what the woman found there was a nightmare she couldn’t make it out. The night filled with muffle screams, laughter, and running until a bloody could be seen grabbing a tree closer to the opening of the tree. He crept out of the shadows with a torn shirt and dark red eyes. Taking a deep breath smelling the aftermath of his adventure of the woods. His phone began to ring.

“Hello?” A pause.

“Yes I am here,” another pause.

“Well, yes master. I did have a little fun, but the others are already in position,and it was quick.” Another pause before the call disconnected on the other side of the phone. The intruder put his phone back in his back pocket and began to hum. He reached out and whipped his bloody hands off with the generous lady’s hair. He took off his torn bloodied shirt and put on one of the clean shirts he liked from welcoming hosts he met tonight.

from the shadows, a person appears out of an alley.

“Names Evan Walterburg, you must be the Whistler, I was sent to help you settle in,” the person looks towards the wood as if he had seen a horror movie.

if fact, he had seen what happened but chose to pretend not to be bothered by it.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Evan asked.

The Whistler shrugged.

“Easy kill. Quick f**k. I've had better."

“I have a person hiding in my town. f****d up my kill, I think she’ll be exactly what you're looking for.”

"by all means, lead the way."

The Whistler smiled at the thought of having another kill so soon and one that seemed to be kore of a challenge than the last one. As Evan turned, the whistler began to whistle his dreary song that made the flowers wilt and birds fall from the sky as he so nonchalantly followed the vengeful teacher.