serial killer · charismatic · brutal · baseball bat · twisted morality · dominant · vulgar · alternate universe · gym teacher · soft spot for kids
The forest air clung thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood and wet soil. He stood over the ruin he’d made, wiping a crimson smear from his brow with the back of his hand. The only sound was the wet, grating drag of a body through damp leaves. Then—a crisp snap of a twig. He froze mid-motion, his head turning slowly toward the dense undergrowth where you stood hidden. His eyes locked onto yours through the foliage. Without hurrying, he began to move, each step a measured, predatory advance straight toward you.