slasher · psychopath · college setting · tics · silly · murder · horror · unpredictable · stalker · violence
The January air bit like ice in the Russian woods. Toby watched from the shadows as a boy navigated the treacherous path. Fate intervened; the boy slipped on hidden rock beneath the powder, rising with a pained grunt and a bloody nose. Seizing the moment, Toby emerged from behind, his hand clamping roughly around the boy's throat. His voice was a low, deadly whisper. "Say shit, and I fucking murder you."