~The nightmare begins~


The night was dark, cold and was dead silent. All were inside at this time of midnight. Lights were on and store lights went out. Few cars were on the streets and people were heading home.
A man named Kosu Mika was a high buisness boss and was a cruel man. he was his whole life, has no love for anything and cares for no one but himself an d buisness.
As he headed home he was listening to the radio and his face looked mean as always, even when he sleeped. When he came on to teh high way and he was the only one on it. As he was half way home his car broke down. getting out he started to cuss his head off, "Stupied f***ing car!" As he opene dthe front he looked down teh road seeing if anyone was on teh street.
Nothing but he heard something, like a skateboard. he walked to the end of his car and soon saw a figure. The figure had was wearing a sweater but only the hood, the rest was like a cape. he woar a scarf covering his nose and mouth and some of his neck. He woar a shirt that had a skull and cross bones and had a pair of torn up black pants and black shoes.
Kosu had good sight and saw from a great distance of what teh figure looked like. But he dident know what the figure was holding, something in the right hand.
Kosu started to walk backwards slowly and started to run. he ran and ran and called for help but no awnser. he looked back and it was gone. he took a deep breath and looked the oposeyt dirrection of the car. he thought someone was comeing but as he walked back as he turned around he the figure right in front of him, its hand up and it came down and a blood slach sound was made an dthe figure stopped its skateboard lowered its hand held object an dlooked down at Kosus corpse. Blood was every were and the figure gave trhe most darkest smile of all. Blood ran down its object and skated away. Griding its object on teh ground and the blood ran down its black sword.

~His message~


The sun is out and the sun is beaming down. News papers are flying off the shelves about the attack. No one nows what the figure looks like but they beleave the figure had a blade of some sort cause of the markes on teh street.
A paper stand was cleaned off and teh owner sat sleeping, he was a grumpy guy and was lucky enough to get costumers. A new stack was thrown at teh stand an dhe woke up and put up the papers. it was about 6:00 pm and the crowds went down. He was about to turn in and he brought papers under the stand for the evening.
"Finaly, no more ugly faces for the day." he said with a mean look. as the streets grew more clear he turned around and picked up his sign that said closed. As he picke dit up someone came and sounded like he was on a skateboard, "Got any papers left?" the person asked. "Look idiot cant you see im closed." The manager said and as he turned around he saw a boy and before he coudl call for help he lost his head, literaly.
The body down and the boy, who was the skater from the first case laid a red peace of paper on teh counter and skated away. On the paper said something that brought fear.


~You can not run
~You can not hide
~I will find you
~I will brwak you
~Those who threat will die
~Those who bring harm will die
~the sinful will die
~No one will live
~No one can hide
~No one can run
~Once a target
~The target will be broken