Killer Geek (SLOW UPDATES)

Unknown Masked Man

The rain was perfect. It shrouded everything, muffled every sound, and cloaked the world in a veil of darkness. It was like the universe itself was conspiring to help me tonight.

I watched her through the window, sitting there with her book, completely unaware of my presence. She looked so calm, so peaceful, the glow of the lamp casting a soft halo around her. My Yn. She belonged to me, even if she didn’t realize it yet.

But that was okay. I was patient.

I’d been watching her for so long, learning everything there was to know about her. What she liked, what she feared, what made her smile. She was beautiful, perfect, and I wouldn’t let anyone take her from me. Not that smug idiot, Stu. And certainly not Billy, with his self-righteous attitude and protective streak.

They didn’t deserve her.

No one did.

I reached for the phone, my gloved fingers brushing over the buttons as I dialed the number I knew by heart. It rang once, twice, and then her soft, hesitant voice filled the line.

“Hello?”

I smiled under the mask, savoring the sound of her voice. “Let’s play a game,” I said, the voice modulator distorting my words into something cold and unrecognizable.

I could hear her breathing quicken, the faintest catch in her voice as she responded. She was scared. Good. Fear was intoxicating, and with her, it was even more potent. It made her vulnerable, made her mine.

The questions were easy. I knew she’d get them right—I’d made sure of that. It wasn’t about stumping her; it was about watching her squirm, hearing the tension in her voice as she realized the stakes.

When I asked the final question, the one about where I was, I could almost hear her heart stop. The panic in her voice, the way it cracked and trembled—it was perfect.

“Where am I? Am I at the front door? The back door? Or am I inside?”

I could imagine her now, frantically glancing around, her beautiful eyes wide with terror as she locked the doors and windows. She thought she was smart, thought she could outmaneuver me.

But I was always one step ahead.

When I told her she had ten seconds, I could feel her desperation through the line. The way she dropped the phone and bolted—it sent a thrill through me. Watching her run was like watching art in motion, her fear and adrenaline driving her forward.

I followed her, staying just close enough for her to hear me. The sound of her footsteps pounding against the wet ground, her ragged breaths—it was intoxicating. I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mixing with the storm as I called out to her, taunting her.

“You can’t run forever, Yn!”

She didn’t look back, her instincts driving her forward. Smart girl. But not smart enough.

When she reached the shed, I let her catch her breath, watching her from the shadows as she pressed herself against the wall. The rain poured down, her hair plastered to her face, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself. She was so close, so vulnerable.

I stepped out of the shadows, my boots crunching against the wet gravel. “I found you.”

Her scream sent a shiver down my spine, and she took off running again, like a frightened deer. I let her go, let her think she had a chance. The chase was just as thrilling as the catch, and I wasn’t done playing yet.

When she finally reached the house, pounding on the door and screaming for help, I hung back, watching from the shadows. Billy and Stu were inside, and I knew better than to push my luck. Not yet.

But this wasn’t over.

As I faded back into the woods, I felt a surge of satisfaction. She was scared, vulnerable, and she was mine.

She just didn’t know it yet.

I waited in the shadows, the rain soaking through my clothes and dripping from the edge of my mask. The storm masked my movements, the sound of water cascading from the trees blending with the rhythm of my breaths. I watched her through the window of Stu’s house, wrapped in a blanket and shaking. The thought of her trembling, the fear etched on her face—it fueled me.

She’d made it to safety, for now. But it wasn’t over.

I shifted deeper into the trees, keeping my silhouette hidden. The house was alive with noise—Stu’s loud voice, Billy’s low growl of anger. I knew he’d come out. Billy wasn’t the type to sit idly by when someone messed with what he considered his.

And I wasn’t disappointed.

The door slammed open, and Billy stormed out, his body tense, his movements sharp and purposeful. He was angry—good. I wanted him angry. I wanted him to feel that fire, that frustration, that helplessness.

“Where the hell are you?” he shouted, his voice cutting through the storm.

I stayed silent, watching him move across the yard, his head swiveling as he scanned the darkness. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him perfectly. He was soaked already, his hair plastered to his forehead, his fists clenched at his sides.

“You think you can mess with my sister and get away with it?” he bellowed, stepping closer to the edge of the woods. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with!”

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips beneath the mask. Billy was so predictable, so easy to manipulate. His rage blinded him, made him reckless.

I shifted slightly, letting my shadow fall just within his line of sight. His head snapped toward me immediately, and I heard the sharp intake of his breath.

“Gotcha,” I murmured to myself.

He marched closer, the rain splashing around his boots. “You think this is a game? You’re dead! Do you hear me? Dead!”

I let the silence stretch, let his anger build, before finally speaking, my voice distorted and low. “I know what you did.”

Billy froze, his body going still as a statue. Even through the sheets of rain, I could see his jaw clench, his shoulders tightening. “You don’t know a damn thing,” he snarled. “You’re bluffing.”

I laughed, the sound low and guttural, echoing through the trees. “Am I? Casey. Steve. Sidney’s mom. Should I keep going?”

His mask slipped for a fraction of a second, panic flashing in his eyes before he quickly replaced it with fury. “You’re full of shit,” he spat. “You don’t know anything. You’re just some coward hiding behind a mask.”

I stepped closer, just enough for him to see the glint of my blade in the dim light. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you, Billy? But you’re not. I’ve been watching you. I know everything. And I’m going to take everything you care about. Starting with her.”

That broke him.

He surged forward, but I was already gone, melting back into the woods like a ghost. His shouts followed me, full of rage and empty threats, but I knew he wouldn’t find me. Not tonight.

Tonight was just the beginning.

As I slipped deeper into the darkness, I smiled to myself. The storm had only just started, and I was going to make sure it tore through everything Billy Loomis held dear. One piece at a time.