When the lights go out (Read Description!!!)

It has been months since the lockdown murders. The survivors from the school tragedy were seemingly okay physically. However, they still had to recover mentally. One had to take longer to recover. The poor boy lost two people he held close to him during the murders, but other things were going on. Especially with me.

"Mister Bleicher! What is it like being one of the most famous performers worldwide?"

"Sir! What is it like wearing that blindfold everyday? Can you see out of it?"

"A moment of your time sir?"

I'm used to the questions that have just been asked. They're constantly being asked by fans or journalists. Both the questions and the people asking the questions annoyed me. They never knew when to stop. Don't get me wrong. It's nice to have the spotlight. I love the kind words people say to me on a daily basis. However, it's not as great as I thought it would be. Let me tell you a bit about myself.

On the internet, I'm known as Mr. H. Bleicher. Despite my appearance, people love what I do and how I act. My skin colour is quite dark. I have blonde hair that goes past my shoulders and is normally tied up and I wear a blindfold. "Why?", is a popular question. It's a silly story that most won't believe me, which is why I never say. Long story short, I had an encounter with a killer and somebody who said they were a necromancer. The killer said I either had to live with a randomly selected curse or I could die. I chose the curse and, to put it simply, if I were to make eye contact with anybody they would be forced to see those who had hurt them most or others they had hurt. It's an odd power, isn't it? Not one you hear of too often, but there is a price for using it:

I would either kill them myself, or make them kill themselves.

I never understood why or how, that was just the curse. It's not meant to have a good outcome. The power itself was okay, but the killing? My young self couldn't handle that thought. That happened when I was ten years old. How did I know it worked? There was a simple change, my eye colour went from amber to a pinkish colour. I decided to wear a blindfold, just in case people would be forced to see the toxic people they met if we made eye contact.

With this new look, I thought people would like me, so I wanted to become famous. People would like me, maybe. It was my goal, so I practiced singing and dancing. By fourteen I was starting to become famous, I was known by half a million people, but my mindset changed a year later. This was something I never told anybody.

I was in a history class and we were learning about Jack the Ripper. Something about the way he did his murders made me... admire him. I admired how he murdered his victims the way he did. I knew it was wrong, killing is a crime. I shouldn't do it at all, I shouldn't even think about it. However, the more I learned about serial killers, the more inspired I was. I craved the feeling of seeing somebody that I killed bleeding out, while hiding any evidence to prove that I had done it. I had two choices. Be loved by people, or hated by people. I'm still in deciding. It has lasted for 3 years.

I felt like I'd posed for enough photos and headed to the limo. I would get off near a doughnut shop for a late night snack, that'd do just fine. When I got in, I saw people I didn't know all too well. These must be the fans that won tickets to be in a limo with me. I shrugged it off and got in. A bouncer asked me where I wanted to go to and I told him the nearest doughnut shop. He nodded and the told the driver. Not long after, the limo started to move. I had a small chat with two of the winners and they were pretty nice and not too annoying. Then a woman around my age with brunette hair started to speak to me.

"So you're Mister Bleicher, huh?" She said with a tone I didn't know all too well.

"Well, yes, I am..." I almost mumbled. She seemed excited and... in love? Was she a fan that loved me? If so, then it's taken me by surprise. Most of the girls who have a crush on me are just in it for fame or money, but she seemed different. She was definitely attractive, but something else was there.