Jeff wandered on the outskirts of the small town he temporarily resided in. Delighted by his recent kill, he decided to celebrate by stealing whiskey. With the feeling only a subtle pulling in the back of his mind, he walked into the small convince store with his hood up, blocking his face from anyone's view. He browsed through all of the different alcoholic drinks. He shoves one in his hoodie, before continuing to walk about the store. No one around him had noticed anything, and he decided he could leave without being questioned. Though, it wouldn't have made much of a difference, he could easily kill anyone who tried to stop him. He didn't need to kill at this moment, the feeling wasn't strong. However, soon, he knew he would have to kill again.
BEN grinds his teeth together, barely feeling it because of the cyber world he resided in. He wants nothing more than to see those unblinking eyes yet again. The feeling of rage still bubbling in his stomach. That raven, shaggy hair would feel amazing under his fingertips as he smashed the killers face into the walls. He knew it would never happen. Not once had he physically hurt someone. But he knew he could torture this man. He could tear his mind to pieces.
Jeff, whiskey in hand, cannot stop thinking about his previous victim. She had been so afraid. Did she somehow see him get into the house? Did she expect him to be there? A very strange, almost foreign sense of curiosity overwhelms him. He's thinking about going back and examining the house to try and find any mistakes he could have made. However there was a possibility her house was flooded with police by now. He wandered back into the town, looking though windows and possibly looking for another victim. He spots a young boy, with obvious fear towards his computer. Hadn't his previous victim been on her computer? Thinking about his last kill made him crave the sweet sight of blood again. An unusual feeling of anger rises within him. He thinks he should give this boy something to really be afraid of.
BEN wandered through cyberspace, trying to decide who his next…play thing… of the evening would be. He popped his back slightly and smiled at his target though he knew that they couldn't see him at all. It was only an "artificial intelligence" game after all. Or so they all thought. The blonde male kept the person reading the responses on their toes, never quite revealing anything. He plays with his mind, ruing his sanity little by little. He watches the boy he's toying with slowly get more and more paranoid. The black haired boy's hands were shaking as he would reply. Why did they never give up and just leave the conversation? BEN would never quite understand. Something about this boy triggered BEN into thinking about his missed kill once again. He was starting to feel obsessive. Just… Just how? How could his toy just be taken from him so easily? He can't stop thinking about it. Why? How? And who was this killer?
Jeff eyes his victim from a dark corner of the home. He is already freighted by something that Jeff can't see. Jeff felt the feeling inside him grow at the thought of murdering this boy. Jeff knows that the boy is getting distracted from whatever he was doing on the computer, as the instincts of someone watching him takes over that boys mind. Jeff thinks about all the ways he could murder this innocent boy. He could slide the knife across his throat, watching him choke and flail his arms as blood spilled from his neck. Or he could Stab his hear. Or gut him. The possibilities are endless.
BEN let his face flicker over the screen every now and then, just to let the boy's already strained eyes gather a perfect glaze of fear. The ebony haired male was completely under BEN's control as he feverishly kept typing, trying to figure out what could be going on. It wasn't such a fun game anymore, was it? BEN progressively got more complex with the torturous game, now changing some of the words to the boy's own responses. The blonde knew that the boy, as simple minded as he really did seem, was close to breaking. He loved the sensation he felt when they finally broke. When their mental state disintegrated and nothing was left but emptiness. Their final act of hopelessness filled him with warmth, one that he himself could never understand. A moving figure in the background of the boy's room caught the gamers' eye. He could see that familiar smiling face. He smirked.
"Well at least I know how to find you."