• The 4th period of Mr. Lane’s math class had finally ended.
    Derek and all the other students at Wood High finally moved on to their lunch break.
    Their were rumors going on about a killer killing off students in the high school and schools below it.
    Derek, thought nothing off it, until 30 minuets later he got a phone call saying his younger sister a seventh grader was murdered at school.

    “Hey” said lacy a sophomore in his 3rd hour science class. “Hey” Derek replied.
    “I’m sorry about what happened to your sister.” Lucy continued “it’s alright.” Derek shrugged, he felt really bad about it.
    The lunch bell rang and Derek hopped up and started to walk to 6th until, Lucy asked a question.
    “Hey Derek would you be able to come over to my house after school’s out” “I’ll see what I can do.”
    Derek was smiling a smile on the outside but in the inside, he wanted nothing to do with her, he wanted her dead.

    After school Derek tried to walk as fast as he could home, but Lucy got at him, they where standing about 30 feet from the school doors, when she found him. “Where you going?” Lucy asked. “Home” Derek replied as if she already knew. “
    You think I can come” she shrugged. “I don’t know, well my parents are gone, so I guess.” he whispered. “Okay she said, just let me go inside and get my books, okay?” She asked. “Alright, but hurry.”

    About 10 minuets later Lucy came out with her books and homework in her hands.
    “Good thing I don’t live far” Derek laughed a very cold grim laugh. “Yeah” Lucy smiled.

    “Click” Went the door lock, and he swung open the door. “Welcome” he said. They both went up the stairs and found Derek’s room, by the look of it Derek wasn’t a good housekeeper. She found old newspaper articles about kids being murdered. A telescope pointed to a neighbor’s window and very weird things like binoculars handcuffs. “Derek, I think I should leave.” Lucy said.
    “Why so early.” Derek grinned. She looked into his black depressing eyes. The eyes of a killer.

    She ran out Derek’s front door. It was raining now but she didn’t care. Once she was home she locked herself in her room and thought about what she’d just experienced.
    What’s he trying to do, binoculars, a knife on the floor, documents about kids being murdered, black eyes, slow talking, the ways of a killer. Lucy thought. She knew he’d killed his own sister, where were his parents. Probably dead too. She wasn’t going to be the next. She slowly figured out what Derek had become.
    The next day at school Lucy started to follow up one Derek. Yes Derek knew she knew what he was. A killer. A stalker. A quiet person, but filled with power. He himself was not afraid of Lucy, he was afraid of her telling people. After he thought he knew what he had to do. Kill Lucy.





    Lucy was outside sitting in an area with no people, everyone had already left school, and she was writing. Derek thought this as a perfect time to strike.
    He slowly went out behind her grabbed her and pulled her, and then started choking her. Her screams were barley loud enough to get the janitor called over. Derek covered his face and ran.
    The janitor had seen his face. It was Derek Watkins a straight A’ student. And Old Mr. Lemke had to tell somebody. Someone who could stop Derek.

    Mr. Lemke the next day was found stabbed and burned in the boiler room.
    Nobody ever goes near the boiler room EVER. Lucy decided to tell her mom about it, of course the mom said it was a bad dream or something like that. More like a nightmare, Lucy thought.

    More fatal attempts were tried. Derek tried shooting her repeatedly with a bb gun, tried to stab her with a knife, he even hired a hit man, but nothing worked.


    Derek soon was giving up hope.
    In the last day of dereks life he killed Lucy, he snuck into her room and killed her with his hands: he choked her. After that he staged a suicide note by her bead. Then once he got home, he tied a rope around his neck, hung the rope up, stepped on a chair, kicked the chair from out under him and killed himself.

    The neighbors found him.
    his eyes still open.
    Those black depressing eyes.
    the eyes of a killer
    Of a silent stalker.