It all started about twenty years ago, he had just turned twenty three and his life was just starting to go in the right direction. He had just been offered a job at the new firm that specialized with computers which had just opened up, Anthony hoped that this was where he could really put my computer skills into good use and actually do something with his life. Anyway he was heading towards his grandparents house so he could tell them the good news, they had always been his biggest supporters and he knew they would be thrilled, but as he turned the corner that lead onto their street something caught his attention.
His grandparents next door neighbor was the type to keep to himself and never really associated with others, he had once heard his grandfather say that he was a little bit creepy with the way that he slowly moved from place to place but Anthony never really gave much thought about it. He didn't know much about the man who lived there, only that his name was Alex and he had only learned that from his grandmothers ramblings but there was one thing he did know, Alex liked having everything exactly the way he liked it and always kept his door shut even when it was boiling hot and he had never changed this all the time that Anthony had known him. Which was why it was strange to see the door just slightly ajar, it was barely noticeable to a passerby but because Anthony knew this street so well he always knew when something didn't look right and there was something about that door that peaked his curiosity.
Even years from then Anthony could not even begin to remember the slight walk that it took that got him from the bottom of the street to just outside Alex's door which was kind of strange, but all he could really remember was gently pushing at the door and watching as it moved just a bit more to give the brown eyed man more room to see. For a moment nothing seemed amiss until he noticed the dark red marks that were littered across the floor and there were some which were scattered on the walls, his eyes followed their dark trail until they came upon a large mass that laid just in front of the living room door which was just opposite the door that Anthony was hiding behind.
It took him a moment to realize what the mass was and when he finally realized what it was his blood froze and he could felt his heart leaping into his throat. The large mass was Alex Shipway, the man that he as a child used to pester and annoy as much as he could. Anthony was just about to push the door open a bit more when something else caught his attention, there was a figure hovering over Alex's presumably dead body. The young man watched as the figure pulled out a knife and began to carve something into the soft flesh of the dead man's abdomen, for a moment he didn't know what to do, he knew that logically he should get the hell out of there before he became another corpse lying on the cold pine floor but a surge of anger ran through him as he stared at the man who had now finished with the knife and was in the process of checking Alex's pockets.
He could do it, just run and catch the guy off guard then hand him into the local police, this man should pay for his crimes and shouldn't be allowed to enter normal society without people knowing who he was and what he'd done. Anthony slowly pushed open the door and began to step into the house when he heard a rather loud banging noise and bright blue eyes were staring into his. Anthony had accidentally knocked the wooden cabinet that was just by the door and now the killers attention was on him and Anthony knew that this wasn't going to end well for him. There was no way that he could actually outrun this guy and he knew that in the fighting department he wasn't great either.
Though it seemed that the world wasn't even going to give Anthony the chance to make a choice on the method of his escape as he felt warm breath ghost against his ear and a warm hand enclose around his throat, though the grip wasn't too tight and he could feel soft fingers stroking the skin of his neck, almost as a caress.
For a moment the two people in the room said nothing which was good because Anthony was sure that if he even tried to speak he would pass out, though that could have been a blessing at that moment. Another moment passed and for a second Anthony was sure he was going to pass out as he felt the killers lips against his cheek, was this really happening? Did this dudes killer just really kiss his cheek? Anthony was about to turn his head to speak but found that he didn't need to as he felt a hand under his chin turning his face so that he could look into those murderous eyes and for a single moment Anthony's heart stopped.
His eyes were as blue as the ocean and he knew that if the situation was different he could easily get lost in that bright gaze. Stubbornly he stared into the killers eyes and felt his stomach lurch as the killer winked at him, "next time try knocking before you enter gorgeous, I wouldn't want to hurt a pretty face like yours" and with that he was out of the door before Anthony could even begin to comprehend what had just happened.
He doesn't remember how he got home without anyone noticing the state that he was in, but he does remember heading into town and hearing about Alex Shipway's murder and he could swear from out of the corner of his eye he could see those same blue eyes he had seen that night staring at him.