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Let the Training Begin

Novel By: KCNiemi

Zayne Walker is a charming nineteen year old serial killer whose bored playing with victims by himself, what he needs is a partner. After a chance meeting in the park with Ray Anderson, a quiet and emotionally damaged sixteen year old; his search has come to an end. Now the game is on for Zayne to manipulate Ray into becoming the perfect partner: in both bloodlust and passion for killing. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 5, 2013    Reads: 47    Comments: 8    Likes: 8   

Chapter Two

I had spent all day looking for someone to catch my eye, and was feeling pretty angry at the lack of progress.

I searched the library, several grocery stores, random streets, and now I was taking a break on a park bench.

That was when I saw him; the perfect partner.

At first I thought nothing of him, just an average outcast being picked on by a group of high school jocks. But then I saw his eyes; oh how beautiful they were!

What with the way they sparked with a malicious fire just beneath the surface; the boy was obviously holding himself back from physically attacking the football players.

Now that I looked closer, I could see the experience in the way he held himself in an offensive stance; ready to strike if they decided to attack; I chose to introduce myself to my new student, already walking up to the group of teens stealthily.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" I asked silkily from behind the abnormally large teens.

Shifting my eyes casually from one punk to the other, I was pleased when they subconsciously took a step back.

Good, they knew they were in danger. "None of your business freak!" the tallest of the four shouted in an attempt to seem un-scared of me; such a pity that there were so many witnesses here, I would have loved to play with them a bit.

Unconcerned with the pitiful attempt for dominance, I turned my attention to the awe-struck teen that had caught my attention.

"Are you injured?" I asked with a convincing amount of concern; there was no need to reveal my true self just yet. "Uh no." he replied softly with a timid voice, I smiled widely.

"That's good." and it was, the boy was just a tiny bit submissive; for now at least, when I was finished teaching him he would be completely submissive to me.

I faced the football players once more, freezing them with a dark glare.

"Now I don't want to do something as boring as calling the police, so how about I just start hitting you?" I suggested with poorly concealed glee.

It didn't take them long to decide whether or not they were going to stay and fight; they practically left a dust trail behind them as they raced to a dark blue 2004 Honda Accord parked badly by the play set.

Putting the license plate number in the back of my mind, I had already started forming plans about having them become my student's first kill.

"You want to go grab a bite to eat?" I asked with a charming smile, he looked at me with slight hesitation.

"Aren't you going to offer me some candy first?"

Such a cheeky brat he is.

"Nope, just a burger and some fries."

"I don't know; I'm not keen on the idea of going with strangers."

Well he had a point there.

"I see your point. I'm Zayne, what's your name?"

"Ray." He replied, holding out his hand for me to shake.

His grip was surprisingly firm, a calculative look in his brown eyes.

"How did you get here?" I asked curiously; leading him towards my truck.


"Do you want to call your parents to tell them where you are?" I asked holding out my cell phone for him to use; it wouldn't do to have his parents call the cops in worry.

"They don't care." He dismissed emotionlessly, though his eyes held a dark glint in them.

'Fate must love me to hand me such a perfect student' I thought to myself with satisfaction.

"Well in that case, I'll drop you off on the way home from Greasy Buns."

"Alright, but you're paying."

"Of course." I responded with a smirk, already planning different ways to shape Ray to my liking as we got in the truck.

[Greasy Buns]

"Welcome to Greasy Buns where everything is delicious!"The perky blonde waitress greeted as she led us to a secluded booth in the back.


"I can help you whenever you're ready."

I hate bubbly people, I really do.

"I'll have the number one combo." I stated flatly, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"And to drink?"


"Alrighty then, and for you cutie?"

Ray's eye twitched at the 'cutie' comment.

"I'll have what he's having." he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with the waitress.

Now that was interesting; I promised myself to experiment with this newly discovered fact later.

"Okie-Dokie! I'll be back with your drinks soon!"

With that she left us.

Finally; it would be irritating to have her hovering over us.

"So how old are you Ray?"

"Sixteen. You?" he asked in return.

This could be a fun way to get him to trust me some more.

"Nineteen. What school do you go to?"

"Glen View. Are you still in school?"

"Nope. Who all is in your family?"

"Parents. You?"

Hmm. Obviously a bitter subject; though it's a little early to push him on it.

"Foster Care. Where do you live?"

"In town. Why?"

Cautious, good.

"Just curious. Are you finished eating?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh yeah. Thanks for the meal." Ray thanked after swallowing the last fry on his plate.

"You're welcome."

Heading up to the front of the restaurant in order to pay for the bill, I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the success this questions game had.

"Why are you chuckling?" Ray asked me with some suspicion; slightly caught off guard by the fact he was right behind me, I quickly recovered.

"Am I not allowed to find things amusing?" I asked calmly, handing over the exact change to the cashier; then proceeded to lead Ray by the shoulders to my truck.

"Tell me your address and I'll drop you off." I stated firmly, cutting off Ray's original question.

"How about you drop me off near the park and I'll walk home from there?"

He's smart.

"Nonsense. It's cold out and you don't have a jacket on." I reasoned with him.

"Fine, fine. 4567 Margret Street, it's the one story green house on the left side of the road."

But he lets his guard down too quickly; I made a mental note to fix the issue later on.

"Excellent." I praised, laughing darkly on the inside.

Pulling out of the driveway, I headed in the direction he told me to go.

Parking in front of the house, I told him to wait a second as I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from my glove box to write down my cell number.

"Call me if anything happens like earlier today and I'll show up to help you out. Or if you just need someone to talk to, I'd be more than willing to listen."

Ray studied me closely, before reaching out to grab the slip of paper.

Sliding out of the truck, he quickly walked up to his front door, turning to face my direction he waved half heartedly before closing the door.

Now all that was left to do was wait for him to make the next move.

'The ball's in your court now Ray; what are you going to do?' I thought to myself with no small amount of amusement.


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