[Prologue]

"Today is the day, where the top 10 celebrities who will be picked get in the 'Hall of Fame', Hello I'm Ashley Gibson. And you're here with me today to witness this event. And that's a rap."

The camera man stopped filming the reporter who is now known as Ashley. He turned over to the red carpet unknowingly walking away closer to it with a bright expression and said, "Can you believe it?! The CEO asked us to interview the winners?! We're at THE 'Hall of Fame'!! It's a dream come true!"

He looked to his side, to find that Ashley, the reporter was nowhere to be found anymore. He was looking around with a slightly confused as to why she wasn't next to him. He blinked.

Suddenly, when he opened his eyes, no one was there.He screams, scared. He didn't know what was going on. "AHH-"

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Dave Turned off the TV, he was watching his favorite movie for the third time today, he got bored with it already now though.

He put aside the box of pizza on his lap, and started to go for a shower, it was already at night.

He signed, and went to the bathroom, in there were bodies of multiple people torn apart. He smirked, with a cruel gaze in his eyes.

He cleaned up the 'mess' while humming to himself. After, finishing he cleaned his hands, and got in the shower.

After a twenty-minute shower, became out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a well-built body, with deep brown hair, and forest green eyes. He was 165 cm tall, considered shorter than the average man.

He would be considered above average, all in all.

He took his phone off the table by his couch, and started to watch one piece all over again, trying to finish it over the night.

After, watching one piece until he got bored, he had bags under his eyes, he didn't sleep once leading to this.

He didn't really have family, he has been an orphan since he was born, although he still didn't have a family the orphanage treats him as family. He was adopted by a 'nice' couple who gave him an apartment, sent him money daily. But otherwise, left him alone for himself.

While the more he thinks about it, the more he gets angry. He would have already killed them like he did to every one else who adopted him, for abuse or something. But, they were at least decent. And, they donated to the orphanage.

He wore some clothes, his muscles were not shown through, he looked like any normal person. Although, he had above average looks, he wore brown contact lens.

The perfect camouflage. He Thought to himself, with a grin. He left his place, and started running on the street some greeted him, he lived in a small town barely anyone here, he greeted back with a huge smile, and hurried expression.

He purposely got late, to make people think he 'accidentally' overslept, he had a reputation to hold up. He worked as a camera man. When he got there, to the gates- The guards smiled and greeted him while one of them said, "You're late again? I shouldn't be surprised anymore honestly- let me guess you overslept?"

"How did ya know?" He asked with a curious expression, a smile. The two guards both laughed and let him in.

Almost everyone greeted him, he had amazing Charisma, with great manipulation skills. He loved the thrill of having someone do anything you want for you, making them play around your hands.

while humming to himself, he greeted everyone with a sweet childish innocent bright grin. The last person he killed was yesterday, some kind of idiot who walked into an alley and agreed to come with him to his apartment, because he believed he was 'innocent'. It was one of the workers here.

He was itching to kill someone, he always had the urge, too. Although, he loved harming himself, he loved the pain. It felt pleasant and like he deserved it, but he loved killing others and causing pain too.

"Good morning, Dave! Late again, eh?" One of the workers said, smiling at him like a parent. He patted his head. "Good morning!~ And stop patting me!!" He said with a pout, although inside he was itching to kill the man.

"Aww" The others said, with the worker who was still patting him. He really felt like just killing them already, but he held himself back taking deep breaths in and out to calm down.

"Stoop!" He took the hand off his head, and glared at the worker. The worker just had a shit eating grin on his face and said, "Sorry, sorry Dave~"

He huffed and ran to his desk, to work.

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After work was over, he quickly went to his place, today was the big day. He was going to commit suicide.

why you may ask? Because, this world is boring. Getting every to play around your hands, has an absolutely amazing feeling to it, and killing people is nice but, there was no the "unexpected". He already did everything he could do to have fun here.

He had an excited grin on his face, and he quickly went to the roof top of his apartment building.

He looked down, and smirked. He walked backwords from the edge, and to the exit. Suddenly, he turned around and jumped off the building.

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A/N: Sorry, if any words are offensive!