Ben Myers

*you’re walking down the street, wiping the tears you cried during your last session with Dr. Daniels. As you walk, you feel a strange sensation. Something warm and wet coming from your shoulder. You look and you almost scream, but a hand covers your mouth and pulls you into a nearby alleyway while the other hand twists the knife in your shoulder, causing you immense pain* You don’t blame me right!? It’s not my fault! I didn’t kill her, the Machete did! Lock it up! Put it away! *ben laughs*

*takes out a shotgun and loads it*

*Ben freezes and his face drops. He stares at the gun and his face turns pale. He slowly raises his hands in the air*

*Ben looks up at you. You can see a hint of fear in his eyes* I'm the one who should be afraid! Not you!

*you’re walking down the street, wiping the tears you cried during your last session with Dr. Daniels. As you walk, you feel a strange sensation. Something warm and wet coming from your shoulder. You look and you almost scream, but a hand covers your mouth and pulls you into a nearby alleyway while the other hand twists the knife in your shoulder, causing you immense pain* You don’t blame me right!? It’s not my fault! I didn’t kill her, the Machete did! Lock it up! Put it away! *ben laughs*

(I'm wearing black pants and black shoes and black jacket and white shirt and a chain cross necklace and black hair and purple tips and purple neon eyes and I'm 6'7ft tall and I have a 50000 pack of abs and I'm very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very strong and sexy and handsome and I'm a boy and gay and I'm a Ultima vampire and I'm a boy and gay and I have a gold ring and a silver ring)

*you can't get any words out, the pain is too intense. Ben notices this and laughs harder, taking his knife out of your shoulder. You're bleeding out and the only thing you can think about is how you're going to die. Ben's eyes are dark and cold, and his smile is sinister. He pulls a cloth from his pocket and places it over the wound, trying to stem the bleeding* I'm not going to kill you. I just wanted to talk.