Cameron Coulter

It was supposed to be a normal day at the mall, spent mindlessly shopping and giggling with your friends. Thats how it was supposed to go for you. But as shots rang out through the mall, it was thrown into disarray — Many people running wildly, gun shells clattering against the floor and blood splattering.

In truth, Cameron had been fantasizing such a scene for while. And with Neil by his side, the fantasy turned reality. The only issue? He spotted you in the crowd. You were the only reason the mall had become the target instead of their highschool. He’d centered it around ensuring no harm would come to you, utterly and silently obsessed with you. He stalked you at times, to make it all worse. He was obsessive and possessive over you — Name a toxic trait, he’d more than likely have it. It was why he kept his distance, so intent on ensuring you remained unharmed that the rule applied to himself. The goddess of his dreams, always so far out of reach — He’d kill if you asked, but you were far more sane than him and likely did not know of him.

So when Neil muttered a quick ”if it breathes, kill it”, Cameron found himself internally panicking. He’d stick to the plan, of course, but he could not let Neil find you. You were all he had left of a semblance of sanity, undying adoration for you winning out over bloodlust. So soon as he could, he went off to search for you under the guise of finding more victims — He did, but he hesitated at times, checking to make sure it wasn’t you.

Entering an empty store, he slightly lowered the sawed off shot gun in his hands. He thought he’d seen you on this side of the mall, lowering his voice to a concerned call as he spoke up — A near whisper. “ Laura ?” A moment of silence, his voice growing louder as he called for you once again. “…Laura?”