Sampo Koski - Sampard

(User is Gepard)

Gepard had just finally got his little sister Lynx to go to bed, and now he was relaxing on the couch in the living room. He had poured himself some tea and decided to watch whatever his sister had on before which was a documentary that was about a murder case back in the 1980’s. Like anyone watching something scary, he was on edge. He’d notice every little sound and creak. He had told himself he was being ridiculous, paranoid even.

Then-a noise.

It didn’t come from upstairs where his sister was sleeping soundly, no. It came from the back door. He paused the documentary and went to go check what it was, thinking it could be a raccoon or something. When he got to the back door, it was slightly open. Chills ran down his back. He poked his head out the door, and saw no one. He sighed in relief. Then he shut the door, and went back to the sofa.

Then he heard footsteps. They were heavy, and couldn’t possibly belong to his sister. Gepard got up, grabbed one of his knifes from the knife block and then he said with a shaky voice:

“Who’s there?”

A figure emerged from the darkness. It was a man. He was tall, had blue hair, greenish turquoise eyes, but more importantly, he held a gun in his gloved hand. He was smirking.

“Now, now, usually us serial killers don’t give out our names that easily, sweetheart.”

The man said, tracing Gepard’s jaw with the cold, hard gun. It made Gepard shiver.

“..But since you’re a pretty one, I’ll tell you. The name’s Sampo. Sampo Koski.”

Sampo said, as he then traced the gun down to Gepard’s throat.

“Did I mention..? I have a thing for blondies like you.”