He didn't like taxis, they made him feel uneasy. He remembered too many times where he had shot his target in the back of a taxi. Those were probably the easiest kills he had ever made. People were always so trusting of their drivers, it made it disgustingly simple. So he took the bus instead, getting off three blocks away from his home.

The Holy Cow Bakery and Deli was probably the last place a highschooler would be heading to in the middle of the night, if not for the flat above it. His flat, to be precise. The elderly Indian couple who owned the building no longer had any need for the extra space, as their children were grown up and on their own now, so they rented it without question to the boy.

Kicking off his shoes, he decided it would be best to finish up the whole Ella business rather quickly. Opening up his laptop, a present from Juan, he went to his school's main page, then to the online yearbook. Ella, Ella... There she was. Her home phone number was also put along side from the teacher's view. 

Pulling out his normal cell, he punched in the number, waiting patiently for someone to pick up. He got her answering machine on her cellphone. So she either wasn't home yet or wasn't answering. Well, this would be fun.
"Hello, Ella? This is Alex Middleton. We met at the party. I hope you haven't forgotten me. I had fun that night, I really hope we can meet up and do it again sometime. Maybe do some shots? Haha, just kidding. Anyways, you're probably curious about what I'm calling about. I was really concerned with that guy we saw before. I just hope you don't do anything to end up like that. Well, you're a smart girl, I know you'll do the right thing. See you around." 

Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window over looking the street, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. Well, that should keep her quiet. But he'd have to keep his eyes and ears on her. If she started talking about what happened, he would have to kill her. An accident or a suicide? He couldn't decide, he was really too tired. Maybe he'd let her choose, if she sought him out again.

Getting out of his nice clothes, he put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a grey shirt, lying down on his bed. Glancing down at his left fore arm, he lifted up his sleeve, running his finger over the numbers. 24869... It was still there, and it always would be. His reminder. His chains. His name. Closing his eyes, he blocked out the memories that haunted him. Honestly, why couldn't they let him be for one night?