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The hairs on Craig's neck stood up as he raised his bat at the base. That same haunting gaze coming back like it did every game. He's tried to find it plenty of times, but every-time all he's met with is an empty patch in the grass behind the bleachers. A burnt smoke? or whatever those are called accompanying it every time. But this was normal. This was fine. This gave Craig Tucker a kick in his run. Maybe out of fear or just pure adrenaline.
He hit the ball across the court and waited for it to make slight contact before bolting to base.
Safe. In game at least
From behind the bleachers, bright blue eyes bore into Craig's entire being as they closed for a second to take another hit. This was Tweeks favorite pastime. The thing he lived for, and wanted to die for. He always has an affinity for taking somethings life, and when he first tasted human flesh he couldn't get enough. The dullness that blooms in their eyes after death, the sweetness of them. He just wanted to eat Craig up.