Dark!CanadaxReader The murder Boulevard 1 COM

Dark!CanadaxReader
The murder boulevard

  “Hey (y/n)?”

    “Yeah Matthew?”

  “Promise to stay around. Alright?”

    “Alright!”

~time skip 10 years later~

  Young (y/n) (Y/L/N) was sitting at her desk writing away about bands and things when she should’ve been focusing on math. Turning around she looked to her friend Bella who was busy drawing rather violent pictures on her notebook.

  “Hey, Bella?” She got the auburn haired girl’s attention.

  “Si?” she asked putting down the pencil. Bella never really talked but when she did it was rather hard to make her shut up. It was more of a comfort thing she had, so if she knew you she talked if she didn’t the only things you’d learn was she was Italian, and her colorful array of words.

  “Did you hear about the missing kids and stuff?” (y/n) asked. They lived in a small town so nothing happened, and when something did everyone knew about it within a few short hours. Bella nodded.

  “ya I think that one boy who’s been missing for how long? Five years? Yeah that’s about right. I think that he’s behind all those murders.” She laughed. (y/n) looked at her puzzled.

  “A boy has been missing 5 years? Who?” she asked. Bella laughed more.

  “I don’t know. He was the one boy that everyone didn’t know. After all we live in a town where everyone knows everyone. And if no one knows him then no one cares at how long he’s been gone.” She stated putting one leg over the other. (y/n) rolled her eyes knowing this was just another attempt to scare her. After all Bella was known in town for her horror stories, and they were great when camping but the only person who even thinks they’re true was Alfred, and he’s been missing for months.

  “Bella please. Your stories are nothing, no one believes them.” She said only hearing scoff from the Italian in return. Sitting up taller (y/n) leaned her elbow on Bella’s desk.

  “No I’m not kidding about it this time ragazza. I’m serious; I really think this nobody kid who went missing is the reason for the murders and other kids disappearing.” She said voice getting louder.

  “I still think it’s another one of your tales. Also why do you keep calling the missing person a kid anyway? Did he go missing when he was younger or something?” Bella groaned.

  “SI Idiota! I have the poster in my bag. Here” She pulled out the poster and handed it to her friend.
~your pov~

  You were handed the paper and looked over it. The words were faded and you couldn’t really see the kid in the picture anymore. That’s what you’d expect from a paper that sits outside stabled to a wooden pole for 5 years, so it made sense. Apparently the kid went missing at age 11 and his initials were MW. You sighed one thing was true about what Bella said, this kid was a nobody in a nowhere town.

  “See it now Ragazza?” Bella asked as you shook your head.

  “No I agree he’s a nobody but that doesn’t mean he’s responsible for all those murders.” You told her as she sat back in her chair.

  “Seems like it’s the reason to me.” She said as she messed with her hair. And because she’s your best friend you know when she gets an idea. She smiles like a mad man, and surprise surprise that’s what she’s doing. “What if he’s taking the kids too? And making them work for him?” she clasped her fingers together and leaned her chin on the base of her hand, as if thinking up something.

  “Bella I love you but there’s no way that can ever be true.” You told her. Bella smirked.

  “Word on the street is all the murders happened on casping boulevard, mahogany road, and of course Dunshun woods. So if you think this is all another of my tails come with me and the others for a camping trip. If you think this boy is just missing and/or dead you have nothing to worry about. BUT if he is the killer I suggest you bring a weapon just in case.” She kept her amber eyes on you.

  Your eyes widened with fear. You’d never gone to either of those streets or gone out in the woods, not since these murders started happening. But what if it was just another tale from the mind of Bella Vargas, but then again what if it wasn’t?

 “well (y/n) what’s it going to be?”