Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
Cameron tilted her head, her expression all wide-eyed innocence. “I grabbed the wrong key,” she said sweetly. “No one’s home, so I can’t get in.”
“Aww, poor thing,” the man said, moving even closer to Cameron. His fingers curled tighter around the blade, ready to strike the second her guard dropped.
Then, the low growl of a motorcycle engine echoed through the street, getting closer with each second.
The man was just about to make his move when he instinctively froze, thinking, ‘No, I can’t let anyone see me. If someone spots me, I’m done for. I’ll make my move after the bike’s gone.’
The motorcycle shot past the two of them with a deafening roar, but it suddenly came to a hard stop with a screech.
The rider sat still for a moment, his black helmet hiding his face. Then he turned toward the girl sitting on the flowerbed and he widened his eyes in disbelief. “Ms. Wallace?”
He actually ran into Milena here. Right now, Milena looked nothing like she did that day. Back then, she was stunning and sharp-beautiful, but dangerous, like a rose full of thorns.
Anyone who wanted to get close had to be prepared to bleed. But today, she was like a soft little kitten, begging to be protected.
Even with the change in style, Xander recognized her immediately with just a glance from his bike. He thought he was indeed lucky to bump into Milena here.
Xander hopped off his motorcycle in a flash. “Ms. Wallace, what are you doing here?
What are the odds?”
Seeing Xander suddenly rush over, the middle-aged man made a quick getaway.
Cameron was rendered speechless.
Cameron’s face instantly dropped when she saw the middle-aged man making a run for it. She cursed internally, ‘What the hell is Xander doing here now? He just had to show up and mess everything up.
She was this close to closing in on the guy, and just like that, the 350,000-dollar reward was slipping through her fingers. There was no way she was letting that happen without a fight.
Shooting Xander a quick, irritated glare, she sprang up from the flower bed and took off in a dead sprint after the fleeing man,
Xander blinked in confusion as she ran. “Ms. Wallace? Why are you running? It’s me, Xander. Don’t you recognize me?”
As he jogged forward, he yanked off his helmet, assuming she hadn’t seen who he was because his face had been covered.
But Cameron didn’t so much as glance back-she just picked up her pace, her figure vanishing around the corner in seconds because the man had vanished from her sight.
Xander hadn’t expected “Milena” to just keep running. He froze for a second, then hurried after her, calling out, “Ms. Wallace. Wait up, Ms. Wallace!”
But when he finally reached the corner, she was nowhere to be seen. Slightly out of breath and more than a little frustrated, Xander cursed under his breath, annoyed with himself for not chasing her the second she’d moved.
If he had reacted even a second faster, he was sure he would have caught up.
Tonight, “Milena” really did seem different-softer, lighter, but somehow even more beautiful than before.
No matter what style she wore, something about her always made his heart skip. She was exactly his type.
*****
Cameron tore through the streets after the middle-aged man, her steps light and precise. He glanced over his shoulder, thinking it was Xander chasing him, and broke into a full sprint.
He’d committed more than a few crimes and had been in hiding for a while, so he was out of shape. No matter how many turns he took or corners he cut, Cameron stayed right on his heels.
Eventually, he made a sharp turn successfully unlocked find it led to a dead end. Chest heaving, he spun around, only to freeze when he saw Cameron already standing behind him.
A slow grin spread across his face. “I’ve never seen anyone so eager to run to their own death.”
Cameron, perfectly composed and not even out of breath, tilted her head with an innocent smile. “Death? Sir, what are you talking about?”
The man didn’t hesitate and pulled a razor blade from his pocket, holding it up. “You really haven’t seen the news lately?”
Cameron blinked. “What news?”
He let out a sharp, dry laugh. “You’re actually serious? You really haven’t heard? Goodness, you’re even dumber than you look.”
Cameron looked at him curiously. “Sir, what are you doing with that knife?”
He sneered, “What do you think? I’m here for your life.”
Cameron’s face instantly shifted, filling with terror. She hugged her arms around herself and took a shaky step back. “But Sir…I don’t even know you. Why would you want to hurt me? I only chased after you because I was worried!”
“That’s exactly why you’re stupid,” he spat. “Let me make this real clear. I’m the serial killer that’s been all over the news in Viremont.”
Cameron’s eyes lit up. “Really? So you’re the killer?”
He stared at her, thrown by her reaction. “You’re not scared? You actually look…excited.”
She beamed. “Sir, did you know the police are offering a 350,000-dollar reward for your capture? If I turn you in, I get the money. How could I not be happy?”
He stood frozen for a beat, blinking at her like she’d lost her mind. “You? Turn me in? That’s rich. You’ll be dead by morning, and I bet when they find your body, the bounty goes even higher.”
Cameron shrugged. “I’m not greedy. 350,000 dollars is plenty for me.”
“Cut the crap!” the man snapped. With that, he charged at Cameron. As a grown man with a weapon, he figured taking care of Cameron would be as easy as it was with those other girls.
However, he had never been so wrong about anything in his life before.
The middle-aged man waved the blade in front of Cameron, trying to look intimidating. The girls before her had all screamed and bolted the moment they saw him with a weapon. The more scared they were, the easier it was for him to take them down. He figured Cameron would be just the same.
After all, she looked like the most innocent, delicate girl-someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
But as he swung at her, Cameron calmly caught his finger between two of her own. He stared at her, completely stunned as he thought, ‘Did she really just grab my finger? Where did she get that kind of strength?’
His shock quickly turned to rage, and he tried to slash her across the face.
But as soon as he moved, Cameron moved too-her thumb pressed down on the back of the blade, and with a gentle push, the sharp edge sliced right into his own finger. A cry tore from his throat. “Ah!”
Blood poured from the cut as his face went ghostly white from the pain.
Cameron released him without a word, then slowly reached into her cross-body bag, pulled out a wet wipe, and began cleaning her fingers with quiet precision.
Still writhing on the ground, the man glared at her, face twisted in fury. “I knew it. It’s all fake. Girls your age are nothing but snakes. You act sweet, pretend to care, but you’re all liars!”
Cameron crossed her arms, watching him coolly. “Oh, I see. A woman hurt you once, so now you go around killing others to get back at her? And tonight, I was supposed to be your next victim, wasn’t I?”
“Damn it. You deserve to die. They all deserve to die. Every last one of them. And you deserve it most!” the man screamed, completely unhinged.
His injured hand trembled, but the other still worked fine. He was convinced he could take her down, so he charged at her again.
Cameron couldn’t be bothered to waste time on him. She lifted her leg and kicked him square in the jaw. The man flipped through the air and crashed hard onto the ground.
His eyes went wide with shock. Blood filled his mouth as he choked and coughed, the blow clearly having done internal damage.
He tried to get up, but the pain was so intense he couldn’t move at all.
Successfully unlocked!
“You…you…you…” he stammered, completely stunned.
Cameron grinned, yanked off the wig, and revealed a head of short hair. He let down his rolled-up pants and pulled off the skirt on top.
In a flash, the sweet, innocent girl from before had turned into a cool, handsome guy.
The middle-aged man stared at her in shock. “You…you’re a boy?”
Cameron raised an eyebrow. “What, old man? Never seen a crossdressing pro before?”
His voice dropped back into its usual low, androgynous tone, every trace of that fake sweetness gone.
The middle-aged man was stunned speechless. Panic hit him, and he began crawling backwards, desperate to escape, while Cameron just watched him struggle in vain.
Then she calmly took out her phone and dialed a number. “Hello, is this the cops? 110? I just caught the serial killer from the recent cases. Just confirming…the reward’s still 350,000 dollars, right?”
The man froze again, then scrambled harder. Cameron gave the officer on the line the exact address, then walked forward and easily stepped into the man’s path, cutting off his escape.
The middle-aged man looked up at Cameron. “Please, let me go? I’m begging you, just let me go, okay?”
Cameron’s expression didn’t change. “Did those girls you killed beg you for mercy too? What did you do to them?”
The man said nothing.
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