In London, England, a killer, about almost but not quite five feet tall wearing a cloak, a dingy green wrap commonly worn by belly dancers only missing the chimes, and gray harem pants with the legs having different lengths with the left pant leg's bottom halfway through their shin and her right pant leg only covered up to a third of their thigh, killed a woman who was already really annoying just by looking at her(the woman, not the killer). Not long after, the killer was caught by a man who called the police and had them arrested.
When the killer was taken to the prison warden's office, the warden looked at them. "I see you've finally been caught. You must be the serial killer that everyone's talking about." He said. "Wolfsbane, isn't it? You've killed a hundred women in Europe, with half of them from England and Germany. And since you've never been seen without the cloak, let's take it off, shall we?"
The killer, or Wolfsbane, let out a growl as they tried to escape from their bonds on the chair. And, when the hood of the cloak was let down, the killer was revealed to be a girl, eighteen years of age, with a young slightly rounded face, blonde hair tied in pigtails with the left one lower than the other, pale skin, and turquoise eyes that definitely belonged to a killer.
"You're a woman?" The warden was shocked!
Wolfsbane let out a psychotic laugh. "All this time, you thought I was a man? What kind of a warden are you? Just a random nitwit picked by the prime minister?" And with that, she managed to break free from her bonds and killed the warden and the people surrounding her. She took off her cape so no one will recognize her. "Such a shame I had to leave that cape behind. It was like a blanket that can never be forgotten by a child." Then she left.
Elsewhere, in an academy also in London, Lyla and Leland Harris, twins currently in the tenth grade, were brought together in one room, which is a little weird for the people in their school because they were opposites in their school: Lyla was a nice cheery girl with no friends while Leland is a secretariat in the school with a mean personality. The two look similar, both of them having the same shade of brown hair, the same blue eyes, and a sunburnt cheek each. Only differences are Lyla's hair is always tied in a ponytail while Leland's hair is short(because he is a boy), Lyla has a smile while Leland always has a frown, and their sunburnt cheeks are on the opposite sides: Lyla's is on her right while Leland's is on his left.
"Okay, students," the headmistress began her speech, "classes are suspended because the criminal Wolfsbane is lurking around London once again, except this time, it was mentioned that he left his cloak in the warden's office, so it will be hard to find him." The headmistress is unaware of the fact that Wolfsbane is a woman.
"Do you think Wolfsbane is one of us?" Lyla whispered to Leland.
"I doubt it." Leland replied to his sister. "According to the records of the academy, no one has left the school often enough to murder a woman every few hours. Therefore no one in the academy is Wolfsbane."
"I keep thinking that Darren would be Wolfsbane." Lyla pointed a boy with a large build and large arm muscles.
"Don't think that's him," Leland disagreed with her. "Wolfsbane's not muscular. Wolfsbane's not TALL, either."
The headmistress continued her speech. "But then, if anyone leaves, you might be killed by him, too. So I suggest you will have your parents pick you up. As for Harry and Louis, you will be picked up by your uncle."
In an orderly manner, the students went to their parents and were brought home. Except for Lyla and Leland. They were left in the school since no one had informed their parents. Suddenly a boy approached them.
"Is this the Augustin Austere Academy?" The boy, who looked nineteen, had wavy hair that looked like a cross between platinum blonde, beige and dirty blonde, eyes the color of midnight, a height of six foot three, white alabaster skin, a black leather jacket with gold studs, denim jeans, a gray shirt underneath his jacket, brown boots, a black belt with a gold buckle, and his jacket sleeves rolled up. Looking at him Lyla and Leland immediately thought he was American. But his accent was not American. In fact, it was a Northern European one. "My name is Sawdust Bjornsson and I am looking for Agatha Austere. Where is she?"
"The headmistress?" Lyla asked. "She's back there in her office."
The boy thanked her. Then he left.
"YOU'RE FIRED!!!" A frightening yell came from a McDonald's restaurant in London as a boy, who just recently entered adulthood, was thrown out the drive-thru window, about to be hit by a car with a couple inside that was about to receive their order.
Frightened, the couple drove back a little as the boy that was thrown out the window stood up.
"That was very mean." The boy had blonde hair tied in a ponytail, rose gold ends, gray eyes, a tall stature, nine facial piercings(four on his right ear, two on his left, one on his eyebrow, one on his nose, and one on his lip, blue skinny jeans, and a blue and green tie-dyed shirt. "He didn't have to throw me out the drive-thru!" Then he razzed at the window, at the couple, and at the main entrance of the restaurant before leaving.
People sitting on the outside of the restaurant, including a young Korean couple with the girl dressed as a try-hard and the guy dressed as a not-trying-hard-enough, watched the boy who was cursing nonstop while he was saying, "What was that aboot, boss? You didn't have to sack me like THAT!!!"