He was never a _scary _man - emerald eyed, ginger hair as bright as the morning sun and a slim, tall figure. You never _backed away _from him like he was a _criminal - _but he was. He changed suddenly and his spark dimmed. The light in him burnt away like candles when you blew them and his once glistening eyes turned to _black_. With a stern mouth which froze no matter if it was cold or not emerged suddenly and hasn’t changed since. I’m not sure what he seems like now as he is in prison - years done, years left. Nothing can bring back those people so the least he can do is serve justice. Let’s get to know him more.

Orian Vex is a 24 year old man who had a bad upbringing leading to his crime. His parents neglectment sparked vengeance so he took every opportunity he could to gain attention but he went too far. Orion grew up in Kingston, UK in a small cottage house with limited money and opportunities. Vex’s education was poor as he wrongfully skipped lessons frequently and the only situation which brought joy to him was crime. This carried on throughout until the police came.

He always used to bully me and make fun of _everyone_ in the area until I had to leave because everything got too much - my parents divorced, my mental health went on a spiral and the bullying was just the bottom of everything. It all built up until I struggled to handle it but he’s gone now - thankfully. One day, I was on my phone and he posted a video of him torturing a turtle and all you can hear is laughing in the background. Laughing hysterically and _somehow _gained likes. I reported the video as it showed distressing imagery and violent scenes and I blocked him so I never viewed anything like that again.

Orion began getting a hit off the likes and climbed up the steps higher - to humans. I was out with my sister in our local park when he was shouting at me and grabbing me so I screamed whilst my sister went and got an adult. He ran off like a coward so I looked like I was being dramatic but I wasn’t. She was my witness - I know what I saw. This made me terrified to go outside and I ran off instinctively whenever he was near if he hurt me - physically but also emotionally. I never want to see or hear from him ever again but he just kept coming.

One day, I woke up bright and early with my stressed mother darting into my room. “Morning sweetie! I know it’s early but look what’s just came up on my feed”. I get up slowly with my eyes half-closed and analyse the paragraph. My jaw instantly drops as I see something I never thought I would see in a million years. “Is this true?” I ponder - not because I don’t believe her but because my mind cannot process the information I am absorbing. “I have to go out as soon as I am dressed to investigate the scene.” “Don’t you want to stay here? In case it’s dangerous.” “No, no it’s fine! I like a mystery - you know that. This is my criminology chapter beginning and as soon as I can muster all my inquisitivity, I head off onto the journey in front of me.

I ran outside with my white converse & socks, white floral embroidered blouse and baggy ripped jeans. I bought my torch, phone, paper and biro to jot down any suspects and collect my evidence and explanation. I first went to the park but there’s no suspects - unless the chocolate labrador looked suspicious but I don’t think so. I carried on until I bumped into one of his mates. I jot down his name in capital letters: Draven Wight. Unusual but spooky and kind of mystical. “Oi loser” he yells but I dismiss the call and focus on the surroundings. No streams of blood, objects or any bodies. “May be guilty” I write next to his name feeling like a real detector.

Hours pass with no luck until I find something. A figure - right in front of me. No soul, no emotion, no heart. It’s not Orion for anyone wondering - a ghastly sight which makes the hairs on my arms stand up quickly. They don’t have drawn on cross eyes like you see on children’s drawings but their eyes are open staring into my soul. People say the eyes are the window to the soul but you won’t find much in _its _eyes. Their face is pale and empty and that’s how I feel. “DON’T TOUCH THEM! GO AWAY YOU PR-“ and before I know it, a knife is drawn close to my throat and I scream but no one hears.