Mysterio would sit there watching the kids play in the school play ground every day with the same mysterious look in his eye glaring at a chosen victim. This time it was little Timmy Turner.
As Timmy left the school playground, Mysterio would lurk in the shadows following the inoccent child. Then BANG, Mysterio would strike like a lion catching its food. Swiping his claw like nails across Timmy's face, he would try to scream but the pain from the cut made his face to numb. After 2 minutes, all that was left of little Timmy was ashes covering the concrete floor.
Knowone ever saw Mysterio again after the incident, but who knows he still could be sat in his little room picking innocent children to swipe with his deadly nails. His house still lays on Boylin street in London number 13..