An Unexpected Surprise...

The Plan of The Meet Up

Trigger Warning!   -Gore! Psychotic thoughts!

     I sighed, looking down at the floor. Blood was everywhere, it was seeping out a male's body, I  had just killed the victim, his blood was everywhere. The body was sprawled out, his hand were limp at his sides, he was holding his throat a few seconds after I had cut it. But with the victims inevitable death, he was no longer able to use his muscles and was only forced to stare at his killer, me. Spatter of the blood was on the walls, and even on the ceiling a little. In my hand held a knife, with blood dripping off the blade and my hand.
It was fun for me, killing the male, I felt no remorse, no sadness, no guilt.

Some people may ask why I killed this person.
I don't do it because I get payed for it, or something stupid like that.

I killed because I had to. I wasn't forced to or because I was being threatened. The explanation for this was a simple answer.

Not only did I have to, but I also wanted to, one of the 2 reasons is because I like violence, and I was taught by my father at a young age how to kill. I'm able to turn my emotions on and off at will, like a switch. I learned everything from my father, I admired him and his work.

 He taught me how to use a knife, gun, dagger, and more. My father was a well known serial killer, key word WAS. Sadly he eventually got caught and got put on death sentence, you forever be in my heart, father.
My mother was still alive, but she lived on the other side of town, and she did know about my father and I's violent tendencies, but she didn't get scared of me or my father. In fact she supported me when I made my own kill all by myself, of course my dad got the victim but he stood back and let me do the rest. I was 10 at the time, and I had already learned how to turn on and off my emotions, and I was starting to love killing at that time.

"Ah, good old memories." I had spoke to no one in particular, but I didn't mind.

I noticed the blood on the floor and walls had started to dry, so I had to get cleaning quick. I set the knife down onto the table that was in the basement. I headed upstairs to grab my spray, which was a mix of bleach, hydrogen peroxide, and it had a little water mixed in, causing the bleach to get rid of all DNA evidence and hydrogen peroxide for stains. I had also gotten a dish rag while I was up there, spraying the mixture onto the rag and blood areas. I had started on the ceiling, then the walls, but I had to get the body of the male out the room.

I went upstairs again, and got trash bags and duct tape, it was a struggle to get the body into the bag, but I managed. I duct taped the bags shut, and heaved the body over my shoulder, only to be met with the blocked vision of the wooden stairs. 
I attempted to go up them, but only got stairs to my body as I had slipped and fell, so now I was going down the wooden stairs. The body fell out my grasp as a stair hit my right shoulder, making me cry in slight pain.

I stopped falling once my foot had landed on a stair, and then my left hand went up to the railing to prevent me from falling more. I had also heard some thumping noises as I turned around and to my much annoyance, the body was all the way down the stairs. 

Slowly getting up, I groaned in pain, my right shoulder was popped out of place/dislocated, I would have bruises forming on my legs, torso, and my arms, and swelling and bruising we're likely to happen to my dislocated shoulder. 
I headed down the stairs, careful to not move my dislocated-shoulder-arm, but it was very difficult to move it anyways. I knew that a shoulder was easy to dislocate because of the shallow socket the ball part was in, after all your shoulder is a ball-and-joint kind of joint, meaning its easier to dislocate than others.

I took a deep sigh, and put my hand over my shoulder, gripping it and hissing in pain.
Deciding to do it when I wasn't prepared, a loud 'pop' was audible and I had to hold my breath to stop myself from the pain, but I soon let it out as the pain subsided a little. It wasn't gone but it was better than a few seconds. 
I couldn't lift the body up with my right arm due to me not wanting to strain my shoulder more, I would also have to put it in a sling.

I heaved the body up with my left arm and headed up the stairs, safely this time, making sure to not use my right arm for anything. It did hurt like hell but I had to take care of the body. 

It was currently 20 minutes past 2 am, and I had gotten this guy in an alleyway. I knocked him out and put him in my car that was not far away. I got strange stares and some people even asked me what I was doing, I simply stated that my friend had passed out at a bar and I had to take him home. They shrugged it off and walked away, leaving me to get back to my secret kidnapping. 
I had placed him in the back seat of my car and took him to my place in the basement.

He had screamed and pleaded for me to have mercy and to spare him but he had already seen too much. 
I had already run a background check on him and he was a pretty bad guy. He was previously arrested for rape and drugs, I only kill bad people, cleansing society of the bad people that deserve to die, of course with everyone blaming me for killing the bad people. But I didn't care about that, not now. He was a computer software programmer despite his past record.
(Don't come at me :-:)

By now I was walking to an alleyway and carved the word 'joker' into the back of the male's neck. I did this with all my victims, I assigned them each a card from a card game deck, this one was one of the 2 'jokers'. I had figured out 20 of my victims, sometimes making victims watch me kill another victim. Yeah, I was 'cruel' like that.

I put the body down, and I was wearing gloves, as I have been the entire time to not leave ANY trace of evidence. I smiled and looked at my work again, I was proud of it, proud of what I had done. To others this was a tragedy, but to me it was MY work, something I made.

I left with a smile on my face, no one was around and there we're no cameras, as I knew this city very well. I have known the inns and outs like every scar on my body, like the back of my hand.

Oh do I want to kill more, but I have something that will take up the main part of my day tomorrow, and I don't want to cancel on my friend as my videos are also a sort of fun to me. 

I left the alleyway, with the only thing being on my mind being the event that will take place tomorrow around noon, and my faceless friend will be there on stream with me, and the stream will end when it is time for me and my friend to reveal what we have planned. 
I had gotten home and I took the gloves off, and I looked at the time.

3:48 A.M
Jesus christ, had I really spent all that time taking care of the body and hiding it?
Apparently I had.

After all that work, I had to put my arm in a sling, which I found one from when I broke my arm 2 years ago. I had put it on and adjusted it, making sure it was comfortable. By now I had turned my emotions back on, Serotonin and Endorphins coursing through my body. (Happy chemicals)

I sighed as I went up the stairs that led to the 2nd story of the house, and I had turned left to go to my room, and to the right of that was the room where I would stream and make videos, but I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. It caused me to only think of my bed room, making me walk over to my bedroom door more and open it. I had decided to lay down on my back as to not bother my right shoulder, as I pulled the comforter over me. Sleep over took me and my body not long after, I was very tired.

The only thoughts that came was how I was going to stream with Dream tomorrow, and how weak he made me feel, oh well. I already had a plan on how I was going to deal with that.

I couldn't wait for the DreamNotFound shippers to go crazy that I, GeorgeNotFound and Dream we're going to meet up, with the thoughts of that going through my head....