I'm a murderer; to put it bluntly.
I've been a murderer for about five years now. You could say I'm a serial killer but I personally believe what I do is art. Yeah I know what you're going to say; "Oh my god, you're such a sick and horrible man! Why would you consider killing people "Art"?! What is wrong with you?!" But my response is; life is boring, at least to me, and I get bored of people often.
I researched art and what it means to people. A lot of what was said about art was that it expresses what you're feeling and the beauty in a scenery. So what many people believe is a horrific disaster, is in fact a master piece. I spend months perfecting my sculptures, making sure every little detail is done with great care.
But before you close this book and throw it away, I want to say, I ask consent. If the person says no, then I will not kill them, and if they say yes I will discuss what they will be sculpted into. I am a gentleman; and I heard you make that weird sound meaning you don't believe me, but I am. I only approach someone who I know is wanting to die, and hey! If you want to die, you might as well die in style. I'm not into the violent deaths; I think they're distasteful and barbaric. For example a gunshot to the head; it's messy and not graceful or thoughtful. It shows no compassion or beauty, it only shows the despite desire to kill and forget. And a lot of these people who kill in such barbaric ways always get caught. I am careful, unlike them. There was only once when I almost got caught... and that's where we're going to start this story.
I was sitting in a library, casually reading a book, when someone approached me. I looked up and smiled at the young lady, "Hello." I placed my book down on the table and crossed my legs. She sat down in the chair opposite me and grinned, "I've seen you in here often... I was wondering whether you wanted to go out some time." I fiddled with my beard and thought for a second, I shook my head, "No. I don't go out with people I don't know." Then I stood up and placed my book back on the bookshelf. She seemed to look sad, as if I'd done something wrong. "Why do you look so sad?" She looked at me once more, then stood up quickly and wiped away a tear that had escaped. "Oh nothing!" She huffed and ran off. I was extremely confused, "What was that all about?" I mumbled to myself. I exited the library and headed back to my house. *Oh yes side note, my house is very large, only because my brother spends all his money on me... I don't understand really... I assume that it's because he's my family but I fear he likes me more...* I opened the door, and walked into my living room. My brother sat on the sofa, waiting for me. "What is it brother?" A smile spread across his face when he saw me; he jumped up and hugged me. Then kissed me, but rather close to my mouth. I pulled away, "Aren't you going to tell me what you want?" My brother smiled even more and ruffled my hair, "Now little brother... I've gotten you files on all the depressed and terminally ill people in the city." I smiled and patted his arm in thanks. "Don't I get a kiss?" I raised an eyebrow at him, "I don't think that is necessary." He pulled out the files and waved them in my face, I tried to grab them but he was too fast. "I will only give you the files if you give me a kiss." He smirked. I sighed and kissed his cheek, "Now give me the files." He handed them to me, but before he left he asked, "Why do you need those files?" I glanced through the files and answered, "I want to help them." I smiled. He smiled back and waved, then left. I sighed in relief, *Side note, my brother is extremely rich and works in some sort of government thingy, I'm not too sure what, and I don't really care* as the door closed, I walked down to my cellar and unlocked the door, a man sat in my cellar. He was crying, "What's wrong Tony?" He looked up and sighed, "I don't know! I just want to die now!" I nodded and walked over to a cupboard; I unlocked it and pulled out some sleeping pills. I sat in front of him and asked, "Are you sure you want to die?" He nodded and stared at the sleeping pills. "You're going to have to take them all; I will get you some water to take them with." I stood up and started to leave, he called out, "Thank you..." I smiled to myself, "I'm just here to help." As I walk back up the stairs I hear a knocking at my door. I placed the sleeping pills in a draw near my front door, and then opened it. My brother was smiling at me, "What is it, brother?" I asked, growing impatient. "I was just wondered whether you wanted some company tonight. You never have anyone round." He winked at me. I shook my head, "I do not want you here at the moment. I have stuff to do." My brother tilted his head, "You don't have a job, what could you possibly be doing?" I glared at him, "To state the obvious, I'm going through the files you had given to me." He pushed past me, back into my home, "I can always help you." I place my hand on his shoulder, "Brother I wish to be alone tonight, maybe tomorrow." He turned and looked at me, then smiled, "Sure, wouldn't want to upset my little brother now." He tweaked my cheek and left once more. I continued to glare at the door. I waited, hearing his footsteps, then his car engine. Once I no longer heard the roar of the car engine I continued with my job. I reclaimed the sleeping pills and got a glass of water. I made my way back down to the cellar where Tony was now lying on the floor, still crying. I placed the glass of water next to him, with the sleeping pills. Then I left, for about an hour. To give him enough time to rethink and maybe change his choice. After the hour I made my way back to the cellar to see Tony, still on the floor; but all of the water was gone and so were all the sleeping pills. I walked over and sat by his side, he was still breathing and his eyes were still open. I took his pulse; it was slowing down. "Just relax, Tony. It will be over soon." Still with my finger presses against his neck, I feel the last of his life slip away. I smiled a bit to myself and walked over to a table in the cellar. Lying on the table was Tony's note and a diagram of what he wanted to look like when he had died. I pulled out a large box out from under the table. In the box was the equipment to make him what he wanted to be; a fairy. *Side note, (Yes there are going to be a lot of side notes) but the victim always chooses what they want to be when they die and Tony wanted to be a fairy* I had to drag his body into my freeze, *Another side note, I have a lot of money so I have a massive freezer in my cellar. My brother is very generous...* Anyway, I dragged him into the freezer, because I want his blood to clot and I want to preserve his body, for later. I yawned and went back upstairs to the living room. I made myself some dinner and ate it in front of the fire. After I had finished my dinner I cleaned up and went to sleep. Ready for the next day, which was going to be busy.
I woke up early and got some orange juice to down quickly and then started my work. I made my way back down to my cellar and opened the freezer. It took me a while to suit up in long white clothes, which cover my entire body. I also put on thin rubber gloves, a mask, some goggles and a cap. Just to make sure none of my DNA contaminates my patient. It also took me a while to pull Tony's body out of the freezer, and take his clothes off. Once I had placed him down on his front, I got my equipment ready. First I had to make small incisions on the back of his neck, shoulder blades and thighs. The incisions where about two centimetres large, because I was going to put in flexible wire to make sure I could bend his body into shape. Some blood squelched out of the incisions as I inserted the flexible wire, it took about twenty minutes to get all the wires in place. I wiped away the excess blood with a cotton ball. I placed plasters over the cuts, where the wire had entered. I sat back and glanced over his body; the wire was not visible, only a few long bumps.
There was a knock at the front door, I let a loud sigh and mumbled, and "It better not be my brother..." I trudged up the stairs and locked the cellar door behind me. As I opened the door, a whoosh of perfume hit me in the face. I stepped back from the hit. "Who is it?" I coughed. A woman appeared from behind the door, she looked sad as if she was crying before she had gotten here. "What is it?" I asked getting frustrated. The woman tried to smile, "Hello... I need help... I'm one of your brother's lawyers..." I pulled out my pocket hankie and held it against my mouth and nose. She whispered, "I-I..." She burst into tears, I sighed, "Please calm down, and tell me what you want." She cried a little longer but quickly wiped her tears away. "I got told that you are a psychiatrist... and you didn't charge." I looked at her up down and sighed louder, "Come back tomorrow, I have a patient right now." Her face screwed up, but she nodded and left. I removed the pocket hankie from my face and placed it back into my pocket. I then realized I was still in my long white clothes, I checked if there was any blood on it, there wasn't any, so there should be no suspicion. I made my way back to my patient. He was still lying there, which was good. I had to make two more incisions, about five centimetres, on his upper back. I had to make the wings before implanting them in his back. It took me a while, seeing as I had to be careful not to rip them. But I made them, out of thin green tissue paper and wire. I then slid them into the incisions I had made before. He wanted an outfit made out of leaves, but I had to use fake leaves so that they didn't decay too quickly. Once I had made the outfit, I fitted him into it and stepped back, looking at my master piece. I smiled to myself as I looked at its magnificence. I then quickly got lunch, and spent some time reading a book, waiting for night time to approach.
I had to be really careful with the next job; I had to get him, from my house to a park without ripping or tearing his wings. But I managed it. It was the dead of night when I placed him in a upright sitting position, on a park bench. I placed his note in his hands, and then put a flower on top. This took a lot longer than you would've thought. I had to make sure he wouldn't fall from the wind and that his wings wouldn't crumple.
The sun peeked up, striking beams of light across the park. Lighting up my master piece. I didn't have enough time to apply any makeup to make him seem more alive, so I had to leave him before anyone saw me.
