Who Is Logan Reed?

Victim 2

"Please Logan don't do this!" Mr. Brigs screams at me. I have his wrists restrained behind his back.

"Do what Mr.Brigs?" I smirk bringing the butcher knife to his pudgy neck. His adams apple bobs as he struggles to respond.

"Please don't... I'll give you free A's and I wont tell the police if you let me go."

"Oh Mr. Brigs, you don't get it do you?" I say adding more pressure to the blade. " Im just trying to help you remove all this extra fat since you've failed to do so yourself. You have been trying to lose wait, is that correct ?"

"No no I'm content with how I am but thank you for your concern" he stammers.

"But did I not see diet magazines in your trashcan last week"

"You must have misunderstood see I was..."

"I know you are in denial Mr.Brigs, but this is for the better" I gently press the blade against his fat shaving the light tissue.

"Ahhhh!!" he wails.

"I think there is about 30 pounds right here. That was your goal right? To lose 30 pounds. Well lucky for you I'm faster than any diet" I say slicing off the fat around his shins.

His blood does not dare to come through the thick layer of fat protecting him. I place the flesh on a scale weighing exactly 1 pound.

"Looks like we've got a ways to go"

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I see myself in the bathroom mirror. I see my hands covered in dried blood running under the water. I see the smile displayed on my lips. But I feel nothing.

Not the itching of the blood, not the bruise on my cheek from Mr. Brigs attempt to escape. Not the blister that formed between my thumb and pointer finger from holding the heavy knife for so long. I yearn for something, anything .

The only time I see a glance of warmth if form the adrenaline pumping through my veins when I see my victims eyes flash with fear, rage, hope, and finally defeat.

My favorite moment is when their eyes fill with hope, thinking they can find a way out or maybe survive the pain. But they never do.

I snap out of my daze when I hear my phone vibrate against the sink.

"What?!" I snap

"Oh hey Logan, I'm in the front waiting" Tiffany's annoying voice chirps.

"Ok I'll be down in a sec"

I finish brushing through my short brown hair, I keep it short so it stays out of the way when I am working. I apply a thin line of black eyeliner and lip gloss, grab my things and head towards the door. I take one last glance in the mirror by the door checking my mask. Perfectection.

When we arrive at school I am bombarded with people asking me who I'm going to prom with and my plans after the coming up basketball game. I answer like any other responsible student.

"Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world... Maybe we should hang out afterwards...no ... Yes " what is with high schoolers and questions.

I magically answer all the questions and walk toward me and Troy's meeting place under the patio by the gymnasium.

"Hi babe" he says giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey" I say pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. Opening his mouth so our tongues dance with one another. He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer, and I notice the pressure of his hand moving to my butt, yet I don't feel anything. I pull back once I hear the clicking of Tiffany's heels.

I know how men work, I've read enough books about their behavior and motives. They want affection and are driven by lust, therefore to keep Troy loyal I need him to believe I want him emotionally but more so sexually.

He hasn't had the need for sex but if I notice him starting to stray then of course I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep my picturesque camouflage.

"Lets go Logan, we don't want to be late" Tiffany nags.

"Have a great day" Troys says as I walk away letting his fingers slide through mine as we pull away form each other. I give him a belivable flirty simle and he seems to perk up at my gesture.

"You too are so cute together" Tiffany screeches once we are out of his hearing range.

"I know right, he's cute, athletic, has a great body and.." Im cut off by a boy with a buzz cut ramming into me like a train.

"Excuse you" I scuff as I turn my attention back to Tiffany.

"Sorry." he stammers and keeps walking.

"Why can't people just stay in there God damn lane. You could have broken a bone or worse a nail!" she says

I simply roll my eyes and continue on my path to class as Tiffany chews off my ear about all the latest gossip she can cram into 3 minuets. But I hear none of it for I am focused on the sharp burning sensation in my left shoulder.

Pain. I feel pain.

OMG IM SO EXCITED TO BE WRITING THIS BOOK. I AM WORKING ON MAKING THE CHAPTERS LONGER OF COURSE BUT WITH SCHOOL AND ALL I HOPE TO UPDATE ABOUT TWICE A WEEK. I STILL HAVENT DECIDED HOW LONG THE STORY IN GOING TO BE IF ITS GOING TO BE A SHORT STORY OR A FULL BOOK. WE WILL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE.

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