For him it was like a syrup, Sweet and red in colour. The thick substance running from his fingers to his elbow staining his pure white shirt which sides are already drenched with more of that thick substance. He smiled creepily.
"Blood."
He smiled looking at the man infront of him who was almost dead his body numb, begging him to kill him already and end his suffering.
"Kill me please."
The man covered in his own blood covered in millions of cuts blood oozing out of them deep cuts in his throat but not enough to kill just perfect for his suffering his whole body was numb despite of he can feel terrible pain in his body.
"Oh boy how can I weren't you the only one who begged me to spare you?"
The creepy guy seems around twenty shirt drenched with blood said.
"No please end my suffering."
The poor guy begged.
"But I love watching people suffer why don't you understand." The guy practically whined.
"Please I beg, I be--" The poor guy didn't even get to finish the sentence and was again stabbed brutally on his nape and continuously on neck which made the creepy guy earn a loud scream from the poor guy, seems like a music to him. the scream was too loud can be heard from a great distance but seems like no one heard it of course how can they.
2am in the morning in quiet, narrow alley which stays quiet almost every time and if anyone even heard he has no guts to check.
Chuckling to himself the creepy guy leaves the body and apply perfect amount of blood on his hand, starts tracing some letters on the nearest wall to the body.
Giggling to himself the creepy guy looked at the wall he seems satisfied, a calm smile but those eyes were hinting something different which was unreadable.
The creepy guy looked at the wall then at the body that was laying lifeless . His smile shows satisfaction but other than the satisfaction there was something else also which was unreadable like his eyes.
Grinning to himself he removed his gloves slightly hissing when the gloves touched his freshly wound hand ignoring it he completely removed them cursing the poor guy's dead body.
"How dare this basterd stabbed me, well see you in hell." He suddenly grinned again seeing the boy's condition he talk about an hour with the dead body sometimes stabbing it also.
He saw it was almost 3am so he grabbed his bag that was laying against the wall and left.
Before leaving he glanced at the wall for the last time grinning to himself.
"I'm Fine."
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I'm Fine
Misteri / ThrillerEverything is not as it seems but what's the truth A boy, cruelly murdering people, watching them suffer like it's his hobby well it is nobody saw him except his victims but they all were gone to either heaven or hell. Two young boys were handled th...
