killers love

⚠️Sam Estern ⚠️

(Nobody's POV)

April 6th (6:50 a.m)
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"The morning light is very beautiful, isn't it?" The boy thought as he got up from the murky green grass. Wiping the blood stained knife next to him, with his grey jean pants. He smiles at himself thinking about the people's blood that filled his mind and the house he left out of the day before he enjoyed hearing their screams the sound of them begging to let them live. He thought it was even funny when the husband used his live wife to defend himself against the killer. He thinks to himself. "That jerk using his wife as a human shield. Well doesn't matter he's dead anyway, but the run that lady had in her when I let her go was fun, had to give her a head start to make the game a little bit more interesting. Well I should head back and get rid of these clothes." He looks down at his favorite white sweater Stained in red blood covering his chest from the attack he enjoyed so much.

He walks down an alley way to get to he's house nearing the end he spots a TV in one of the windows in a store selling ramen, talking about the latest murders that's been happening around the town. He felt happy seeing his work on display. This time the news is covering a story about a family being hung on the walls of their house, blood covering the walls around the children hanging. The husband was forced to look at his family being murdered in front of him, while he just sat there in the living room chair tide up foaming at the mouth and a lifeless expression on the man's face his eyes pale as white, cuts around the man's face. The reporter informed the audience the man's head was chopped off by a chainsaw leaving the man's head bleeding on his lap. The boy walks off feeling accomplished.

The boy arrives at a mini bar taking off his sweater and leaving it at the front door. The bar was full of criminals and poor people that laid there or kept ordering drinks to drown their money or impress the ladies working there.

"Well, well Sam Estern in the flesh, how's life treating ya nowadays? Still killing people aren't ya?" A man comes out from behind the bar with drinks in hand serving it to the customers that were on the other side of the table.

"That's me, well you know the same old stuff cutting heads and chopping livers." The boy says taking a seat at the table full of mad men drowning themselves in drink's.

"Oh Sam, what am I gonna do with you? You know what you need?..... is a lady to take care of your needs, you know you're not gonna stay young forever just ask your aunt May about it she has more rages on her then a baker can use to make dow. She'll tell you all you need to know about finding the right one for you." The man says serving the last bit of drinks in his hand.

"Ew~ uncle Stanley that's disgusting. Besides you know about what I deal with as a job.... dealing with people is just a waste of time that's why I kill most of them when Im come inconvenience with." Sam says resting his head on his hands.

"Well, Sam you're not going to be saying the same thing for the rest of your life. At one point you're gonna need someone to share stuff with." Stanley says getting closer to Sam with a note paid to get his order.

"I'll just take the usual." Sam says, now feeling depressed about the conversation with Stanley.

"Come on kid, I'm only worried about you, you should enroll in school, the year is starting back up again, you should go out there making friends maybe get yourself a girlfriend to wet that sad noodle of yours." Stanley says showing a wide, mischievous grin on him. Sam looks up at him now mad about the topic of school. He knows he can never enroll in one because the students will get interested in his background and start asking questions. He's love for murder is what he feared when enrolling in a school, people will become more suspicious of him if he shows up one day killing people in the school. He dropped out of school for the reason of getting caught one day.