Demented

Midnight Kill

This first section is about Harry.

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Blood dripped from his shaking hands. Splatters of blood painted the green grass with every step that he took. His eyes were wild and his hair was shaken up, leaving strands sticking out in every direction.

He turned around to see the dead woman's body. The broken, disfigured body brought an odd sense of pleasure to course through him. The countless stabs that the woman's body had endured. The sound of her choking on her own blood. The screams she would yell over and over to get him to stop, but he couldn't. Once he stated, he had to finish.

He loved having control over people's life. Knowing that at any moment, he could easily end it, and they couldn't do anything about it. Memories flashed through his head as he remembered all the people who had tried to escape him. Some of them had been able to get very far, but never far enough to get away from him. He had always been faster.

Their was only one time when someone had gotten away. He was terrified that the person would go to the police, so he had moved several times just to make sure no one was after him, so now, Chicago was his home. He could easy blend in, with all the deaths that happened around him. So many gangs that can take the blame for him. No one would find out it was him.

That last thought soon reminded him that he needed to wash up before he got anywhere near the heart of the city. He walked for a few more minutes until he meet up with a familiar river. He would come here after each kill, which was many times. He did his regular routine of taking off his clothes and stepping into the river.

Ever since he had found the river, he has gone to it each time after his kill. It was convenient that it just happen to be so close where he had done his killings. The river also happened to run through city, from one end to the other. So it was easy to follow it to get back to his apartment. That way, he didn't get lost, because at night, all the trees looked the same.

He quickly cleaned himself off and put his clothes back on. While putting on his shirt, he realized that he wasn't as careful as he thought. Small splotches of blood lay at the corner of his shirt.

"Shit."He quickly threw on the shirt and reached over for his black sweater. He made sure that his shirt was tucked in tight before slipping on his sweater and pulling up the zipper. After he was done changing, he headed back to the city.

This was the part he dreaded the most. This was when his thoughts would switch over and bring guilt upon him. It was as if having an angel and a devil on each side of his shoulder; quietly whispering into his ear. Usually, he didn't have trouble keeping those thoughts away, but sometime it got the better out of him.

That last time he had killed someone, his thoughts were so brutal that he ended up on the ground screaming. He couldn't speak for two day after that. His scratchy throat wouldn't let him, so this time, he was going to try to control them. Tell himself that it was a good thing to do, trying to convince himself that she was a waste of space.

"She was a slut. She was nothing. She deserved it. She asked for it. I was just helping her to get away from her miserable life. She wanted this, yeah, she wanted this." He slowly spoke to himself, but he was soon contradicted with his thoughts.

She was innocent. She didn't do anything but look at you. You were the one that wanted it, not her. You killed her. You ripped her out of her life. You could have just killed a potential mother, wife, or girlfriend, but you'll never know. Those people who loved her will never get to see her again. You are a murderer.

"Stop! Stop it!" he screamed, clutching his head to get the thoughts out, "I helped her. I was just helping her. I didn't do anything bad." By this time, he was on the ground, slowly rocking himself. Tears were now rolling down his face. He tried to control his thoughts, but they were as loud as sirens. Each thought contradicting the other. He was going mad.

His breathing accelerated and his heart pounded against his ribs. His sight was getting black around the corners. His head felt as if it were to explode at any moment. He quickly covered his ears, as if a thousand people were screaming around him, but in reality, it was very quiet, but he didn't hear that.

"Stop!" he screamed, "please, I can't take it anymore, someone, please help me." he cried out. His world soon became a dark mess as he felt very lightheaded. That last thing he remembered was his head hitting the ground, silencing the demons in his head.

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So chapter 1 is up. Please tell me what you think about the story so far, I would really like to hear. As far as my updating schedule goes, I don't really have a plan for it. I just plan on updating every moment I'm not busy. Anyways, I have big ideas on how I want this story to go. I hope you guys enjoy.