Author's Note:
thanks to A_Story_Spoken for making this amazing book cover for me ;) this chappy is dedicated to you, except there's a Wattpad issue with the dedicaton button so when it's fixed i'll put you in :)
There he stood, smiling at the mutilated carcass of his most recent victim. Ritually gathering up his torturing instruments, he strolled over to the large basement sink and began to clean them one by one. Chris was a methodical man and lived by strict rules of order and precision. Each piece of sharp surgical equipment, by his rules, had to be washed and placed alphabetically into the box. It was the way he had always been, and that factor would never change for a man so set in his ways. Change was meaningless to him, anyway. Chris had not changed anything in 10 years, vowing he never would.
Poor Kate, she was too young to die at twenty-three. Still, the only thing Chris regretted was ending her life so soon; it seemed such a waste. He never saw the point in murder; he preferred to torture them slowly and dispose of their lifeless remains when he was fully satisfied. Sighing, Chris ambled back towards the blood stained operating table and stared at Kate’s mangled body. He frowned, realising that the pleasure of torturing her had not satisfied him, leaving him hollow inside. Chris had only just finished with Kate yet he was yearning for another victim. That’s all these people were, just a means of fulfilling his addiction to torture and control.
The girl was worthless now and Chris knew what to do. He fetched a tall sack and carelessly dragged her body into it, taking care not to miss the loose pieces of flesh littered about the table. He made sure to fully disinfect the room before he was due to leave. Chris cared for the dead just as little as he cared for the living. Disposing of a body was an inconvenience for him, but at least he knew a safe place to abandon it. It was time for him to return to an all too familiar place, the river’s edge.
It only took a moment to transport the remains to the van, due to the rural placement of his house. After a short drive, Chris arrived at the place he’d been many times before. It felt good to be back. He stood under the disconcerting light of the moon, engulfed in calmness and serenity. He was wearing his oversized, black trench coat to shroud his burly body and buried his shaved head in a crumpled black hat, to conceal his vacant eyes. The only emotion Chris displayed, if any, was boredom. No compassion or sadness, no regret for what he’d done. Instead he seemed to be proud of his ability to remain unnoticed, especially after so many years. He hadn’t even discarded Kate’s body, yet he was already aching for his next victim. Chris always determined his victims by their eyes; it was an obsession of his. He believed he could stare into them and draw power from their suffering. Clearly these were the thoughts of a very sick man.
The ice-licked wind bit ravenously at his chunky fingers as he tightened his fists around the sack. Gathering it up in his arms, he released it into the water. Without hesitation, the river’s glacial hands hauled the bagged corpse hungrily into its murky depths. And Kate was gone forever. The deed was done and Chris felt relief smothered in burning desire for more torture. He fled the scene in a bloodthirsty frenzy and searched for his next victim in a local town. It wasn’t long before he spotted a woman walking towards him in a secluded area. Her eyes were unusual, they told a story that Chris was unable to read. Having never encountered a bearer of such unreadable eyes, Chris was eager to make this unsuspecting person his next victim. He approached the woman silently from behind with a chloroform soaked cloth. She had no time to struggle as she succumbed to the effects of the chemical.
The woman awoke wearing nothing more than underwear, finding her wrists and ankles bound to an operating table in a very clinical room. Although she didn’t panic as Chris was expecting. Grazing her abdomen with the scalpel, Chris saw a flash of silver in her green eyes. For the first time in his life, Chris was scared. There appeared to be a light inside of her that penetrated through the darkness consuming him. She was different, something otherworldly. The woman smiled as she sensed his fear, she was enjoying his confusion. Chris slowly backed away from the bound woman, staring in awe and distress as she began to speak.
“I am the angel that will end your existence”.
