The Halloween Massacre

Chapter 10 ~ Warren

I left the girl behind. It hurt, but I can't do anything with her other than bury her, and I don't bury people. That makes it an emotional thing, and that's not what this is. 

I'm still in that room with the treacherous stairs leading up to it, but I now have Alex knocked out and tied to a chair. Tightly  tied to a chair. 

I'm not going to do anything to him until he wakes up. I want him to feel every single drop of pain I have to offer. 

That's when my phone dings. I could swear I turned it on silent. 

The notification says it's from Instagram. I got a new follower. 

What in the hell...

Amira_Brown05 has followed you. 

I knew she wouldn't be able to stay away from me. The games just got much, much more fun.

Alex stirs in his seat. He's about to wake up. 

I decide to send my love a quick message before dealing with the bitch in front of me. 

I sent: Stalking my Instagram now? Seems you can't get enough of me. Good girl. 

That should help her see where her loyalties lie; With me, rather than her bastard boyfriend. I still think I should've shot him dead. Would've been much more satisfying. 

"What's going on?"

He's awake. 

"You're awake! Just in time," I say. with as much enthusiasm as possible. 

Alex struggles against his restraints. The sight makes me smile. 

"you're fucking crazy, man!" 

I step closer to him, loosely holding the scalpel he once had. I drag it across his throat, light enough to not draw blood but hard enough for him to know I mean business. His breathing quickens at the action, panic coursing through him. 

Then my scalpel dips into his skin and slices across his Adam's apple. 

He tries to scream in pain, but the blood running down his neck from his new open wound restricts him. My smile only grows bigger. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, Alex?" I ask him, cocking my head slightly to the side. I hope he's starting to feel right now what his victims felt. 

He barely manages to shake his head. What a pussy to pain. I almost feel bad for him. Almost. 

I move the scalpel down to his wrist, and slice across. 

I wonder what Amira would think if she saw this. The thought of that makes me want to finish quick so she'll be less disappointed. Maybe she's not into psychopaths. Then I'll make her into them. Into me. She'll learn to love me. I'll make her fall so hard her mouth lands on my dick. 

Turning my attention back to Alex, I decide to just kill him now, rather than drag it out, no matter how much he deserves a slow death. I suddenly have more urgent maters on hand. Matters that include paying a visit to the love of my life, even if she doesn't realize it yet. But she will, sooner or later.

I toss the scalpel to the side and grab the knife I had stuck in his spine not too long ago. My knife slashes across his face, but my hand slips and it rides up into his eye. 

Oops. 

When I pull the knife out, his eye comes with it, satisfyingly popping out of the socket. 

My clothes, face, and especially my hands are splattered with his blood, bright red drops adoring me like jewelry. 

As a last and final hit, I strike him in the chest; Right on the heart. I twist the knife and pull it out diagonally, so it follows a different path coming out than going in. 

"Well, this sure has been fun, but I've got to go. Authorities won't be notified of... this little mishap for the next few days, so just hang tight and chill for a bit," I tell him. 

Then I'm off, back down the stairs, out the window, and back in my car driving home to change and clean up. I can't see Amira if I look like I just murdered someone. 

About forty five minutes later I'm out of the house again and driving to Amira's.

It's a lot later than I hoped, which means she'll probably be sleeping. That's ok though, because I have a better task now. 

I glance over at the box on the passenger seat full of little cameras, perfect for hiding. Once I put these up, I'll be able to get even closer to her. 

She'll appreciate this someday. I'm sure of it.