The Dying Killer Inside Me
Chapter 1.
I looked at the people hanging, chained, to my basement wall. They screamed, yelled, shouted, cried, and pleaded. I was immune to their cries and pitiful tears. The teen age boys tried to break free but, my ropes and chains were too strong.
“Please! Let us go, we have families to go home to!” I decided to take pity on the girl whose eye liner had stained her face along with her tears.
She was a beautiful girl, she had her hair dyed black and red, her eyes were the most amazing color blue, and she had platform boots and wore fishnet tights with a black and red plaid dress.
“I will only let you go but, on two
conditions! You have to go out on a date with me, and you have to watch that all of these people are killed!” I grinned a Cheshire cat grin, and removed the knife from my belt. I stroked her face with my hand; her skin was baby soft and as pale as mine. I could hear her breathing speed up the more I touched her.
I walked towards the cocky looking boy who wore bad tattoos all over his body. “What are you going to do to me?” His eyes were filled with fear.
“Only show you the most and worst pain that you will feel in your entire life.” I took the knife and ran it down his calf from his knee. He cried out in pain, I dug the knife deeper. I watched as the scarlet blood dripped down into his shoe. I smiled; I reached my hand into his skin and muscles, touching all of the tendons and veins. I grabbed his main muscle and ripped it from its place.
“If I don’t do anything else to you, you’re going to bleed to death so, what will it be? Painful and terrible suffering, or a quick and easy death?” I watched him as he could barley talk.
“Neither.” He croaked. “I want to be taken to a hospital.”
“Well then, are any of you doctors?” I spun around and gestured to my remaining prisoners. “Didn’t think so, well there’s your answer! And, since you won’t make a choice I will make one for you!” I walked up to him and stabbed my knife in his chest. “Long and painful.”I whispered into his ear as I made the knife go deeper into his chest. I let him hang there from the wall as I walked away.
“You sick bastard!” The girl from across the room yelled at me. “How can you live with yourself? You kill people, innocent people who have done nothing to you!” She had tears running down her face, and she was shaking with anger. “You are horrible and you will go to hell, where satin will have his own little place for your soul where he will torment it!” I noticed the wooden cross hanging around her neck.
“Let me tell you a story. When I was fifteen, I had a beautiful girlfriend. She looked a lot like you actually, and when she dumped me for my best friend I slit their throats. I felt so guilty I had to cut myself.” I lifted up the sleeve on my long sleeve black shirt to show her the scars. “Since I had to feel pain and everyone else had to feel pain, and they should, right? No matter how much money they have, or how many “connections” they have, or how many pounds of drugs they have. Everyone deserves pain.” After I had said that I took a large kitchen knife and very Michael Meyer’s style, I slit her throat.
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