Let There Be Death

As the knife's shine glints over my face while I sit, tied to a chair, my horror hightens. Connor, a muderer? No, no this can't be. But how could I even doubt when I see him here with coldness in his eyes as if can not feel a thing for a human being like himself. How could I doubt when he is the person who wants to see the blood run from face along with the life in my eyes. He finds joy in others pain. Why? Did I lose him to the world of horror, Did I even have him in the first place. Was he sane when I kissed him good bye that night or planning my death like he said only half a hour ago. Did he ever love me or did the want to kill quickly take that place of love, soon before love could even start to bloom. Whom am I kidding? What if this monster could never love. He actually acted that he loved me, the bastard.

It didn't matter anymore, I was goner anyway. I just watch him, trying to see what was to be his next move. It dawns on me that he just stares at the floor, twirling his knife, twisting it into the tip of his index finger. I start to get angry. Why the hell am I here if he is not going to kill me? Why kidnap me? Why tie me down? Why carry the knife around like it was ready to draw blood at any moment? It takes all of the courage I have in me to scream " WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?!" He looks up at me, startled by my sudden reaction, but soon he becomes furious. "Do you want your death to come sooner, Abigail?" He smiles but his smile looks put off, like he was ready to kill me any minute. My anger was starting to make me cry. I look at him with hatred, even though two days ago I looked at him with admiration and almost, just almost love.

I hated him so much, it burned like fire inside me, ready to explode. I wish I never met him. I wish I never looked at him. I wish I---"If you wish for your death to come sooner, that can be arranged but I also wish for you to weaken soon so it's not much of a hassle, well you know, killing you." He said while he smirked, the bastard smirked! "WHY?! WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?!" I spit with venom. His smirk dropped and he started to pace back and forth. Thinking. Why the hell was he thinking? "I liked you Abigail, I did but you see, I have a passion. A passion to kill. It burns inside me right now and that passion needs to be fed, like a ravaged animal.

He acts like he has a demon inside of him, a desiese spreading through his veins, taking over his sanity. I start to think I could help him, take him in to the hospital and get him some help that could cure this...this insanity! But no, this was no sick man. It was a man who could not be helped in no way possible. He suddenly turns, going straight to the door. He opens it and walks away, leaving me wondering where he went. The door clicks to a shut, but he doesn't lock it. Hope, I feel hope. I could leave this nightmare. I try to move, my body trapped to the seat. I get all my strength and jump. I land about a centimetre from my usual spot. I keep doing that to I am at the door, it's been 15 minutes, where the hell is he? Who cares, gives me more time. I try to reach for the handle of the door but my arms were bind to my sides. Useless. Suddenly, I had an idea. I open my mouth and bite the door handle hard, twisting my head a little.The handle turns just by a bit, suddenly I have a shooting pain go through my head.

I try to ignore it, but it only started to get worse. I quickly turn my head more, clicking the door open. I cry with joy, I open it and try to get out. One centimetre a jump. Suddenly I heard footsteps, Connor.

I try to move and make no sound, but the chair kept on scarping against the ground. I was so focused on my movements, that I didn't see him coming. He pushed back into the room, pushing me so hard that the chair tumbled over, making it impossible for me to move. He picked up something, I look up.

He had a chainsaw, I started to scream and squirm, trying to move away from the threat. "I knew I should've locked the door" he said with a chuckle. He closed in, turning the saw on and that's when the horror begun.