Blood

Chapter two

Anonymous-

The street is completely dark. Just the way I like it. Most importantly there's a lost girl here. Perfect. Smiling I flip around the kitchen knife I hold in my hands. The handle is wooden but the knife itself is folded steel. Perfect for carving. And amazing at cutting. My feet start to walk towards her as I tuck the knife in my pants.
"You lost?" I say putting a fake smile on my face.
A relieved sign rushes through her as her black curls bounce. "Yes I am. Thank God you're here. Where the hell am I?"
I smirk watching the internal conversation go on through her head. "So what's a pretty little dove like you doing out here?"
"My car broke down and the rest is none of your business." She says arms crossed.
"Well if you've got someone to go to I've got a phone at home you can use." I say shrugging.
Hesitation chases attraction across her features. Making the decision for her I grab her forearm and lead her towards my house. Curiously she clung to my arm unlike most people I've tricked. The people I've tricked have shied away from me, but this girl is just to trusting. I guess it's my job to fix that. A chuckle slips it's way through my lips and her head lifts in confusion.
"Whats so funny?" She says in confusion.
Holding back the rest I look down at her. "Nothing you just look really cute when you're frightened."
"Really?" She says with a blush as we enter my garage.
Turning around I close and lock the garage. Laughter bursts out of my mouth. Her form seems to tense as she turns around to look at me. Fear drips heavily off her making my mouth water.

"What are you doing?" She says trembling.

A sly smile comes onto my face. "You're just to trusting. It's my job to fix that my little dove. I will tear you up so bad that whoever you go to crying won't recognize you. Or you could just let me kill you and solve whatever problems you have. But I do have to warn you that if I kill you your body won't stay in tact."

Tears start to come in streams down her cheeks and sobs choke their way up her throat. My foot taps impatiently. When she finally composes herself, she starts to smile. This catches me by surprise. After all who smiles at their killer?

"Thank you. I've been praying for death for months. It may not be for reasons that you know, but I want to thank you. Just promise me that my death will be quick." She says.

Bored I grab the knife from my jeans and make a slash in her cheek. Shock show's on her face making a slight smile slip it's way onto my face.

"Well, well, well. Dove, you can tell me all about your life while I cut that beautiful skin of yours. And for the record I don't kill fast. I enjoy the screams of my victims." I say hitting the back of her head with the handle of my knife.

Her form crumples to the floor. Signing I pick up her limp body, strip her to her underwear, and bind her to the table.

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When the girl opens her eyes at least an hour later she tries to break the bonds that hold her, it doesn't help. She cries and screams for help, but none will come for this weak excuse of a human. Trudging over to her I study her reaction to my presence. Most of my victims shy away from me when I walk into the room, she seems to be relaxed and hopeful.

"Stupid little girl." I say taking out my knife. "You really don't take me seriously do you?"

I drag the knife against her skin in order to get my point across. No response comes from her at all. Frustrated I break one of her fingers, still no reaction.

"What the fuck happened in your life to make you not feel any of this?" I say throwing the knife into the wall.

Her response was short and detached. "My husband and father. That's what happened."

"Is that why you want to die so badly?" I ask venom in my voice.

She nods closing her eyes. "All your torture won't work on me I've seen it all before. So just kill me already."

Signing in defeat I grab my knife from the wall. " Damn I wanted to have fun with you. But guess if your not gonna scream there's really no point in any of this."

My hands clutch the handle in anticipation the blade pointed towards the ground. And with one flick of my wrist her throat is bleeding. Gagging noises come from her as she slowly dies. Disappointed I walk out of the room with a beer in my hand.

* * *

My hands are cold from the beer bottle in my hands. Most of my life I've been killing. But of course my older brother didn't like it very much. Than he died because a bunch of bullies ganged up on him. I guess that's okay though. Their deaths were slow and painful. Only if my brother could see me know. He would be so surprised to realize that his little brother wasn't kidding when he said he liked to kill. Killing is my only vent in this cruel world. I want everyone to suffer. No one deserves to breathe for all the bad things that they've done.

Of course I've got a limited time for being in this world so I kill pretty much every night if I can. Not one person has tried to stop me. In fact there have been some people who've become my fans. A website was made for me filled with people who want the world to end. It's priceless to know that many people want to kill. I could basically start a war if I wanted too. But I work alone, I don't need anybody to complicate my life. Silently in throw away the empty bottle of beer, and go into the room with the girl rotting.

Picking up my knife I carve "Go to sleep" into her stomach. Wish I could've heard her scream.