I stared up at the moon, glistening bright in the darkened sky. I spun the knife in the air catching it again as I leaned against the brick wall. I stared down at the body of the girl lay coldly on the dead ground beneath us. I smirked slightly and knelt down beside her, moving her hair out of her face.
"Hmm." I hummed, snapping the blade of my knife open. I sliced the blade across her hair collecting some and shoving it in a bag. Jus so I could identify who I killed, not that I cared but it would be nice to know... I ripped down her dress before using some of the black material to create a bandana to wrap around my wrist. I placed my two fingers on her neck to check for a pulse.
A dead line... Good she actually was dead. Placing the tip of the blade on her forehead, I created a deep cut and noticed all the blood dripping down her forehead, into her eyes... What I did next was too graphical to tell you, but she had no skin after...
Once I was satisfied with the killing I shoved the blood stained knife in my back pocket and trailed down the freezing cold street. The glowing street lamps were the only source of light I had! I flicked my hair out of my eyes and shoved my hands in my pockets, stepping up to a tattoo shop. I checked my ink covered arms and found a place to add a new tattoo. The bell rang as I stepped inside.
"Sir, the shop is closed." The guy told me and I just glared at him with cold, emotionless eyes. He grew wide eyed and led me to the chair.
"Uhh. What tattoo would you like sir?" He asked and I told him a skull and cross bones with poison written underneath. He agreed, finding a skull and cross bones design to copy. I tried to make myself comfortable in the uncomfortable chair, the guy turned on the tool with a needle sticking out of it, he cleaned the area where he was going to stick ink into and then pressed the needle into the cleaned area. Since I had done this so many times, I felt no pain. I felt each prick as the needle pierced through my skin, leaving behind a dot of black each time!
Once the guy had finished, I checked it and he cleaned the area again. I shoved my hand left hand that didn't get the fresh tattoo into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, grabbing the right amount of money. I paid and walked out after being told for the billionth time:
"If you get an infection or its orating your skin come back and tell us and we'll sort it out." Blah, blah, blah... Like I haven't heard that sentence already...
I trailed down the street again, dragging my feet behind me. I pulled a cigarette out of the few in my pocket and lit it using my lighter; taking a long drag as I placed the lighter in my pocket again. I placed my pointer and middle finger in between the cigarette rested between my lips and puffed out the smoke.
"Happy Birthday to me." I chanted out quietly. It was passed midnight so I was officially 18... The winter nights were cold but I was used to it... It was Christmas yesterday when dad bailed me out of jail...
I took another long drag before exhaling the poisonous fumes into the atmosphere...
Heyy.
I changed the date to Isac's birthday because it was easier to write this chapter. Hope you like it.
Bye.
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Cold Blood / Isac Elliot
Fanfiction"Stalking is such a strong word, I prefer the term..." He paused placing his pointer finger on his chin while thinking. "Taking an interest." He fiddled with his lip ring with his tongue, staring at me. "Relax honey, I won't hurt you..."