Eyes Of Death

Chapter 4

One step, two step, three steps down the stairs I go with my next victim. Now I wouldn't say I kill every living thing that comes inside my house. This week has just been a pain for me, but now it's time to spill some blood that will well be worth spilling.

I could see the confusion in his expression as we entered the basement. The basement consisted of a chair, a slightly broken table, a few items on the floor at random, and the big freezer. It was so joyful seeing him try to put together this sight, it was almost like Christmas.

"Uh, this is a strange basement you got here to be honest," he scratched at his short brown hair.

"Yeah, I don't have much in here at the moment," I almost mumbled.

I thought for second how I should take him out. Should I kill immediately or knock him and have him suffer for trying to interfere with my work. People can't honestly think their actions don't have consequences. He messed up even though it was his daughter he should of let it to the dumb police. Such a shame.

"Okay, so you said that-"

I grabbed forward at him and caught him in a neck choke. Feeling his face turn red, and feeling the beat of his heart go out of control was quite exciting. Pulling him to the left towards the concrete wall I tossed his head into wall. Causing a flow of blood to erupt from his head an body to go numb as he is now knocked out. His eyes slowly closed and then his body was on the ground with his head bleeding out.

"I'm not that strong am I?" I ask myself as I examine my right arm bicep. "Time to have fun."

I walk over to the right side of the room to grab my supply of rope and tape. Deciding tying him up and beating the living shit out of him till he dies will make him wish he stayed away when he's in the afterlife. I proceed to get my gasoline, and lighter for a little foreplay before the main event. It's always fun mixing things up. Makes thing never get boring, I love this.

After I gathered everything I needed and placed it where I needed it when it was time I walked back over to Tom. He was still unconscious, which I was glad for. I didn't need any struggle to happen. I dragged him over to the chair that was in the middle of the room and I pushed him in the chair. Making sure he was in chair correctly, I grabbed my rope and began to wrap it around his body and around the chair. After doing that I grabbed the duck tape and wrapped his hands and feet. I examined my work, and was happy with it.

He began to awake after a couple minutes and the first thing he sees is me smiling in his face. I see the complete horror in his eyes as he realizes he's tied up, and probably the memory of me smashing his head in. I almost laughed at that because of how weak that showed he is. Such an disappointed for someone to be alive to be so weak. Good thing he won't be here for much longer.

"Why," he says in a low cracked voice.

"Why do you think, Tom? I'm a killer this is what I do," I laughed.

"K-killer? Why the fuck would you do that. I know you, Henry, you wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Maybe the flys were my friends, and everything else was my enemy," I spat out at him.

I saw tears start to form in his eyes, and then leak out of his eyes. He looked at me in disgust as he cried.

"You killed her didn't you?" He sobbed out.

I started to giggle.

"Monster that is what you are, you will pay. I swear to fucking God you will pay for this," he screamed at me as he violently shook around in the chair.

"No, no, you will pay for trying to get into my goddamn business. Out of everyone you could asked it was me, me the person that killed Rachel that's so funny because now you're gonna die, Tom," I took out my pocket my knife from my pocket, and showed him. "See this? I'm not going to kill you will this, but toy around with you with it."

The tears on his face were almost dry and his attitude seemed to change. "Someone will find out the murderer that you are, and you will live the rest of your life in prison."

"You're funny."

"It will happen. You deserve it."

"How about you just shut the fuck up!" I yelled as I flip the pocket knife open and stabbed him in the arm.

"Bastard!" He screamed out in pain.

"That's just the beginning."

I walked over to the side of the chair and picked up some gasoline. He gave me puzzled look as I started to untwist the lid.

"Please no," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm not going to burn all of you. Just your left hand," I paused and laughed. "For now."

I poured some gasoline on his hand, and he started to shake a bit. I sat the gasoline down, and took a lighter from my other back pocket. I tested it out and it worked. Taking a quick glance at him I could see the mixed emotions on his face intensifying. He's hoping so bad right now that I won't go through with it, but I will. It's my cup of tea, the caffeine I need to survive throughout the day.

"It won't hurt that much. It's just gonna hurt so bad that you'll probably scream your lungs out," I advised as I lit the lighter. "Have fun burning a bit."

The moment his skin and the flame from the lighter came in contact a blaze of flames erupted on his hand and a bit up his arm. He started to scream and sob as his skin began to melt. The sight was quite entertaining and I knew I would be sad when it ended, but for now this is just the beginning of what is to come to this homemade hell of mine.