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Chapter Two

As I stepped out of the shower. I felt a familiar urge overcome me.

I smirked at myself in the mirror. My now black hair went perfectly with my dark brown almost black eyes. I slipped on some icy blue colored contacts, perfect.

I need to kill.

My psychopathic side was calling to be waiting to be released onto the streets. Killing everything and one in sight.

I held her at bay for now, but soon I would need to kill and feel the presence of blood and death around me.

I slowly walked from the bathroom, and searched for some clothes to where.

I then, finally decided on some black (of course) jeans, a black tank top and a dark gray hoodie over it. I look at the time and see its around 4pm, a little early for a really good kill but I would have to make do.

Then I hid Mckillsalot in the hoodie pocket carefully making sure that the knife out line couldn't be seen.

Unsatisfied yet, I put sharpie in my back pocket in case I get bored with just a normal kill.

With that, I grab the keys to the room 324 and swing the door open. Checking my surroundings first, I step out the door looking for the next victim to satisfy my sociopathic urges.

***

I walked around that damn park for what seems like hours! And yet I still cannot find the perfect victim.

Then, I see it, I mean him. A young, drunk male slowly stumbles though the park. Mumbling strange words and phrases out of drunkness and as he stumbles, parents move their kids out of his way. Even animals back away from the guy. Damn this poor bloke must be stoned as well as drunk because I can see his expression it it looks as if he just stumbled out of the loony bin.

Guy must of had a bad breakup I think to myself.

But hey, what can I say, his misfortune is my pleasure.

Then, I slowly make my way towards the high guy.

I smirk as I finally reach my victim. Then, faking a innocent voice I ask the man if he is alright.

He turns to me. I can smell the alcohol and weed on his breath, it smells nasty and I want to puke. However, I hold it in and again ask if he is alright in my fake voice.

"Yea babe, I am alright." He slurs. Basking me in even more of his alcoholic and weed breath.

I flinch. Wanting to kill him here and now. But, I don't want to get caught. So I relax my mind and try to think clearer.

Then, I got an idea.

"Do you need me to bring to home? You seem a little intoxicated to drive."

He looks me up and down then, let's out a hearty chuckle.

"Yea babe, you can take me home" He slurs then winks.
I feel utterly disgusted but go along with it any way. I don't want to reveal my true intention until the perfect time.

***

The guy whose name I find out is Andy Cooke, directs me to his apartment and even though I don't have a car, he seems to just have grand ole' time with me lugging him and his arm around my shoulder.

"Turn right here", Andy tries to whisper seductively. I roll my eyes and keep going.

This is a lot of work for one kill. But I need to kill and this guy seems to be the only option right now.

About 10 minutes later, we are in front of a dingy looking apartment door.

Andy digs around in his pocket to find something but, before any real searching. He looks at me with a dirty grin and asks ,"Can you get my keys?".

Gross.

This guy is going to be tortured a lot before he dies. I mean a lot.

Then, with a forced smile I dig around in his pockets to get the key. When, I finally find it, I wrap my finger around it and bring it out of the pocket fairly quickly.

Andy looks a little disappointed I found it so fast but is still satisfied with himself.

I stuck the key into the rusty lock, and unlock the door. With my heartbeat beating with anxiety, I turn the door knob and click open the door.

I toss Andy inside, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. I evilly smirk, while pulling out Mckillsalot.

Time to kill this son of female dog.