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Chapter Three

Andy drunk and high has no clue what he just did, he basically just signed his death sentence.

Allowing a total (hottie *winky face*) stranger to come into your house and then on top of that treating them like dirt.

Big mistake buddy.

My psycho side was hungry for blood and death and Mckillsalot was ready to comply.

Andy begin to back up as I began to step closer, a menacing gleam in my dark eyes. They were void of emotion as drew near and he backed up in to the nearest wall.

I smirked.

"Finally", I thought to myself.

Then, I let my psycho side run wild and I saw red.

I lunged aiming for Andy's wrist.

I hear a crunch then a tump and knew I hit the target straight on-point and successfully cut off Mr. Cooke's hand.

Andy in total dismay, clutched the stub where his hand should have been. It bled profusely.

I grinned ear to ear, as I grew excited again, using Mckillsalot, I slid and cut the machete on Andy's other hand. Then I heard the same crunch, tump and a howl of pure agony escape from Mr. Cooke's mouth.

Without hands, Mr. Cooke was utterly defenseless. Well besides his legs in which he can run away with.

I guess I will need to change that.

The hacks with my machete and Andy's screams are the only thing that fill the room.

I chop down with Mckillsalot on Andy's legs, cutting them. Departing everything from the knee down off. Blood splatters on my face as I grin sinisterly.

Without any hands or any legs, Andy is completely and utterly defenseless against me and now the real fun begins.

I take Andy by the stub and dragging him to the nearest room, blood staining the floor in a messy trail. Andy, now wasn't screaming, he seemed to have accepted his fate, but as still sobbing like a child.

Pathetic.

Now in the room, which just so happened to be the kitchen, I got to work.

First, I stopped the bleeding of his stubs with a dirty kitchen towel, I wanted him to be awake for this, not passed out from blood loss.
I then, tied him tightly to the legs kitchen table.

I smirked as I then began to cleanly stab his body everywhere that wasn't a fatal spot.

Since I did each stab so cleanly, it didn't bleed as bad as a messier cut.

I knew this was extremely painful and I had done it many times before. Its one of my favorite tortures to inflict.

Then, I pulled out sharpie and proceed to cut words into his stomach. I cut words which I thought represented his personality such as 'rapist', 'pothead', and 'alcoholic'. Fitting, yes?

Still sobbing ,"W-what do you want from me-e?! Why-y are you d-doing this? P-please s-stop-p." Andy bubblered.

I looked at him.
My machete still in my hand, and his blood covering my face.
I looked at him.

I broke into a chuckle.
I chuckled for a few moments until my laughing gradually got louder and more mad.
Within seconds I was laughing as if I had just come out of a mental institution and I was bat crazy.

Andy stared at me with wild eyes as I continued to laugh.

Suddenly, I stopped and looked straight in to his distorted, and fear filled eyes and said ,"I am doing this because it's fun. ".

Andy's eyes widened, as if he had just realized the situation. I smiled.

Most definitely worth it, and then proceeded to slip the final blows in his mutilated body until, his final breaths left his lungs.

***

"Fuck, I don't want to clean this up", I muttered as I looked around the bloody apartment.

Usually, I was much cleaner with my kills to make sure I could easily take what I needed to survive like money or food and leave undetected.

However, today was a special case and I couldn't let him die with out things getting a bit messy. The guy was a total asshole and prick, he wasn't dying a peaceful death (not, that he was anyway but you know what I mean).

'Screw it' I thought to myself 'He probably doesn't have any good things or money, look at this place' my eyes swept across the room, the paint was peeling from the walls and I think I just saw cockroach go under the couch.

I shivered.

I guess its good I killed that guy, he isn't such a lost to society after all.

Just then, I heard a loud pounding on the door and from the other side came a gruff voice,"Andy! I need my money! That weed ain't free, you pothead!" Damn I really was hoping to get away free of complications, "Dude, I know your in there, my guys saw you go in with some ugly chick! Dude, you could score soooo much better!".

Fuck no.

This a-hole just called me ugly.
Muther trucks don't get away with that.

I grabbed Mckillsalot and held it firmly in my hand.
I, then quickly unlocked the door and swung the door fully open.

The dealer guy was outside with his hand outstretched as if to knock again, I glared at him.

"Hello sweet-", he began to say before I promptly whacked my machete at his neck and decapitating him.

His large, headless body soon came toppling down frontwards, I swiftly moved out of the way as his body fell in to the front entry way with a huge thump.

I groaned.

Damn just another mess to clean up.
I slowly dragged the guy's massive form from the front to the living room. Then with the last of my strength pulled him to the kitchen where the remains of Andy were.

In the sink there I washed my face and tried to get the dried blood off my face and off my knife.
Once I was satisfied with the job, I stuck the blades back in the pockets in which they came.

'Damn' I remembered ,'the head'.
I groaned once more and proceeded to walk to front and out the front door. Where I then saw the dealer's bodyless head, its smile still grinning at me. I shook my head in disgust as I picked the head up by its hair.

Through the open door, still by the hair I swung it through, not caring where the head went in the apartment.

I slammed the door, and while swinging my hips in success, I happily made my way back to the motel.