Crimson Love

Chapter 1 First Meeting

Third person P.O.V

A man with a permanent smile, Midnight black hair, And a bad attitude ran through the thick woods. All he wore was a white hoodie and black skinny jeans with converse to match. His white hoodie stained with red. He was a ghost in the night. South of him was a town named Marigold. The name sickened him, but the one thing that he hated more was the woman who lived there. The woman of Marigold were adulterers who slept with one another husbands. Tonight he would enjoy spilling there crimson blood through the town. At the mere thought of it he laughed his rustic mechanical laugh. In his crazed eyes, blood lust was dominant. His once blue but now black voids with white around it. But there was a flicker of something else. As if a piece of his sanity trying to grow. But soon gave up once the monster reached the edge of the woods. It was the boarder between the woods and Marigold and all he had to do was take a few more steps to create chaos. He stopped to see which house would fall to him tonight. A light caught his eyes. It came from a house but it was faint. He chuckled, " Let the fun begin." And started toward the house. Upon his arrival he read the bold letters on the mailbox. It read The Wallmens. His grin grew, and pressed on. The faint light was coming from a downstairs window; the cellar. He wondered ' who would be up at this time? ' As if time read his mind the town square's clock ringed the three tolls of midnight. He was running out of time. The sun would be rising soon and he would lose his prey.

Walking up to the front door he twisted the knob. It swung right open. " How stupidly easy can this get? " he whispered to himself. He walked in with stealth and caution. For all he knew they could have a dog. He reached the living room not making a sound. Pictures were hung all over the walls. Making a life line. Apparently the Wallmens had one daughter and two sons. They were also filthy rich. Now the mad man was really excited. He not only got to kill people but get paid while doing it. He chuckled darkly, and headed for the cellar. Once he reached the bottom of the steps he heard crying and yelling. There must only be one person home right now or this would wake them all up. The crack of a whip was heard and he flinched. Not on purpose though, it was a reflex. He regained his poster and headed for the slightly open door. He peeked through the crack to see a surprising sight. The daughter of the Wallmens was torturing a young women about his age. ( 17-18 ) Her body had gashes all over for she was just in her underwear. The teens (E/C) eyes had no emotion just water pouring down her face. She had (H/L) (H/C) hair, that was tangled and matted from thrashing around and sweat. The Wallmens daughter had short blond hair and infuriated dark brown eyes. For some odd reason he knew her name was Elizabeth. Elizabeth was yelling and screaming at the girl who was chained to the wall. Elizabeth was whipping her while yelling. After words she grabbed the girls arm and took out a lighter and started burning her skin. The girl struggled to get away, but the chains that were on her arms and legs restricted her from moving away from the flame,eating away at her arms. What he found odd was she didnt scream. She just shut her eyes tight and whimpered. Elizabeth just smiled. She grabbed the girls face and yanked it to hers. The girl that was chained spit with accuracy in to Elizabeth's eye.Rage was boiling in those deep brown voids. She slapped the girl and whipped the spit off her face. After that she kicked her in the gut so hard you could hear the sounds of bones snapping. Elizabeth just hmfed and began to walk towards the door. The killer bolted behind a pillar. She closed the door and walked off. Locking the cellar behind her.