On the warm summer night of July 4th everyone was celebrating their freedom, while Reed was starring at the girl across from him, the girl who he had taken her freedom from. After a few drugged drinks it was easy to get the girl home, keeping her was the problem. After his mother had died the only family member left was his elderly grandma, which it wasn't hard to get things past her. She was always asleep by five and by the time Reed had dragged his next victim in and into his basement, his grandmother was in a deep sleep. Reed had no reason to kill his sweet elderly grandmother, she was nice to Reed, he was her only grandson. If only his grandmother knew what her beloved grandson did when the sun went down. He went out to parties, but didn't drink. Reed was there for one goal, get the next victim. Most of the Reed's victims were female and the occasion male that was questioning his sexuality.
Reed watched the girl that he had tied up to a chair in his basement with wide eyes, watching every twitch of her body as he gently stuck a needle into her arm. The drugs of her drink would wear off soon and he didn't want to have her conscience when he took her life. He wasn't a total sociopath. Her name was Lisa Carp, the girl he was about to kill. No one really paid attention to Lisa, no one would even miss her. Lisa was a nobody that was just excited that the star football player wanted to get her wasted. If only she knew Reed's true intentions, no one ever knows.
So as Reed ripped through Lisa's chest cavity he felt no remorse, only the thrill of killing her. Reed felt no remorse as he gently cut out her lungs and set them aside to preserve for his private collection. Reed also felt no remorse as he wrapped Lisa's body up in a black garbage bag, ready to dump in his backyard. Reed never felt remorse for the people he killed until after the rush of killing them wore off. It was only until Reed was completely alone with his thoughts, nobody to kill, nobody to dump off, no party to go to, nothing. Nothing but his own words floating around in his head. All alone.
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Welcome back Psychopaths, Lisa Carp, technically Reed's second victim but you know, I'm not counting his mother
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Football Star and Cold Blooded Killer
HorreurIt was on that day, the bitter cold winter night, that Reed knew. He was born to kill. As Reed stood over the dead corpse of his neighbor's dog, at the young age of seven, and he looked at the bright red blood stains on his hands, he knew he enjoyed...
