Matt

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"Hi, i'm Matt"

"Hi,Matt"

"I have a drug addiction to umm.. heroin."

Matts real addiction is murder, buts its an addiction none the less so he needs help.He tries and tries to stop but can't, every time he imagines those wonderful bodies with a carved a upside down butterfly like his mothers tatoo with his grandfathers knife when he then stabs them right into their stomach as they scream and scream until he cuts their jugular vein and they die instantly. All he can feel is satisfaction as he hangs their limp bodies by their feet in the ware house he killed them in, so they look like an upside down butterfly.
"I have been hooked for about 6 years on and off, but i have never been to a help center and thats basically it."

(Matts pov) uhh.. that was a roller coaster of boring but this is suppose to help, its going to be good. I could hear the murmer of the up rising butterfly butcher aka I matt calin from south beach. The butcher has so far killed 22 people patterns being ware houses, carved butterflies, and hanging upside down. Cops are lowering in but i cant help it.
(Matts house)
Knife.... Ropes.... gloves.... rufees....
Check check check and check.
Time to hit the bar
(The clove:bar)
Red hair, red hair, re- bingo.

"Well hi there seems to me there is a fiery red hed in my sights that i'd love to buy a drink for."

"Well okay then, im Naomi and that drink would be lovely as long as theirs nothing in it °wink°"
"Hahaha yeah well appletine then ill be right back"

Slip pill... check
*2 hours later*
(Ware house)
Killed..... tied.... carved.... blinking lig- blinking lights? Cops

Crap.....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 07, 2016 ⏰

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