The Mind Of A Serial Killer

Chapter 1: An Angel of Death

     "P-Please.. D-Don't do this...." A weeping hoarse voice pleaded from the darkness. But only a giggle followed by a playful sigh was returned.

     "Now Alexandria, don't you remember what happened? Hm? When I tried to be civil with my new toy, you decided to pay it back by trying to escape. Now we can't let that happen now, can we? You know far too much to be released. So it comes down to my favorite part. "A second voice, same as the giggling one before, replied. With a click,dim pale light washed over the room, revealing a horrific scene before them.

     In the center of the room was a metal chair welded to the concrete floor. A young beautiful woman tied tightly to it with meter straps on her wrists and ankles. Her skin was pale, jets a shimmering emerald green with exotic blue hair, tied into a messy bun. Her face was quite beautiful, but it has been stained with blood. All along her gentle frame were bruises, lashes, burns, and cuts, and more hidden underneath her red tank top and black shorts.
The other figure was a tall man, his hair a crimson red, a wide grin on his pink lips, a scar cutting his face from the side of his right eye to the right end of his mouth, almost like a full smile cut into his face. But his eyes were a sight to see, they were pure perfect orbs of blue, staring down at his prey.
"I've had my fun with you, but you begin are boring for me. I can't let you go, but I can gut you like a fish. "He giggled, his grin wide, showing off his pearly white teeth. Alexandria screamed in terror, as the psycho turned away, whistling quietly to himself as he prepared for the murder.
First, he strode over to a dark oak wood table, lined up with all kinds of cutlery and weaponry. His blue eyes scanning each one until they finally picked one. A large metal meat hanging hook. "This will be fun..I can wait to see your pretty eyes in a jar for my collection. "He cheered, sending the girl into a fit of fear as she tugged as hard as her weak body could, trying desperately to escape with no use.
Then he walked back across the room to a porcelain white tub stained with old blood from his many previous victims. Carefully, the man hung up the meat hook, making sure it's centered over the bloody bath. He reached up on the wall where a bunch of rope hung. The psycho turned on his heal, the grin on his face expressing how he anticipated this moment.
"Now my lovely Alexandria, I can't wait to see your insides out and to see your pretty crimson blood. " He giggled, as the girl had given up on her struggle, resulting in a weeping stance. He smiled and stood in front of her, undoing one leather belt at a time before hounding her wrists painfully tight, and then bound her ankles. The man merely lifted her effortlessly and tossed her over his shoulder while he happily strode over to the bath tub and meat hook, hanging the poor woman by the rope on her wrists.
     Alexandria had tears stained on her porcelain  pale cheeks, streaking through the blood stains. The psycho giggled evilly, as he picked up a butcher knife, the silver blade stained red.
     "Goodbye Alexandria. "He grinned and cut right across her thin stomach, make her scream in agony as her intestines and stomach begins to push through the gap in her flesh, blood pouring into the tub. The sight made the psycho giggle madly, reaching his hand into the stream of blood and coating his fingers. He brought his now coated fingers to his lips, licking off the sweet metallic blood.  After finishing the tasting of his victims blood, he looked at her dead hanging corpse. 
     'Another life stolen from this world. Her blood was sweet and metallic.  It was delicious. I can't wait to kill again. ' He giggles, 'And the hunt shall begin again, until everyone will perish at my will. For I, am the living Angel of Death. '