The Never Ending Cycle

I sighed in relief as I cut my newest victims throat, a crimson river flowing from her neck. Today had been a lot buisier than usual, a group of mannerless teenagers barging their way in and thinking they could take my territory, and for what? They sure payed the price for their wrong doing.

Dropping my blood soaked knife to the floor, I grabbed the ancle of my victim, and began to drag her down into the basement. No one would ever find them, partly because I'm supposed to be dead, and this house is abandonned. My fresh kill was a female, she looked around 16. She had dark brown hair that ended just below her shoulders and her bright blue eyes remained to stay open. And I had no intention of closing them, she looked so beautiful dead. Everybody looks prettier dead. Or thats what I believe.

I reached the door to the old basement and released one ancle as I opened the old door. The basement door opened with a loud creek, as I began to drag her body down into the basement where I store the majority of the bodies of my victims. I say majority because sometimes I prefer to leave them either hanging in front of my window or leave them outside to make people get the fucking point that this is my home. No one else's.

I really hope that was it for today, for some reason I enjoy killing... But man the people who come in here are so rude! Like seriously do they have no manners? Then again at times this gets lonely too. It's been years since I've had a friend... But they're probably all grown up now, leaving me behind whilst they go and live happy lives.

I smiled contently to myself as I released her body and let it fall amongst the corpses of past kills, my smile quickly turned into a growl as I heard loud footsteps from above, honestly. Do they never fucking learn?

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Well thats it for my first chapter, sorry if it's a bit short, they'll get longer trust me ;D