Stories

Murder

I don't know why, but I am compelled to kill. It pleases me. Everyone's petty life draining in my hands. It feels good. I am going to do the things that feel good, and kill every single worthless soul.

So I set up a plan. I don't want to kill random people. What would the fun In that be? I want to kill the people on my list. I am going to watch their faces go pale, as the blood rushes from their body, as they realise the person killing them is someone they've known all this time.

But I am going to leave the one that hurt me the most last. The person that gave me that God awful rejection. Make her feel like she could have saved them but couldn't. So she loses her mind over the guilt and rage.

I chose my weapon of choice. A knife, a kitchen knife. Guns are too loud and instant. Knives get the job done slowly, giving them enough time to think they can escape with the pain rushing through their bodies.

I chose the date. I called her friend pretending that I wanted to play a game. A game which I would win. I like to toy with my prey. I used a voice changer so she didn't know it was me. But I didn't wear a mask, because what is the point of that? I'm not going to hide my face. I want them to see it was me.

I rang the doorbell, and went in through the back. I told her I was in her house, watching her. She looked worried. She should.

I told her that if she runs, she dies. She ran to the phone, I jumped and sliced her throat. She should have listened.

I dragged her body, and left a trail of blood to her room. I drew the words, 'She deserved it' and 'it is your fault, Emily' on the wall. Time to kill another friend. Emily is that person that rejected me, she made me like this. She deserves to pay.

People were sad when they found out she was dead. The person I killed. I pretended to be sad too, but in reality, I was happy, and filled with joy as Emily was losing it. She had to leave school because she was so distraught. Then I killed my next target.

I killed my next target by throwing them off the roof of their house and then slowly slicing their throat. They writhed in pain as the life slowly drained from her body. It was delightful.

Emily is having a party at her place. I think it is time for the bloodbath.

I went invited to the party, and started slowly luring people into a place out back and murdered every single one of them slowly, until it was just Emily. I cut the phone signal so she couldn't call the police, and turned off all the lights. I walked towards her covered in blood. She started to run and hide. I trapped her a corner and knocked her out.

I dragged her unconscious body to a shed filled with the corpses of her friends. When she woke up, she started screaming and kicking as she was held down in a chair. Tied up for me to torture. I grabbed my knife, and ran it down her body, then stabbed her in the leg repeatedly. She screamed and cried, so I tortured her some more, until she had finally taken her last breath.

The shed doors opened, and men with guns barged in, and kidnapped me. They took me to a facility and held me there for a few days.

On the fourth day this deformed man came into the room, and said that he needed me for the cause. They liked my creativity in my killing. I accepted.

I became part of the Iron Fist, and I will serve them forever. To destroy humanity, to kill all of them.

My name is not important. I don't need filthy pathetic names. What is important is that no one is safe from me. None of you filthy dreaded humans will live to see tomorrow.

Remember now. You're next...