The Devils Angel

2nd Chapter: A Young Criminal

When you start doing dirty deeds,
There's no going back.
You're a murderer
And you can't change that.

I watch him scream and breathed his last...
Just Seconds before I plunge the knife to his chest...
Over..

And over..

And over..

Again.. Till his whole body bleeds out..

I closed my eyes and feel the rain falling to me, washing away the blood in my knife and hands..
Making me clean and spotless just like I have never committed another sin. Oh, he wasn't the first, he is actually the 50th victim on my rampage or killing spree. I sliced his back open, I need his spine.

Its kinda like a trophy. Whenever I kill somebody, I would take something from their body, aside from money and other valuables. Then I chopped the mans leg. Now this, is for dinner. Aside from being a Good Samaritan, by taking out bad people and taking they're lives just for fun.. I eat them, together with my dad, and my mom. My true mom died, a few years ago, and I wanted to have a complete family again so I took a new mom.

She's not your typical mother, she is like me. She's a cannibal and a serial killer too. I met her in one of my killings, she was being beaten by a group of men who knew what she was. I was just 15 then but I know I'm strong, 3 full grown men can't stop me.

I snapped out from my trance, I shouldn't be reminiscing now, I still had to clean up, making sure that everything is spotless. The police can't catch me, they don't even have a clue that an 18 years old was behind all the killings in this small town. Stupid dirty town. Filthy people..

I walked, silently in the cold rainy night...

As I got home, I  heard my mom moaning.. And my dad cursing.. They're doing it again. They're fucking their ass off. I grunted and rolled my eyes. I put my bag with the leg and the trophy of my kill at the sink. Mom's gonna clean it all up when she's done.. I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I have 7 locks on my door. Even my windows have locks. In case my stupid parents wanted to kill me, which I doubt. They can't live without me, especially my father.

Like he literally can't.. I cut off his legs and his arms off when I was 12. Yes, I did it to stop him from hurting me. Now he can't, he won't. He couldn't.

I took off my clothes and dumped them on the laundry basket, I went to the bath tub, turned on the faucet. Hot and cold water came, fogging the mirror of my sink. I took out my razor and my shaving cream. I hate the feel of having a beard. Even a little subtle annoys me.

I shaved, and felt comfortable again. I went to the tub and stayed there for a good 30 minutes. Tomorrow, it'll be all over the news again.. The Rain Serial killer strikes again. I can't help but feel excited and giddy.. They will be talking about me again and again...and they dont even have a clue who I am. That I am still a senior highschool student.

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Monday morning..

Its a beautiful Monday morning. I breathed in the cold air. This is bliss. I walk through the hallways and went to my locker. I love school as much as I love murdering people. The school teaches a lot of new and knowledgeable things. Like in biology, they taught me how to properly dissect!  I thank Mr. Arnold's for that and the drunk bastard who hurts his wife, for being my subject. That was one of the best things I've ever done. Dissecting a real breathing human.. Thrashing all over as he cried  for me to stop the pain, and hearing his screams..