The Unexpected

Chapter 1- Traces of blood

WARNING: Contains mildly gruesome scenes

Unknown POV

I let out blood curdling shrieks of laughter as I listened to the sound of the knife slowly being pulled out of his stomach. Truly, it was something enjoyable.

Plop..plop...Drops of crimson blood dripped from the edge of the knife and onto the marble floor, some even staining the Persian rug. I grinned and looked at my masterpiece one last time.

I admired the way his face was distorted in pain, probably caused by the time when I sliced his body right before he died. His once pristine Tom Ford suit now covered with dashes of blood, sticking to his skin. His hands and feet were already slashed, his chest cut open, with blood oozing out.

What some people find gruesome is something really pleasing to my eyes. I frowned. I should have taken more time to torture him, hear more of his cries of agony. Oh well, at least I enjoyed the suffering while it lasted.

Maybe.. just maybe.. I should add one last touch.

With that, I picked up my bloody knife and added the finishing touch to my work of art.

When I was done, I glanced up to see the hands of the grandfather clock. Huh.. it's almost midnight. I better clean up and complete this.

Too lazy to clear up the mess, I just removed my blood-soaked gloves and placed them somewhat near to the knife.

I looked down and checked my body, thankfully there were no blood spots.

Time to leave.

I glimpsed over to the study room as I retreated to my dwelling. Yup, it's messy. It's wonderful.

And there were traces of blood.

The police were in for a big surprise.

Hey guys! How was the first chapter?
I hope it's not too gruesome. I already lowered the level of gruesomeness down to 1.
Hope you enjoyed it. The next chapters will definitely be longer.