Obscure Radiance

Chapter 4

AN: Hello guys (: New chapter, woo-hoo! I'D LIKE TO START OFF BY SAYING THAT THIS CHAPTER IS GROUSOME AND PROBABLY DISTURBING. SORRY, but it makes it more interesting, aye? I did have a lot of fun writing it,maybe too much fun If I may be honest here. (: But I did also disturb myself, so you are not alone! 0.0 I would also like to thank my sister for helping me come up with more ways of getting this work to be interesting. AND thank YOU for reading. As I always say and probably will say a lot throughout this work, SPREAD THE WORD, comment what you think about this chapter, tell me to update, and follow me, yo. My biggest dream for this work is for it to have thousands of reads and comments, that would be wonderful. If you have questions, comment me them and I will surely answer them. Thank you &  Anyway, yeah umm.. read at your own risk. c: OH! Also, I kind of want another cover for my fan fiction so if any of you beautiful people have editing skills, and would like to help me, could you please message me? Thaaaaanks. x

ANONYMOUS POV.

    Oh, September fifth. That was a great night, if I do say so myself. The blood, the pretty, pretty red blood. The way it flowed down his rippled chest, and spilled onto white marble flooring. It was beautiful. The way he gasped for air as I slid the chain saw along his thick neck.. was fullfilling. 

I wanted him to suffer, like he had made me. His blue eyes were twice their normal size as the blood oozed out his open neck. His hands longed to fix himself.. but I wouldn't let him. Not now, not never.

He would go through the pain, and I would watch. 

That was it. No question about it. He would loose what made him a man, and I would laugh. I would laugh at his muffled screaming, at the way he squirmed around on the cold floor, at the way he couldn't and wouldn't be able to make anyone else do what I had done. The feeling was great.

And the next man.. victim number two. He was handsome. Blond hair that stood up into a quiff, and marron colored eyes, like pools of melted chocolate. If he hadn't done what victim number one did, I would've liked him. But he was the same monster, he had to go.

He was different. He didn't scream. Didn't call out for help. He simply yelled my name out. Like all those years ago. I hated it. The way his tongue made the sounds that formed my name. And for that, I made sure he suffered.

I loved the feeling of ripping his skin off. The tears that came from him, were priceless. I did it slowly, making sure he felt every single one of my actions. And, he did. He cried and cried, pleading for me to stop. But I wasn't going to. Not after what he had done. 

When I slit his throat open, the last thing he said was.. "Why..?"

Why? How dare he ask why?

He knew perfectly well why. Why I did what I did. He deserved it. Everything, and much more. But I'm not an evil person.. so I didn't do much else.

Victim number three; a so called Richard Evans. I'd seen him around before. Though I must admit, I never took much notice of him. Until that day. March eleventh. 

He was casually entering the bar downtown. I decided to follow him inside. The place was dark and musky, strongly smelling of alcohol. The smell was so sickening, I needed to get out. But not yet, no. I had come in here for a reason, and I wasn't going to leave. 

I followed him to the very back of the building. I made sure to keep my distance, but I could still see him. He walked up to a girl, she looked to be about twenty six. Much too young for him. He sat down at the seat across from her, and they talked for a while. I was beginning to grow bored, and the stench of alcohol still lingered below my nose. Turning around to exit the building, I caught sight of something. Was I imagining things? No.. it wasn't my imagination. I turned my whole body back to face them, and that was when I saw clearly, what he was doing. His fingertips slithered up the side of the girl's leg. He wore a wide smirk on his face, that disgusting smirk I've seen so many times. My insides churned at his sickening behavior. It was infuriating to watch him touch her like that. He couldn't get away with it. I felt my lips pull up into a smirk, as I hid behind a wall, scanning eyes down the various options of how I would bring an end to this.