Serial love

The meet

Marcus smiled. His night was a fun one. Blood covered his clothes and he carried a severed head by its hair. He stepped inside his house and wiped his feet humming to himself. He quietly started to sing "say goodbye as we dance with the devil tonight, don't you dare look at him in the eye"  he theatrically moves his arms along with the song the severed head swinging.he opens his basement door and the walls are covered with human heads stuffed and mounted.  He set the severed head on the table and pulls off his gloves  he then reaches into it and removes the small amount of spine attached. He looks at the head and laughs. " I almost forgot." He said pulling out the eye. He then grabbed a spoon and started scooping out the brain through the eye socket.  In the crevice where the brain was the then put Cotton inside the head. "That'll stay" he said finishing the cotton. He then put the eyeball back in the head. He then grabbed a board. Pulling out a few nails he continued his song as he hammered them into the skin. Making the head become attached to the board.  He then hung the newly mounted head onto the wall next to the other ones. Marcus then took off his bloody shirt and pulled off his blood soaked pants. He stepped into his yard and dumped gasoline on his clothes. He pulled out a box of matches and struck one. He threw it at the clothes and his clothes burned up.  He then walked away from the burning clothes his bare feet making crunching sounds in the leaves on the ground. He then walked in the house and was in the kitchen. He looked at the clock "6:30 better get ready. " he said to himself Stretching. He walked into the bathroom across the hall from the kitchen. As he already was naked he entered the shower. He kept humming as he washed his blonde hair which was long for a guy but not past his chin. The water ran red but he didn't notice. Clearly he had done this before. He reached for the shampoo  and  dumped a small amount onto his hand. He rubbed his hands through his hair. Soap dripped down his back as he rinsed his hair.  When the shampoo was completely out of his hair he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He strolled across the hallway of his house.  Into his bedroom. It seemed innocent enough.  A bed was in the corner the walls were beige, nothing to suspect his true nature. He opened a dresser drawer. And pulled out some clothes for the day a pair of jeans and a gray tee shirt he finished the look with his lucky white hoodie. He groans seeing the time. He had one minute to rush to the bus stop. He grabbed his backpack and bolted out the door he ran towards the bus stop past trees and stumps. He made it just in time. The bus driver opened the door to let him on "how is your mom? " the bus driver asked Marcus who smiled "she's doing well he back hasn't bothered her in weeks" he answered half lying. His mother was dead. He walked onto the bus and saw an unfamiliar girl ,wearing blue striped knee high socks, a white mini skirt and a oversized blue hoodie, sitting in his seat. "Hi" she said meekly seeing the way he was looking at her she stood up "oh I'm so sorry I didn't know that this was your seat she said begging to move. Marcus shook his head. "It's fine " he said sitting down next to her. She smiled "I'm Rose, I just moved here" she explained grabbing a small notebook and a pencil out of her bag and starting to draw. Marcus looked at it . "That's better than I can do" he said breaking the silence. She looks back at him. "Actually this is not a picture I particularly like"  she said erasing a line he looked at her. "You are kidding me right?" He says annoyed. " that is a beautiful drawing.  My hands shake way too much to so anything like that." She covered her cheeks. "T-thank y-you" she muttered. He looked at her cocking his head. She was different than all the other girls who went to his tiny high school. The bus stopped at the school and Marcus stood up. Rose did likewise. The doors opened and Marcus got off the bus. Rose started going down the stairs when the guy standing behind her grabbed her skirt and pulled up she blushed and pushed it down, scared. Rose jumped down the stairs with a scowl. She glares at the student who lifted her skirt. " what was that for?" She asked facing the student. He shrugged and continued walking she glared and walked to the office to get all of her stuff she needed because she was a new kid. Marcus walked up to his homeroom. He sat at a desk near the front of the room avoiding the perverse jocks and the slutty popular girls. People like that were not something he associated himself with. He sat down bored rolling his eyes at the conversations he overheard. Then suddenly a knock was heard at the classroom door and the teacher went to get it. An office lady walked up with a note in hand the girl from the bus trailing behind her. The teacher nodded and looked at the classroom. It being a small school everyone knew each other. Rose smiled at Marcus recognizing him from the bus she walked over to him not afraid the least bit. He grunted and closed his tab on his laptop on "most effective weapons to get away with murder"  she looks around the classroom, there are only 15 students. "Is this all?" She asks confused about the tiny class size. Marcus looked over at Rose, actually paying attention for the first time, he gulped. He needed to protect her. She needed to be his.   His existence was now to do anything for her, big or small. He looked at the wall trying to hide his new attachment to his Rose. The door opened again and in walked the guy from the bus who lifted Rose's skirt. She clenched her hand in anger. "That perv" she mumbled under her breath. So low she thought only she could hear it Marcus whispered back, "what did he do?" worried for Rose she shook her head and sighed. "I said too much "