It's a Struggle Being Infatuated With Someone You Have an Urge To Murder.

What Have I Gotten My Self Into

"I don't get- Why- He's- Going Out- With such such a bitch!" I grunted as I strapped my 'patient', 'guest' -call him whatever you want- to my torture chair.

All I got in reply are muffled attempts of screams and shouts for help. Grabbing my stool I drag it in front of the guy. I pull my portable cabinet which contains my tools towards me and grab my sharp carving knife.

"You know, it's a shame that a handsome guy like you has to go so quick... I bet you're a nice guy, smart even. But guys like you always end up dead or something, hell I don't know! But what I know for sure is nobody likes a nice guy, people always end up falling for- The- Wrong- Person." I exclaimed as I carved lines by his mouth in a distressed manner.

As literal tears were flowing down his face I mockingly pouted at him, "I guess that's enough carving hm?" I sighed. Grabbing my electric razor I flip the switch on, seeing that the mans eyes were on the verge of popping out of his eye sockets, a wicked laugh emerges from in between my lips.

"Silly boy, I'm just going to shave your hair... then beat you to pulp." I said flashing him an evil grin.

As the guy pretty much fainted, I started shaving off his 'lushes locks'. Missing a few spots he ended up looking like Angelica's doll 'Cynthia' from the kids show 'Rugrats'.

Grabbing my bloody bat I used a while ago, I bash his head one... two... three... four... five times. Dragging his now lifeless body onto my operating table, I decapitate whats left of the guys head and place it into a jar full of clear liquid which will preserve the head for many years to come. It's just like...  a trophy.

It's a twisted way to look at it but I mean the plight itself is too, no?

Since I had damaged the brain and decapitated his head which is essential for the body and what it contains to work, there was no way of selling the organs and making a lot of money out of it so I decided to burn the body to ashes using my furnace which had been in my basement for quite a while now.

"Son, someone is here to see you." My dad shouted his voice gloomy and deep. When he had finished banging on the basement door I made sure I took of my apron and all. As I exited the basement I went over to the front door, to my surprise Maria was at the door.

"What do you want?" I asked her letting out a deep sigh.

"To come with me to tonight's fight, there's gonna be alot of people and I need to sell my drugs." She basically ordered.

"Why should I?" I laughed as if she had said something hilarious.

"There's this guy, I think him and his gang are out to get me... I- I don't know he- the other night when I was at the place he kept on staring at me then turning back to his group and talking and then repeating. And trust me this guy is not to mess with." She told me hesitantly.

"... And you don't want little Danny knowing about your secret?" She said cheekily, as she grabbed the collar of my shirt pointing out I had a bloodstain there.

"I mean- why not right, it'll be just like old times." I said forcing a smile, unsure of my answer.

"Great! Meet me at valley street at around eight." She beamed as she threw her self onto me wrapping her arms around my neck.

Keeping one arm limp by my side I lightly lift my other arm and start patting her back in an awkward manner.

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"Don't do anything stupid and stay by my side." Maria hissed at me while we had entered the underground area.

"You know I've been here before right? Practically fought a few of the fights hosted here." I told her snarkily.

"Maria!" Some guy exclaimed as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"Mario" She mumbled into his chest as she dragged out the last part of his name.

"Who's this guy?" The stranger said looking me up and down.

"Matty meet Mario, Mario meet Matty. Mario is one of the guys that hangs around while I sell drugs sometimes." Maria said as she grinned.

"Hey..." I trailed off reaching my hand out, once I did that he pulled me by the arm I had stretched out and bumped our chests together. So much for offering him to shake my hand.

"Nice meeting you little man but I gotta go." He chuckled, disappearing off into the crowd.

"Come on, gotta make some cash right?" she chortled, as she grabbed me by my arm dragging me through the crowd, taking me to her 'usual spot'.

When we had arrived at her spot she immediately pulled me close to her and murmured in my ear as she was also discreetly pointing at a group of men telling me that the blonde buff guy was the one who kept creepily staring at her.

"Do you want me to talk to him or-"

"Maria! Who's this friend of yours." Someone asked, basically interrupting me. Not knowing it was the guy Maria was talking about I go into complete shock once I had turned around to look at him.

"Sorry was I interrupting?" He chuckled looking down at me, though not really sounding like a chuckle due to his deep voice.

"Nope." I gulped, grabbing Maria by the arm I hurriedly drag her to the broken down bathroom stalls and lock us in one as I practically shriek, "Holy fuck that guy looks scary, I think I pissed myself!"

"Why'd you do that?! Now he's gonna be mad, I told you not to do anything stupid!" She told me in a panicky tone her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets.

"What do you me-"

"Maria I want the drugs you owe me!" The buff blonde shouted in a demanding manor as he roughly banged on our door.

"Fuck." Maria whispered to herself, looking like she was about to breakdown any minute.

What the hell have I gotten myself into.