First Blood *on hold*

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

After the accident 3 years ago I hadn't really been the same. I was always alone, preferred isolation and was beyond uncomfortable in large groups. I had lived off the island I was constricted too and haven't been able to remember a time that I wasn't alone. I lived in survival mode and I the urges hadn't left since I came home.

The island wasn't something that you could describe, all I can say is it bread a certain kind of person. More darkness than light, little hope. I was pure evil and no one knew it. The urges I had on the island to kill and torture were never left long, there was a jail of convicted prisoners that had no one to protect them from my violent outbreaks.

Walking off the train I spotted the closest thing you can get to the image of perfection. Simply natural beauty, beach boy tan and pale blonde hair, matching with soft brown eyes and a chiseled jaw. He had the killer smile to tag on top. The thoughts that were swarming, the ideas of the pain I could inflict. I then realized that he would be the first blood I would take by choice, no violent outbreak or commander pushing me to kill and unlock my potential. This would be the first human that I would kill simply because I wanted too.

I had learned to control the urges on the island and only when I snapped did I kill, but this boy screamed for torture and to end the pathetic existence that he endured. On the inside he was broken. I could feel the daggers inside my boots, my fingers itching to use them like a heroin addict itching for their fix.

I would get close to this boy and I would kill him. Just because I could. And I would enjoy every second of the screaming, the begging and the bleeding. Maybe being home wasn't such a bad idea...