The Psychopath & The Suicidal Boy (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER ONE

MARCUS' POV:

Serial killer Marcus Campbell is out on the loose again leaving Chicago with series of 24 horrendous murders...

"Blah, blah, blah... What a news!" I whispered upon washing my red stained hands like paint being washed down the drain. The sound of the water running down the stainless steel kitchen sink and the metallic scent of fresh blood reached my senses. It was the best part of the day. After all the screams, the pleas, the misery... People were all the same. They will all act according to your will once they need your mercy. Once they earned it, they will run away and betray you. Filthy hypocrites, scared of death but were all acting tough to step on other people. These bunch of trash must be eliminated all at once.

After washing my hands, I dried it with a rag and then picked up the rifle that stood beside my old crusty refrigerator. I was going out for a hunt at the nearby woods. I have been busy cleaning up traces of murder from this old cabin that my stocks had ran out. I planned on having venison steak tonight.

I grabbed my hunting cap from the coat stand beside the door, turned the lights off and proceeded. I locked the door before leaving and dug my keys on my left pocket. My jeans were still stained with blood but since it was dark outside, I was confident enough to go hunting with such grime.

Dried leaves crackle with every step I make with these worn out boots. I was thinking of getting a new pair soon as I had plenty of bucks from the unfortunate corpses.

These murders served as my hobby and career for a period of time. Money was a product of vile killings from state to state. I served as a bounty hunter when I was younger until taking lives became easy for me. Those miserable faces begging me to spare them was a common scene that later became a part of me. I became obsessed of it. It satisfied me in an unexplainable way. Like a passion for some sort of art, my passion was for murder and murder alone.

As I entered the nether regions of the woods, the darker it gets. The only thing that led me along was my flashlight. I tried not to make any sound to prevent deer from running away. Although, I heard a rustle from nearby, must be a huge bat that settled on the trees. I tried to ignore it but a faint sound of human laughter reaches me. There was someone in the woods. How sweet! It appeared like I was going to set aside venison steak for awhile and eat some microwavable infront of a severed head again.

I kept my footsteps light to avoid disturbing silence. As the laughter drew closer, I saw a figure sitting on a branch of a tree. I lifted the flashlight and jumped out of the bushes with my rifle on hand. "My, my, what have we got here, a teenage boy on drugs?"

I saw a boy wearing all black with a hood on. His laughter dissipated when he saw me. He looked at me dead on the eye then jumped off the branch. I noticed he had a rope tied on his neck down to the branch so I dropped my rifle and caught him in my arms. He refused to look at me nor speak to me but I knew he wanted me to let go of him.

"If you want to die, do it with style." I smiled and let go of him, leaving him hanging on the tree. It made me laugh so hard watching how pathetic this kid was so to top it off, I kicked him so that he would swing like a doll hanging from the branch. I even picked up my rifle and hit him hard on his groin. He winced from pain but he didn't scream. I could tell he was slowly running out of breath. He grew pale so I took out a swiss knife from my pocket and cut the rope. I didn't want the fun to end there. I'll skin this fucker to death.

He fell on the ground. Instead of getting up and trying to fight me, he just lay there in a blank stare. I stepped on him with my left foot. "What are you doing here at this hour kid?" I asked foolishly as if I am not aware of his situation.