lose your mind n.s. (discontinued)

one

Just a quick warning about this chapter: this is a detailed description of the murder that was reported in the prologue so if that kind of stuff freaks you out you might want to skip this chapter! 

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Sickness of the mind is something found common among many people who have experienced extreme hardship.
Some sickness of the mind leads to alcohol or drug addiction.
Some sickness of the mind leads to abuse.
Rarely, one may come across the kind of sickness of the mind in which murder is a result.

The twisted serial killer H was the result of the last type of mental illness. He had an obsession with games. Why? No ones knew, hell, no one even knew the true identity of H.
The only thing known about him is the fact that he had killed over a dozen people, using them as a part in his game.

"Please, don't do this. I'll do anything, my parents will pay you anything. Please just don't kill me." The young girl rambled from her place on the floor next to the worn out hotel sofa. Her long black hair had fallen over her eyes, due to the constant struggle she gave, pulling at the ropes which bound her wrists together.

"Mm Darling, hush hush." A sickly sweet voice came from the man hovering over a brunette girl laying passed out on the bed, due to chloroform.

"What is it that you want from us? Why is she passed out? Why am I not passed out? Are you going to rape me? Please.. please don't."

The tall, built man turned suddenly to look at the black haired girl sitting on the ground, before he said to her in a low drawl, "My sweet, what is going to happen is going to happen no matter what you say. I have a plan, and my plans are never interrupted. I will not let a little girl get into my head. Understood?" He waited for the girl to nod before continuing, "We are playing a game. Cat and Mouse, if you will. It is very important that the events planned happen according to plan. Now, let me continue. You may close your eyes now, what is about to happen may not be a pleasant sight."

The man, clad in slacks and a blue button up shirt, turned his attention back to the drug induced girl. His identity still unknown to the girl situated on the floor, due to the surgical mask over his nose and mouth.
He pulled a small bag out of the larger black duffel bag seated on the chair, next to the bed. Within the smaller bag were a set of very sharp surgical tools. He pulled out a small, sharp, knife and set it next to the brunette's limp body. Turning around, he pulled a small, black, iPod out of his slacks and placed it in the complementary iHome, resting on the bedside table, then hit the play button.

The disturbing sounds of Tristan and Isolde by Richard Wagner flowed through the air. Humming along to the tune, the man brought his attention back to the victim lying nearly lifeless less than a foot away.

He picked up the small knife and held it in his hand.

"The evils of the world shall now be taken away from you. Rest forever more, will now be given to you. Slumber of eternity may come to you and may your soul live forever in the next life." The man said before bringing the sharp edge of the knife blade against the poor, unfortunate girl's neck.

The victim situated on the floor, squeezed her eyes shut and tried to tune out the mad chanting of her kidnapper. She tried to think of happy things, knowing what was happening to the other victim in the room.
No matter what she thought of, her fear never strayed. Tears poured from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Whimpers of terror and utter sadness for the now lifeless girl on the bed, seeped from her throat.

But she stayed silent, as earlier told and waited.

The man, now finished with the girls throat, moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed a hold of the dead girl's ankle.
With a steady hand he carved an H into the girls heel. In his mind, it was like signing a work of art.