Heart of A Serial Killer (Larry)

Chapter 5: Skin

Shaun was proving to be quite the decoration.

Harry stared at the man from the other end of the butchers shop, watching as he hung there by the hooks in his face like a pig by its feet; his neck caught in a rope and hands tied behind his back. Shaun’s knees were bent as to keep his feet on the floor and cause less pain for the pulling in his face. Harry had only found five hanging hooks, but that had been enough to thread through the mans face. Shaun had two hooks in the chubby flesh of his bleeding cheeks, another two threaded through his dark eyebrows and one placed in the middle of his quivering lower lip. He looked like the hanging ornament of a Christmas tree.

And to Harry, it really did feel like Christmas.

He crossed his arms and gazed at Shaun’s almost fully-naked body; his green eyes raking over the mans skin and soaking in every breathless whimper his hooked mouth produced. Harry started to feel a minor pang of guilt make its way through his chest as he watched Shaun try to keep himself upright on his aching knees.

Harry wondered what on earth the guilt was for. He was a psychopathic serial killer, for god sake ! He wasn't meant to be feeling guilty about hanging someone via the hooks in their face in preparation for torture !

Unless the guilt wasn't for the torture and was the aftermath of mere oogling at Shaun’s body. But, why would he be feeling guilt for that, exactly ?

Is little Louis getting to you again, Harry ?

As soon as the scratching voice sounded through his head again, Harry felt the want to scream in frustration rise to the back of his throat and try to tight its way out his mouth. He silent cursed himself for false hope and remembered that once Vee started annoying him internally, it didn't stop for at least two hours. He let out a small growl through his clenched teeth. “And here I was,” he hissed. “Thinking you’d leave me alone for a while.”

Vee’s nails-on-a-chalkboard laughter vibrated through the wires in his head, again. Me ? Leave you alone ? Its kind of hard to do that when I'm trapped inside your murderous mind. Harry sighed and threw his head back in annoyance. You think I like being up here, Harry ?

He snorted. “Don't give me that ‘you think its bad for you ?’ speech, Vee. You love tormenting me.” He replied before mumbling. “Every single bit of it.”

Well, I cant lie to you there.

"You can never lie to me."

Harry felt twists and sharp pulls in the back of his mind as Vee thought about it, scratching through his head and making him wince. How ?

He silently smiled to himself, a dark edge leaking in the smirk plastered on his face. “Its like I know.”

Harry uncrossed his arms and made his way over to the hunters knife that was left on the floor, earlier; picking it up and twisting it around in his hand as he turned towards Shaun. “Now, can you fuck off ? I'm doing something here.”

Oh, no. I'm staying to watch this. I have no other choice, really. Vee said. Remember ?

Harry wanted to destroy an entire brick wall using only his head as he relived the irony that was him and Vee; its pure sarcasm taking a good hold on him and making him want to destroy whole cities with his bare hands. Though, since there was already a vulnerable and waiting body before his eyes, he was going to take his annoyance out on that.

He strided over to Shaun’s side, tilting his head and looking down at the frightened grey eyes that held the unshed tears of his new victim. He took pride in already being able to make the man cry, without even getting to the best part.