As I walked through the heavy rain of Japan, I stopped at an alleyway. I see two tall men walking towards me with a bat.
"Hey kid got any money?", one of the man said.
"And if I do...I won't give it to you scumbags"
They both started to raise their bats and hit me, but at the very last second, I pulled out my knife and stabbed them right in the heart. It left so good, and calming hearing them scream like helpless little girls. I kept stabbing until I'm satisfied with their deaths. It felt like every last second of stabbing and cutting them makes me grin even more. They deserve to die!! Kept going through my head over and over, until I finally pulled out my knife from the very last stab. I started to lick the blood from my knife, it tasted like everything you could imagine!
After the incident I dragged their body to a near by lake in town, it was small, but with a beautiful landscape. The water was so peaceful and clear, until I dumped the bodies in. The blood of the victims quickly spread across the lake. It was like dipping a paint brush, with red paint on it in water. Even when it's night you can see the blood in the water. I didn't really care about it as much, no one really visits this lake cause of a 'curse'.
I started heading back to my apartment close to the college I go to. It was getting dark. I ran as fast as I can to my apartment room. I mustn't let anyone see the blood on my clothes, if they do I'll be sent to jail for the rest of my life, like my father did.
Finally, I'm here at my apartment room. The elevator wasn't working so I had to walk up 15 floors to get to my room. I unlocked the door and headed straight towards the bathroom. I took a nice steamy, hot shower and got into my pyjamas. I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.
Hello, my name is Jackson Jones, and I'm a psychopath...
((A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you like this chapter! I'll be publishing chapter 2 soon! This will also be a short story too! Thank you!))
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Short Story"I might be crazy for blood, but I'm also crazy for you..." 17 year old Jackson had found interest in killing since he was 13. He loved the taste of his victims, and their helpless screams. One day things had changed for him. While on a walk to coll...