homicidal >> mgc

Chapter Two

A couple days went by without Michael feeling the urge to kill somebody. Maybe it was just a one time thing.

Hallee's body was soon found as the smell quickly became overwhelming and blood started to ooze from under the door. Michael saw the remains of her body and felt no remorse or shame whatsoever. In fact, Michael felt quite proud of his so called accomplishment.

He saw in the news that there was no way to connect a suspect directly to the crime. It was public place so there were finger prints of many, many people and they thought it wasn't worth it to inspect every single one of them, even though this was an incredibly gruesome murder.

The thought of being smart enough to not be found by the cops was extremely pleasing to Michael. He felt more then amazing about what he did. He felt like he was on top of the world.

The police had suspicions that this wasn't a one time murderer, they thought that a serial killer could be on the rise. Now, there were plenty if cops roaming the streets trying to catch a sneaky kid with some awful habits. So, Michael has to be even more secretive and closed off then he was before. Just enough so he didn't draw attention to himself at all, he wasn't thing to be the kid who everybody thought was a school shooter but he was going to be quiet enough so he didn't slip up. Michael knew the way his peers and the cops thought.

Michael thought about who his next victim would be and how he would hurt them. A million thoughts ran through his mind, each one filled Michael with excitement. His leg rapidly bounced up and down as he thought about his cruel intentions.

"Honey!" Michael's mother yelled loudly, "take out the trash, please?"

He threw his head back in annoyance. Just as he was starting to think about the fun, his mother decided to call in him. "Y-Yep mom!" He shouted back before jogging down the stairs to see him Mom at the door.

He lifted his eyebrow in curiosity, his mother was dressed in a dark red dress and black heels. "Where are you going off to, that requires you to look good." He inquired, crossing his arms over his chest.

She glared at her son, "excuse you, Michael, but i am off to a very important business meeting. It's at that fancy restaurant downtown, the one right beside the movie theatre!"

"Oh." The thoughts started to race again. "Have fun, then."

She kissed her son on the cheeks and stepped out the door. Michael quickly took out the garbage and raced back inside. He was going to kill somebody else, and it was going to happen tonight.

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It was dark outside when he decided to leave his house. His freshly cleaned pocket knife sat in the pocket of his old, worn out, black jeans. He pulled a baseball cap over his hair and made sure he had gloves in his pockets. There was no way he was getting caught.

He left his house and made his way to the closest park, knowing that there had to be somebody there. He walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, mindlessly caressing his knife.

As he began to get closer to the parking he started to get quieter. He walked slower, barely any noise coming from his feet. His breathing got quieter, as he planned to kill somebody from behind. His palms started to sweat and he wiped them in his jeans, feeling the excitement run through his body.

He walked on a path, checking each park bench before finally finding somebody. It was a teenage girl, no older the 14. She wore a floral skirt and a white t-shirt with a jacket over top. She kicked at the pebbles in front of her bench. Just as she was getting up Michael came from behind and wrapped his arm around he neck, putting her in a choke hold.

She tried her hardest to scream but nothing would come out. He laughed deviously into her ear and pulled at her brown hair. He let her go and let her fall to the ground, the girl scrambling to get up and run. He jumped and landed hard on her left leg, smiling when he heard the satisfying crack of her bones. Tears streamed down the girls face as she had never felt such pain before. He bent down and placed his knee on her back, holding her in place. Michael grabbed her arm and pulled it backwards with such force that he almost pulled her arm out of her socket.

He felt immediate pleasure as he heard the girls raspy and throaty screams escape her lips. "Oh, yes." He said, "scream."

She shook her head in fear and tried to wiggle away but Michael dominated her tiny figure. Michael placed one foot on her chest, restricting her, then look down at her with eyes that could only belong to someone who was pure evil. In a swift second, he started stomping down on her neck as hard and fast as he could, hearing multiple cracks each time his foot landed on her throat.

Blood leaked from her neck, her mouth and her nose. He looked at the girls distorted figure with curiosity, wondering how he just did that. He thought it was awesome that he was strong enough to brake bones.

He started to stuff the girl into the trash can beside the park bench. Her limbs were bent in such awkward and unnatural positions that a contortionist couldn't even try to match her position. He looked down into the trash can and saw her pale, lifeless face staring back up at him. Almost like a cherry on top of a cake.

He patted the girls head before walking away, sticking his hands into his coat pocket and whistling like nothing had happened. To Michael, this was becoming a normal, everyday task. He compared it to chores he had to do, like the dishes. It was just another chore on a list.

He wondered how long it would take somebody to find the body of the innocent girl. Well, what would give it away in the first place? Maybe the smell of rotting flesh, he thought, maybe the amount of think blood gathering in a pool under the garbage can. He would bet money on three days before anybody found the body. Michael thought about was the decomposing girl would look like in three days. Would her eyes be pecked out by birds? Would flies start picking away at exposed flesh? Would savage animals start tearing at her flesh, enjoying it like it was their last meals? Maybe her skin would be turning green and her eyes would be a glazed over, icy blue. Maybe she would have no eyes, or possibly no tongue, if animals were desperate enough (which they were).

Thinking about all the ways the girl could still be tortured while dead brought Michael a sick and twisted sense of happiness. That's what Michael was, sick and twisted. Nobody could fix Michaels problems. Even if they were the best doctor in the world, nobody could save Michael from his murderous ways, and nobody could be saved from Michael.

A new serial killer was indeed on the rise, and his name was Michael Gordon Clifford.

yeah hey guys hope you enjoyed this chapter even tho is suCKS. But like I tried so that's all that matters

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