He stands above the girl in front of him, his dark black hair covering his deep blue eyes that hold sheer excitement as he leans over her, his hand gripping the knife in his palm lightly as a large grin spreads across his face, his blood covered self-sharpened teeth becoming visible. The girl stares up at him in fear, her pants cut from the thigh down from the blade being dragged across the fabric, a thin cut running down the length of her leg, she tries to move away from the psychotic and murderous male in front of her, her breathing ragged and heavy from running away and from fear, her heart pounding harshly in her chest that is covered by a once-white top, now stained red from the crimson liquid that seeps out of the many cuts that are scattered across her body. She shakes from fear as she stands up even though her body is begging her to stop and give up, she refuses.
He watches her silently as she barely is able to stand up, a loud a deep crazed laugh escaping his throat as he takes a step closer to the bleeding woman, the wide grin not leaving his face as he raises the hand in which the knife is held in, grabbing the woman's hand forcefully and yanking her forward, embedding the knife deep into her side as she lets out a scream the mixes with his laughter and echoes off the wall of the empty alleyway he had chased her into. He stops laughing almost instantly and twists the knife in her side, opening the wound painfully and ripping the flesh and organs further, his face falling in a sad and pained expression. "I thought I told you not to scream, we don't want people to hear you after all. If they hear you we can't play anymore, isn't that sad?"
The girl cries out in pain as the cruel man tears at her skin with the knife that is lodged into her side, tears pouring down her cheeks, smearing the blood that is splattered on it, she breathes heavily as sobs pour from her lips, unable to keep them back and unable to keep the screams back as he takes out the knife from her side only to shove it back into a new area, creating a new wound. He laughs psychotically at her cries and screams as he stabs her again, twisting the knife so he can hear more of the screams he loved so much, the screams he had once had leaving his lips just as they do. He craves to hear her scream more, just as he once did, and just like the 227 others he had killed had once screamed. Yes, he was a messy killer but this time. This time he wanted to be caught, he wanted them to lock him up for the crimes he had done, so this time. This time he was going to enjoy it without having to worry about his surrounding and not getting caught like he had with the others. He was going to take up as much time as he could, he was going to torture her well and let everyone hear her beautiful screams just as he can, maybe, just maybe, then, they will understand the joy he gets from them.
His grin falters as he hears sirens in the distance, a now dull expression appearing on his face as he listens to the girl scream in agony from being stabbed in her thigh. "Oh my darling, I'm sorry but our fun has been cut short, and what a shame. I hadn't gotten to use my hooks yet. Oh well. All good things must come to an end, just like your life." He once again plasters a smile on his face, only this time is it fake as he pulls the girl just close enough to hear her curse him before he kisses her bloody, tear-stained cheek, a hateful and hard glare pointed at him from the girl as she once again curses at him, this time those words being her last as he rams the knife into the bottom of her jaw, going straight through and reaching her brain, instantly killing her just as the cops appear behind him.
He drops the woman's lifeless bloody corpse and faces the police who all have their guns pointed at him from behind the car doors, his hands reach up as he raises his arms in surrender, a grin reaching ear to ear as an officer cuffs him cautiously. "Don't worry, I won't bite you. You're not my type anyhow." The officer glares at him with disgust before dragging him to the car shoving him inside, only one thing on the psychotic man's mind.
I'm coming, my dear son. I'll be with you soon.
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NEVER NAMED
Randomthese are all short stories that I don't have names for yet and can develop more on the plot maybe.
