The Executioner (A Creepypasta Origin) (RE-HORRORED)

Chapter V - Devil's Night

24 hours have past. Time to kill.
Ronnie's POV
Oh no. It's been almost 24 hours. I just went to the bathroom to just wash my face. I looked in the mirror again and there he was.
"Surprise." I felt my face bash the glass. As I blacked out, the only thing I could see after that was him coming toward me. When I came to, I woke up somewhere. Tied to something. Sounded like chains. Surrounded by trees, a forest.
"Tell me, do you fear death?" His voice sent shivers up my spine.
"No." I said bluntly.
"Wrong. Answer." I winced as I felt something sharp come across my cheeks.
"I meant yes."
"No. You. Didn't." He drew his knife from my left ear to my right. "And now, you will suffer the same pain you've inflicted." I felt something like a blade to my neck. "Any last words?"
"No." There are no words for this.
"Well then. You. Are. Guilty." My limp body fell as I felt the blade silently did it's job.
6 hours later...
The Executioner's POV
And in other news, a teen's burnt body was found this morning in the forest. The body was identified as Ronald Carter. According to reports, his murder is connected to the double execution of John and Jay Carter. The body was found in the woods beheaded and burnt. No official report on suspects as investigations are still continuing.
Music to my ears. That's one. Two to go. Hackshaw. Is. Next. I returned to my lair to get some sleep. I just made an alecohol and slowly drifted to sleep.
Nightmare...
"Well looks like the freak needs a makeover." He said. The fire in his eyes. His voice distorted. A demon.
Nightmare over...
I woke up literally sweating, clutching my musket. I stood that way, jumping at the slightest of sound. I packed my weapons and burnt my lair to the ground, I fled the scene. I need new clothes. I went into a graveyard and yes, I looked into any old soldier's grave, for clothes. Let's just say, I got a black vest, a red trench coat and more ammo for my musket. I changed into my new attire and roamed the forest for easy victims. "There's something over there!" A voice said. I hid in the shrubs as I waited for my kill. As he emerged closer, I readied my axe. As soon as he touched the shrub, I swung my axe and beheaded him, and set his body on fire. I fired a shot at the other hunter, causing him to reel back in pain. "W-Who are you?"
"I. Am. Him." I also beheaded him as well. I took the burnt remains and formed an X. "Another. Man. Down." I chuckled softly and ran through the forest, not knowing that it was dawn. I carved X's into trees as a warning to stay away from me. I scurried to find a safe haven when I heard sirens in the distance, men shouting and running. I ran and ran and ran until the sirens were distant. My stomach growled as I was hungry. I smelled around and heard that a deer was nearby. I executed the deer and ate raw, well I ate the organs. So damn good." I wandered around the forest as I was busy, marking my territory. I felt tired as I slept in a tree, because I wasn't able to get enough sleep last night. I woke up and felt the cold breeze through my eyeless face. Nightfall. Time to cause a spree.
25 kills later...
"Please don't kill me. Please." She pleaded.
"Sorry, dearie. Do you fear death?"
"Yes."
I heard faint footsteps as I was about to kill her. Oh shit. "You're safe." I carved an X on her palm and silently fled. Note to self: Don't kill couples with kids.
I heard shouting in another house as I was walking around. I silently entered the house as the shouting got louder. "WHERE'S MY DINNER, WHORE?" Oh shit. I know I'm ruthless, but, time to save a life. I snuck up from bring the drunkard and chopped his head off. The girl gasped, "Are you gonna kill me next?" I shook my head and carved an X on her palm, "You're safe." I kept the head, burnt the body and softly left. "T-Thank you." She said.
"No problem." I closed her door and made my way to the forest. I didn't want her to feel the same pain as me. I smelled smoke as I probably was close to a cottage. Probably a lumberjack. "Ah, another day at the woodyard." Yep, lumberjack. As I snuck in, I lurked in the shadows as his back was turned. "Knock. Knock." I deeply growled. He readied his shotgun.
"Who's there?"
"A betrayed soul."
"Show yourself!"
"But I'm already here." I whispered from behind. He retreated to the other side.
"What are you?" He asked. His arms were shaking.
"I. Am. Him." I swiftly dodged the shotgun shells and knocked him unconscious. I softly chuckled "Pitiful." I took his shotgun and added it to my weapons. I tied his body to a tree, cut open his sides and pulled out his lungs, sprinkled a lot of salt and carved an X on his head and on his chest saying,
"I. Am. Him."
Breaking news! A body was found in a tree being eaten by vultures by hunters as this marks another mysterious murder. The body was identified as Clint Axworthy. So far no evidence has been found, investigations are continuing.
Another day, another kill. I wandered through the forest, looking for breakfast, killed another deer, ate his organs and more or less, cut his head off. Ended up vomiting it out. "Need some real food." I smelled around and smelled food. Diner. Thank God. I changed my clothes and put on shades as I didn't want people to see my eyes, used my axe as a walking stick, ordered some pancakes, only to realize I'm in Canada.