The Janitor

Chapter 1

I stared at the innocent look on the little boy's face, his bright blue eyes filled with utter terror. He was scared of me now. I smiled. Maybe he should have listened to my warnings, instead of choosing to laugh at me with all his little friends.

I reached out my hand and slid my rough fingers down his soft, tear-stained cheeks. He flinched. I laughed. I had always loved the feeling this rush gave me, this feeling of being in control. I decided what happened next and no one could stop me.

I gave him one last look of pure hatred before I swung my axe. There was no scream.

Silence.

Perfect.

His little, naive face rolled across the floor, leaving a trail of thick, red blood.

"Who's laughing now?"

I quickly got to work. My job was very intricate and precise. First, I threw the head into a big, black garbage bag. Then I took the body and separated each and every limb with my axe, letting the blood spurt every which way. I didn't care. It was part of my process. I grinned as I got a taste of blood in my mouth, the metallic flavor that I'd grown to love.

After every body part was hidden away in the trash bag, I grabbed my mop. I began to slowly clean the hard, wooden floors, back and forth, back and forth, until all the blood was gone. I had left no trace that I was ever there. The only thing that lingered around was the strong smell of bleach. I snatched the garbage bag and swung it over my shoulder, glancing at my watch. It was late. I hurriedly made my way to the door and opened it slowly. The long, stretching hallways were empty. The school was dead silent.

The night wasn't over yet and I still had a lot to do.

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