VentutianTale Short Stories/AU's/Songs

Blood

Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how,
And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while

    Jimmy smiled wickedly, feeling the thick, warm, crimson liquid run onto his fingers. This kill was fun. He smiled more at the thought. He looked down at his masterpiece, which was one of a poor soul. The poor human to have died by the hands of the mass murderer was covered in stab wounds, with a Columbian necktie and a rather good stab through his chest, starting from the heart, which passed through the man’s lung’s, down to his stomach.  

    Jimmy did his signature move, putting his already bloody hand down into the man’s blood, then he wrote his signature phrase. Do you want to know my secret? Was now written down on the concrete. He did all of this quickly, of course, for he was out in the open where he was sure someone would catch him. Whether it be an innocent bystander, or a police officer. Jimmy wasn’t taking any chances. At all. He still had plenty years left of his fun, until he dies by the police or is caught in an asylum until he withers away.

    Despite Jimmy’s kill, he felt like something was . . . off. He felt like something would get him caught if he stayed a few seconds longer, so, he quickly picked up Knifey and ran into the alleyway and climbed up the ladder so he could parkour his way back to Ghost’s house, and to surprise a victim from above.

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
So give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood

    Of course. Was the only thing Ghost thought as he awoke. He knew Jimmy had took control, because of his bloodstained clothes and the taste of copper in his mouth. He sighed, upset. I wonder how many people lost their lives to Jimmy . . . He sighed, feeling dread run through him. He couldn’t stand the smell or taste, even the feel, of blood. He hated it. Like it was his enemy.

    Ghost grabbed a new hoodie, and clean clothes. Quickly going into the bathroom that connected to his room, he undressed and hopped into the warm water. He watched as the once dried crimson liquid turned back to a liquid as is fell off his face and hands like small streams turning to vicious waterfalls. He ran a hand through his messy hair. Today, he’s ignoring the murderers constant rambling and is going to just not go to work for the day. He’ll make up a lie to the P.I.E Team, so they wouldn’t worry.

    Ghost finished cleaning himself up, and exited the shower, pulling a towel over him he began to dry himself. After he was done getting into clean clothes, Ghost put the bloody clothes into the washing machine and turned it on- and then he put Knifey up on the counter. Jimmy will know where to find it. He thought of places to hide it, if the police ever try to come and look through his house. He hid it in the sofa, where a small hole was. Jimmy will find it, he thought.

    Ghost sat down, and closed his eye’s. He needed time to think. He opened them, and turned on his television to the news. Immediately, it was ABC 11 EyeWitness News, with breaking news of Jimmy’s kills. Yet, this one stood out from the rest. The headline scared him the most.

I S  T H E R E  S O M E  F O R M  O F  C O N N E C T I O N  T O  J O H N N Y  G H O S T  A N D  J I M M Y C A S K E T ?

    “Jimmy Casket has striked once again last night- killing five innocent people. The victims names are; Nicole Weaver, James Saywer, Maddison Roulette, Charles James Junior, and Karole McLamb. Their families and friends are finding it hard to cope for their lost loved ones. Yet we have found something on one of their victims. On the body of James Saywer, the police enforcement had found a video on his cellphone. What was found in the video was shocking.”