One Cold Winter's Night

prologue

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3rd person pov:

The girl screams as the knife repeatedly plunges into her stomach, the pain ripping through her body in fierce waves. Her screams echoed through the cell, she lays chained like all the others to The cold floors caked in old blood. Tears pushed harder out of her eyes just thinking that she would never see her family again and that she would never get to marry The love of her life. "Please, please stop this. I want to go home, please." However the tall figure didn't stop stabbing until all the life was gone from her body. In the darkness of the room the man stood up wiping the blood from him knife on the woman's clothes. Tomorrow he would dump her body in a place the police would surely find her.

He walked out of the cell past some of the others that were occupied by his victims that were still alive. They wouldn't be alive for much longer he thought to himself as he made his way from the basement to the main floor. The estate was empty, all the workers had went home hours ago. He made his way up the stairs to his room taking his blood stained clothes off in his bathroom. He stood in front of his mirror looking at himself, he frowned seeing the blood in his hair and on his neck. Of course she had to be a messy bleeder but then again they all were. His tattoo covered muscles rippled as he walked into the shower. The water washed the blood down the drain as he cleaned himself. He thought about the woman he had just killed, she didn't remember him. Then again she couldn't see his face, he made sure of that when he first brought her in. He smiled thinking about how the life had drained from her body.

She had paid for her and her families past sins, just thinking about the unjust things they did to him made him frown. So many more people were left, he didn't think he would stop until the whole town was dead, every single one of them was responsible for what he had become. They had surely forgot about him but he did not forget them. Their whole families were going to pay for what they did, he would make sure of that.

"You'll make them pay Blayze in due time," he whispered to himself as he turned off the water. Dressing in a pair of sweats he dead to his office, flicking the light on he walks over to a big board in the corner. He draws a "x" over the woman's face he had just killed that night. He stepped back looking at all the crossed out faces, soon many more x's would be added to pictures on the board. Soon, very soon.......

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