Name: Casey Goldman
Age: 14
Victim Count: #143
I am preparing the room for my next….. “guest”. I will use my ‘special room’ as it always is, the table set up in the middle of the room, allowing access to all parts. I have the knife stand set up next to where her head will be lying. Then I walk over to my cardiac monitor. It is all ready to go and is hooked up to the only power point. Even though this warehouse is old and gloomy I enjoy it, somehow it makes me feel at home; almost.
I walk out from my ‘special room’ and then turn right. I walk a further three metres before stopping at a large metal door with a large padlock over the rusty door knob. I latch onto the lock and slide in the key and with one sly move I turn it and it clicks open.
She moans with agony, as I drag her through the door and into my ‘special room’. I haul her up onto the table and tie down her limbs. This is how it began…
It was a cold winter day the fresh breeze howls like a wolf on a full moon, it bites like a Rottweiler on a rampage. I had intrusted her with my secret ever. I had just told her of my ‘hobby’. But out of no where she stood up looking like she had seen a ghost. Then she ran away like I was going to kill her! But Lord be hold an hour later the cops showed up and I fled.
So that is why she is here. It is all her fault.
I breathe in deeply with my anger boiling up inside of me; I can almost feel the hatred eating me up inside. I turn to the conniving little MALICE who was once my friend, but stabbed me in the back, but now.... now I shall get my sweet revenge on her putrid soul and once I’m done with her she will be nothing and I will be everything.
I turn around. I can’t bear to look at her any longer, she disgusts me too greatly. I pause for a moment thinking of which instrument to use first..... Which one will cause her the most amount of pain I wonder to myself? I then see a large, thin, delicate blade.... that is my choice.
I take the knife and hold it tightly in my grasp, I pause so I can savour this tremendous moment of glory. For she is helpless and will soon be filled with so much pain and I will be as thrilled as possible. I turn back towards my victim with malicious eyes of steel. I can almost hear her heart beat so rapidly as if it is trying to escape the most cruel and brutal death that lays ahead.
I take one last look at her flawless face and smile with the knowledge that it won’t stay this way for much longer. I take my knife and ever so carefully...... I brush the blade against her left cheek and then I slowly and joyfully cut away at her skin so that it is like pulling away all the lies she told and to rob her of her mask she hides behind. She shrieks in pain but stops and bites down on her lip, all that just to rob me of the great pleasure of hearing her cries of pain... but I still know that she is suffering extremely. I then think for a moment of what torturous thing to do next.
Then I get it, I turn to a pencil like object that I made specifically for this occasion, but it has no lead, for it has a rounded but very deadly knife at the tip. I take her left arm and pull up the sleeve and begin to write the word ‘MALICE’ on her arm. She can’t help but yelp with an entrancing scream that fills me with happiness.
I then take a small screw driver and stick the tip of it into the fire till it starts to glow red. I rap both my hands around it and with one traumatic force I plunge it straight into her thigh. It slides in so carefully and so easily. I most definitely can’t stop; I MUST keep going for now... now I am ready more than ever. I put my hand into a desk draw that was left half open. Its wood was so finely created with no flaws, unlike us all. I reach inside and pull out a lighter; I roll the wheel and hold the tab down. The flame alights so swiftly, it dances around. I push the flame straight into her right eye until I can feel it slowly and peacefully going through. She tries to squeeze her eye shut in a weak attempt to stop the flame from eating away at her manipulative soul.
Her corrupt eyes gaze up and interlock with mine, but I won’t fall for her tricks again, not this time. I grab her mouth violently and rip it open; I shove the lighter into her mouth and down her throat. I check her pulse and it shocks me that she does not have much time left, so that means I don’t either. I clutch a butcher’s knife and push it right into her stomach, as if to intertwine my soul and mind with hers.
Her heart races but then flat lines only seconds after. She is now gone from this world, but it soothes me to know that she will suffer more in hell where she belongs. I have no regrets, for what I did was justice and was completely fair. Just as I am about to leave I touch her face one last time with a single stroke... and walk out the room. When opportunity knocks I will be ready for my next victim.
