Crimson Knight: Crimson Reaper Saga

From the Eyes of a Killer

From the Eyes of a Killer

Darling Way was absolutely empty of human life out on the street at least. Housed within the easily breakable stone and wood frames were a good hundred sleeping forms. A figure stood in front of the Jacobs home. It was a family of three Mr.Jacobs wife had left him a while after their twins were born to pursue a life out in San Francisco. This Friday however the twins were sleeping at a friend's house leaving Mr.Jacobs home alone.

The figure looked cloaked in shadows, it placed it's hand onto the door and it's large frame covered the door. The large man walked inside taking delight in his victims ignorance to his presence.

Oh he does not know the man thought to himself with a wide grin Just another night for him.

He passed by the kitchen grabbing the largest knife he could find before heading up the stairs. His giant steps thumped through the silent house. He pointed the tip of his newfound weapon on the wall dragging it as he walked up. The smile would not leave his face permanently in its marking he easily opened Mr.Jacob's bedroom.

Mr.Jacobs was soundly sleeping, he moved beneath his covers and with a yawn began to wake. The man stood at his victims bedside watching, waiting, anticipating his victims scream. Mr.Jacobs looked up to see a figure looming over him. When he finally managed to gain his senses he screamed. The butchers knife punchered his abdomen and as the large man pulled it back out Mr.Jacobs stared straight into icy grey eyes as his organs were pulled from his insides.

The screaming didn't last long enough for the large man as he left the house painted in blood. As he went out the door he smeared his blood coated hand down the open door. He had relished in his victims struggle and pleading. His victims crying and begging, as he remembered it the man felt his stomach erupt in a swarm of butterflies.

The next morning the neighbors found the white door of the Jacobs residence wide open with a bloody handprint. At the doorstep the murder weapon sat covered in dried blood staining the welcome mat. The police were called and as they went inside the home to search they could hardly take in the sight. Mr.Jacobs was in ruins organs hung throughout the house.His small intestine littered the kitchen. His large intestine was hung like garlands on the stairs. His gallbladder was hanging on a hook on the fireplace along with his lung and heart. His body was so thoroughly ripped open that the skin on Mr.Jacobs body was hardly recognizable as it was hung like a wrath over his bedroom door. His severed head was placed in the cover of his red sheets. 

All right reserved folks. This is all from my imagination. If anything is similar to a past event it is of mere coincidence. The lore of this story is not copied and I spent time making it up. Please respect the work and if your thinking of copying make your own shit up. 

Thanks for reading and please Vote and comment it would really help me push chapters out faster. While you wait check out some of my other works such as Ravens & Angels:Seraphine, Nyx Chronicles:Secrets (Rewritten) {or original}, Descendants: Erebus, or some of my poetry collections. Sending love your way in these difficult times 

Vale et valete my Reapers

(Latin: Goodbye and Farewell)