Franklin.

Prologue.

"Hello Officer." I smiled a wide, wicked grin. 

I watched him struggle through his taped shut mouth, it was adorable, his head bleeding due to a laceration he had made when he fell to the ground.

Well, pushed to the ground, landing on a sharp rock, then being knocked unconscious. 

"Just kill him!"

"C'mon, You know you wanna feel the nice warm blood on your hands. You know you wanna feel the knife pierce through his shaky warm flesh."

I turned away from Officer Williams. We we're good friends, but I had to be entertained in some way or another. Plus, he had agreed to come here, so it's fine. 

Maybe I should go to a pub after this. Find another victim. I shook my head furiously, I have to stay organized. I have to deal with Officer Williams first.

"So would you like to make a deal?" I asked the terrified officer.

He didn't speak.

I walked over to him and sat on his lap straddling him, in a cocky manner. I twiddled the knife I had between my two fingers, very very close to his face. I made sure to drag it along his face a bit. I then dragged it along his neck, drawing blood, but not enough to kill him.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, Officer Williams. I asked if you would like to make a deal!?"

I then stabbed into his hand through every layer of skin and bone, hitting the wooden chair. He tried to scream in pain, but all that passed through the duct tape was muffled. 

I got off of him and pulled the knife out of his now bleeding hand, and ripped off the duct tape from his mouth. I then walked over to my 'special' table. I grabbed a two bullets, and loaded a shotgun with one, and a pistol with the other.

"So, Williams, would you like to play russian roulette. If you win, well you obviouly get to go home. If I win, well, lets just find out shall we." I smiled at him, making him cringe.

"So, are you going to answer, or should I stab you again!" 

He nodded furiously, hoping to somehow get out of this.

"Good, I've been dying to play a game." I laughed.

"There is one catch though. If you think you're gonna live, then say my first name, Okay." I nodded towards him as if he was a young child.

He nodded.

"Good, I'll go first."

I grabbed the pistol, and put it to my head, I looked at the Officer, now dead to me, and pulled the trigger, without hesitation.

"Well, wasn't that exciting! Your turn." I smiled as I pointed the gun towards him.

I put my finger on the trigger, and slowly pressed down. The officer flinched making me laugh hysterically.

I pulled the gun back towards my head, and repeated my earlier actions, until the officer gained some confidence, and finally said,

"Franklin."

I quickly switched the pistol to the shotgun, and pointed it toward him with my arm straight out holding it. 

"Wrong answer."

I pulled the trigger, making a deadly blow towards the dead mans head.

I then walked over to him and wrote, in his blood on the floor,

'F.L.H''