HIM ♕ Jason McCann

Epilogue

With the dusk indicating that the end of the day was approaching, Jason carefully stood up beside the lifeless body of Felicia. He bent down, making sure not to get any more blood on himself than he already has, as he placed his index and middle finger on the side of Felicia's neck, making sure her pulse was dead, whatsoever. After a few moments of letting his fingers linger on the same spot, he took in a deep breath, smelling the delicious and deadly scent of blood mixed with her own body odor, which faintly spread through out his nostrils.

He pulled back as he paid attention to himself, this time. He roughly removed the bullet-proof vest from his body, while a small amount of blood was could be seen dripping from his chest due to effect of the fast-paced bullet which striked him, a few hours ago. He pulled out a little band-aid from his pocket as placed it inside his shirt, on the negligible wound present. Once he was done cleaning himself, his mind was starting to fill up with satisfaction.

Saving the newly felt feeling of triumph for later, without any further delay, Jason picked Felicia up, bridal styled, as he began walking towards the warehouse present on the other end of the farm. The gentle breeze carried along by the gloomy weather caused her hair to fall over her face. Jason gasped at the loss of beauty for a second, as he put the strands of hair back into their place, behind her ear. Once again, the artistry visible naked to his violent eyes.

The river of blood had soon started to spread along Felicia's T-Shirt, which was now visible with the color of red, enticed Jason and he couldn't help, but smirk. Too bad, he didn't keep her alive for long enough or else she would've experienced the time of her life, Jason thought. He shook his thoughts away for a while, firstly, trying to focus on the job which was supposed to get done.

The warehouse finally stood in front him, as he was going through his pockets, trying to find the keys to open the door. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind him. Bodies of a few more beautiful, yet innocent girls laid in front of his eyes. The bodies of whom he considered masterpieces which were not meant to be alive, but were only meant for the display for his sinner eyes. He gently placed Felicia beside a brunette, making sure her eyes were closed, while the blood continued to diffuse throughout her curves.

He pulled back and stared at his newest victim, admiring how her lips looked inviting, even after they belonged to a dead body. His eyes traveled to her chest and abdomen, where the two holes of bullet laid wide open. Jason had to control himself so much to the point where, he avoided looking at the bullet hole just above her, on her abdomen.

The filthy oily smell of the warehouse, combined with scent of the dead girls, made Jason's mouth water. He grabbed a cigarette as he let his mind fill up with satisfaction. This one was harder than the others, but it was worth it, he thought to himself as he continued staring his latest masterpiece. He let out a puff of smoke, followed by a chuckle, when he thought of the purity of Felicia and how genuine her feelings were. The genuinity of her emotions tempted the insanity in him. He was happy, that she was finally laying in front of his eyes, dead and alluring.

With one last glimpse at his masterpieces, he shut the warehouse door as he went on a search for his next abomination of innocence, whom he could add to his collection of masterpieces. Maybe, some things were better left unsaid, he said.

After all, his beloved masterpieces melted around him and fell for his fallaciousness.