Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

Introduction

Patiently, from my car that I had parked on the side of the street, I waited for my next victim to return home from work.

Frank Iero. A younger man with a dazzling appearance; pale skin coated in tattoos, stunning hazel eyes, a stupid, overly-excited smile that was almost always plastered across his face... I couldn't wait to smear his blood all over the walls.

From the moment I first saw him on the other side of a coffee shop, I knew he was the one. I had been stalking him for a few weeks now. I followed him around, watching from the shadows, learning more about him. It didn't take me long to find out where he lived, who his friends were, and what he did in his free time. He was the perfect victim, and I was going to be the lucky one who got to murder him.

For what felt like hours, I sat and sat and sat, waiting for the bastard to get his ass home for the night. I really should've considered the other factors that could be involved. It was Friday night after all, so it was quite possible he was out drinking with some friends or something.

However, after the sun had completely set, and I was about to call it a night, he suddenly came into view.

I think I had been right to assume that he had been drinking. He definitely looked as if he had too many beers in him. He was barely capable of walking down the sidewalk without having to stop and balance himself on a nearby tree.

I chuckled to myself. This was going to be easier than I thought.

Once he let himself into his house and closed the door behind him, I jumped out of my car, relieved to finally be able to stretch my legs. Next, I hurriedly dug through the trunk of my car, trying to decide what weapon would be most effective in tonight's murder. Considering the fact that he was wasted, I settled on one of my simpler, yet classic serrated knives that always got the job done well.

Stepping away from the car, I checked my surroundings, ensuring that no one was spying on me through the darkness of the night. Once I confirmed to myself that no one was in sight, I headed over to his front porch, where I found that the front door had been left unlocked. This man was truly an idiot.

Shutting the door behind me, I quietly snuck into the house without so much as a creak out of the floor boards. Now, I just had to find the drunk, soon to be dead, Frank Iero.

I explored the first floor of his house only to find out how disgusting of a person he was. Everything was an absolute mess. I could probably just dispose of his body in the piles of trash and junk scattered around his house and still have just as good of a chance of no one ever finding him. I rolled my eyes and decided to head upstairs to continue searching for him.

If it weren't for his hysterical laughing, I probably wouldn't have been able to find him lying down in the bathtub with the curtain drawn.

I smirked, getting to the point where I was just about ready to start laughing along with him. It was almost as if he wanted to be painfully killed tonight. This was going to be fun... even though I wasn't going to get to enjoy the real excitement of chasing a terrified, screaming victim around the house, only to sneak up behind them and slash their throat.

I took a step into the bathroom, somewhat hoping that he'd hear me approaching. Unfortunately, he just began to sing an unfamiliar song to himself that definitely wasn't appropriate in regards to the situation, considering what was about happen to him. Regardless, I took another step, and another, and another, until I was close enough to latch my fingers onto the shower curtain.

I felt my heart begin to pound with excitement as I raised my knife in the air.