He sat the table, lit he candles, it was going to be pefect. But, he wanted to try something new, antifreeze. He slipped it into her drink and set it out on the table. He decided to do something new, after all he's never been caught. Everyone's so stupid, never bothered to check the cause of death, pitty.
"Dinner's ready!" Scott called out as he put the finishing touches out. She came in and sat down across from him.
"It smells amazing, you never said you were a cook."
"I don't mean to brag or anything, but your cooking is much better."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"But first, a toast to us," He raised his glass to hers. "May our future be be long and bright." They drank.
"What kind of wine is this? It taste a bit odd." She sipped it once more.
He got up from the table to go get the bottle, then she started coughing. He grinned and went back into the dinning room to watch her. She was clutching her chest and coughing, she stupidly drank more thinking she was choaking. Then she dropped her glass shattering on the floor and she slumped forward.
"Oh dear. May? Why are you giving me the silent treatment? I didn't want you to suffer as long as the others. I actually liked you more than the others." He shruged and finished his dinner and took care of everything else later.
So, after years passed he continued his pattern, trying and testing different methods. He met other girls like Joan, Baliey, and Laren. Now he was with a girl named Rose, she was kind and sweet, Scott respected her. Alas he's not stopping here, he wanted to try a new thrill. His hero, Jack the Ripper used the bite of a blade. If he went through with this plan insted of whta he normally did, then he'd be on the run for the rest of his life or atleast, till he was caught. which he did not intend to happen. When Scott had proposed to Rose she had said no, which schocked him. She was suspicious of him and his other dead fiancees. This scared him, he needed to take care of her, now.
He was standing in the kitchen, sharpening a cleaver's knife, waiting for Rose to come home. Snowy laid peacfully in the window ceal, sleeping. The sound of the apartment door unlocking excited him and brought a smile to his face. He gentally laid his kinfe down on the counter and grabbed a rope and an old bandana. Rose dropped her keys and her purse on the table by the door.
"Scott? You home?" She called out.
"I'm in the kitchen sweetheart." He replied, hiding behind the door.
She walked into the kitchen, "Scott-" She'd been cut off by him grabbing her from behind and covering her mouth. She thrashed around, trying to get away from her captor. But she failed, he had her bound in a matter of moments.
"Shhh. It'll be over soon." He stroked her hair, and sitting her down. He chose a butcher's knife from his asortment of knives laided out on the counter. He hacked off her fingers, and slashed her achilles tendons. She tried screaming but her gag muffled that. He made incisions down her abdomen and messed around with her organs, laughing, then he stood back to admire his work. "Not bad for a first time, huh? I'm begining to enjoy the knife, not as clean but just as fun."
Rose shook and cried, Scott kicked her in the stomach "Shut up!" He barked at her. She whimpered in pain and was trying to cough blood but hte gag was preventing that, so she was now choaking on it.He noticed this and grinned, licking the blood off the knife and cuts the ropes. She coughed blood all over him and Snowy hissed as his white fur was splattered in crimson. Scott whiped the blood off his face and laughed.
"Please stop!" She choaked out.
Scott only grinned and cut her throat.
