Time

Chapter 1: The Second Beginning

I thrust my knife into his abdomen, and twist, smiling as his life begins to disappear. I smile as I rip the blood glazed knife out of their now bloody stomach, and stab to a new part, and twist once again. He struggles to take a breath as he realizes that he wont make it home. His legs soon collapse and he falls to the floor, as his body settles I retrieve my knife and make one last jab at his left rib cage, and twist.

I love watching peoples lives fade from their eyes as their body goes limp and face stops having emotion. I've always enjoyed killing. The first thing I killed was a rabbit I caught when I was 6 years old, I snapped its neck. I fell in love ever since. Their cold bodies are my favorite, after all their blood drains and they are beyond saving.

I took my first worthless life in August of last year. I can't remember his name, all I know is it was fun. I never use a gun, or a bomb, or anything like that. Knives are my favorite, you can savor every little emotion they have, and watch their faces change as every emotion they have cycles through their face as their worthless life slowly drains with every cut I make.