Chapter 8 (the killer perspective)

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"I'm going out!" He slammed the mansion door shut on purpose, not caring. He decided it was just about time for his knife to get some action, any action and he knew just the house to go to.

A long 20 minute walk sent him just on the edge of the woods, they were big and easy to get lost in, he admittedly had got lost a few times, but always found his way back.

He pulled his hood up, even though nobody came in these woods, he was still cautious not long ago he had killed a man walking here, he was a fighter and really tried to live, but he'd made sure that the man wouldn't get back up...ever again

He chuckled remembering what he had done, he had made him beautiful. Well only a little, he had no bleach or lighters, so only part of it got finished.

The police knew it was his doing, he had always left that extra little mark, to make sure the fear was still alive between the civilians and the police force.

He was walking towards the road on the hill, when in front of him on the path through the woods, the girl limped awkwardly. That girl. Who had seem him kill that man. He never forgot a face. It was his lucky day...

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