Prison: H2O Vanoss *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter 1: How it all Started

I looked down at my now dead victim. There was blood everywhere. I was messy this time and it would be hell to clean up, but honestly I didn't care. For now, I stared at her. She was no doubt beautiful; she had blonde hair that was breast length, a curvy body and fair skin. Although her eyes were closed, I remembered them to be a hazel color. It is such a shame though. She had so much potential, just like my other victims.

Even though the scene I just created was disturbing for most of the world's population, it was oddly comforting to me. It was like a work of art that needed to be shared with the world. It's saddening that I will have to clean it up though. It is my only option unless I want to get caught. The question is, did I want to get caught? The question seemed seemed to constantly linger in my mind. What was my purpose for doing this? Is it my need for attention? The feeling of satisfaction I get whenever I cut open the body of my new victim? Has it become a addiction that I can't stop? The truth is, I really don't know. It must be the rush, the satisfaction and the attention all bundled into one.

I looked around the blonde's home in search for cleaning supplies. Once I found them, I put on my handy gloves and got to work. After I was done cleaning up the mess, I put her on her bed as if she was sleeping and left. I left the door wide open and began my one mile journey back to my house. As I was walking down the street, I heard the wailing of sirens. "That's unusual," I mumbled to myself. Usually, I don't hear the sirens at all. Was I too loud? Or was leaving the door open a huge mistake? I started to get anxious and began to readjusted my worn out hockey mask. The sirens grew louder; they were coming closer to where I was walking. The police must be checking the surrounding area, shit. I started to slightly jog in attempt to get further away from the sirens. I checked my attire for any blood stains as I jogged away from the sirens. I slowed to a stop accidentally while I was checking my baby blue jacket for any stains.

A voice over an intercom snapped me out of my own little world," Freeze! Put your hands on top of your head and slowly come to the police car!" I did as told; little did I know that there was blood all over my mask. "Holy shit..." The police officer accidentally whispered while the intercom was still on. I knew I was screwed and there was no way out of the hole I dug myself in. After I was told my Miranda rights and handcuffed, I was forced into the back of the police cruiser. The slight fear of death arose in my stomach. I'll either be sentenced to death or to prison for the rest of my miserable life. It was a lose-lose situation that I obviously couldn't get out of.
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"Jonathan Denis up to the stand please," the judge ordered out. The guards shoved me up to the podium roughly.

"Do you plead guilty?" The judge boomed out.

"Yes," I said confidently. It was a waste of time to not plead guilty. There was so much evidence that pinned me down as the serial killer so I just grew some balls and exposed myself as the killer. A murmur of astonishment exploded throughout the jury as I did so.

The jury convicted me guilty, of course, and I was sentenced to prison for over one hundred years. Which' may I add, is insane; how am I supposed to live that long? Just give me the life sentence for fuck sakes.

The police officers hastily hauled me out of the federal court house and back into the nearest jail cell, which happened to be a nearby police station. Tonight would be my last night of "freedom" before I was shipped off to the prison that I will live the rest of my life in.

It was uncomfortable in the jail cell; there were other convicts who stared at me constantly. They knew who I was and I could tell by the looks on their faces that they wanted to beat me up. No one dared to lay a finger on me though, they just stared.

The next morning, the FBI came to escort me to the unknown prison that I will be living in. I tried talking to the agents as they drove me somewhere up north but I had no response. I guess these people don't like talking to insane killers...
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A.N.~ So this is my official first chapter! I hope you like it! As you can tell, delirious is kind of crazy! Sorry for just it being him though. Vanoss and others should kind of make appearances in the story soon!

Future me: thanks so much for taking your time to read this. I have came in and revise this story... a lot and I will do the same with the other chapters! If you guys are coming here to read this a second time, which would be insane, I hope you like the new and improved version of this book!