One Cold Winter's Night

chapter 1

Chapter One

Metal against metal, the sound loud and deafening as the knife was sharpened. He took his time wanting his blade to be perfect so there was no resistance, he did the process before every kill. Out the corner of his eye he could we his next victim wriggling around as if she would escape. He internally laughed amused how they all tried to struggle as if they had any chance of escape. The blade strikes again the sound sending chills of excitement through him and shivers of fear through the victim.

The man wanted her to feel it, really feel the blade pierced her skin. It would be no good if she couldn't feel the sharp pain that would make their toes curl and have them give out that blood curdling scream. His eyes darken in sinister delight, feeling so giddy to watch the light leave his victims eyes and as that last shreds up foolish hope they carry fades. He looks over to his victim, a young woman no older than 22 stupid girl should have been smarter in the men she met at bars.

All it took to get her here was a "charming" smile followed by shallow compliments and the promise of free drinks. She thought she was getting something good for free, how foolish. Nonetheless as she tried to please for her life through the gag the man kept sharpening his knife. He now was no longer paying her any mind getting agitated at her playing the victim when it was her that did him wrong.

How back in 4th grade she stuck gum in his hair or how in middle school she got her jock friends to beat him up. Said they were teaching him a lesson for harassing a sweet innocent girl like her. How laughable she was a wicked woman always has been, getting a ride out of seeing people do things in defence of her. Of course everyone else involved in her plans were dead, he'd made sure of it. All so he could save her for last, really take his time with her.

She had a long reign of terrorizing people but now that was all over, she would pay for her mistreatment of those she deemed lower than her. This was all her fault, she made him have to do this. She is the reason for all her friends dying and being found dismembered in the woods. If she thought she could blame him which she definitely did by the look in her eyes, then she was mistaken. All she had to do in life was be a good person but she wouldn't even do that.

Enough reminiscing he thought to himself as he brought the blade against it's sharpener one final time. It was read and now he was too, to make this wicked witch pay for her sins. Her family would surely have this same fate in a short while for a multitude of different reasons, but now the show was hers. The man made brisk steps over to her watching her squirm frantically as if it would get her confines off. He took the gag out of her mouth, he wanted to hear her screams and begging. No more waiting, he raised his knife high and brought it down with force.

The girl screams as the knife repeatedly plunges into her stomach, the pain ripping through her body in fierce waves. Her screams echoed through the cell, she lays chained like all the others to The cold floors caked in old blood. Tears pushed harder out of her eyes just thinking that she would never see her family again and that she would never get to marry The love of her life.

"Please, please stop this. I want to go home, please."

However the tall figure didn't stop stabbing until all the life was gone from her body. In the darkness of the room the man stood up wiping the blood from his knife on the woman's clothes. Tomorrow he would dump her body in a place the police would surely find her.

He walked out of the cell past some of the others that were occupied by his victims that were still alive. They wouldn't be alive for much longer he thought to himself as he made his way from the basement to the main floor. The estate was empty, all the workers had gone home hours ago. He made his way up the stairs to his room taking his blood stained clothes off in his bathroom. He stood in front of his mirror looking at himself, he frowned seeing the blood in his hair and on his neck.

Of course she had to be a messy bleeder but then again they all were. His tattoo covered muscles rippled as he walked into the shower. The water washed the blood down the drain as he cleaned himself. He thought about the woman he had just killed, she didn't remember him. Then again she couldn't see his face, he made sure of that when he first brought her in. He smiled thinking about how life had drained from her body.

She hadn't truly paid for all of her and her family's past sins, just thinking about the unjust things they did to him made him frown. So many more people were left, he didn't think he would stop until the whole town was dead, every single one of them was responsible for what he had become. They had surely forgotten about him but he did not forget them. Their whole families were going to pay for what they did, he would make sure of that.

"You'll make them pay Alex in due time," he whispered to himself as he turned off the water.

Dressing in a pair of sweats he dead to his office, flicking the light on as he walks over to a big board in the corner. He draws a "x" over the woman's face he had just killed that night. He stepped back looking at all the crossed out faces, soon many more x's would be added to pictures on the board. Soon, very soon. He didn't know that his brother was in the hall looking into the room with disapproving eyes, he knew he would be the one getting blamed.