He thought of all the ways he could destroy his next victim, how he would cut up all their fingers, take out their nails. He smirked as he thought of all the ways he could murder them. Sure, it was pretty messed up, but he didn't care. Luke Hemmings had loved the thought of blood since he was only 7 years old.
When he would play on the playground with the other children, he would push kids off of the swings just to see them collide with the ground.
He had taken up the job of murdering people at the age of 14. He loved his job. Just watching people take their last breaths and say their last words excited him.
Luke Hemmings was now the age 16, and he was looking for his new victim.
