New story. You'll learn who the insane person is later.


Blood.

He needed blood.

He wanted it to run down his face. He wanted it to slide down his throat. He wanted it to pour out of his ears. Slide through his fingers. Drip onto his fur. Cover his body. Make his red smile darker. Make his blade beautiful. Make his thoughts gorgeous. Make his life joyful. Make his heart jump. Make his soul bounce.

He made it was across the rooftops on the silent night. The moonlight and streetlamps illuminated the sky and pavement. The shadows kept him hidden. His grin was wide, his eyes glowing in the dim light. All he wanted was his target's blood. It was just a little blood. It couldn't hurt right? What use did the target have for it? It's not like they needed it. But he did. And he would get it, one way or another.

He saw his victim in the distance. His grin grew wider with joy. He jumped onto a higher rooftop and raced across the shingles. His eye twitched rapidly. He saw the small child in the street by itself. He launched himself off the roof and above the child, his silhouette black against the moon. The child saw him and screamed as they were pummeled to the ground. His smile grew wider and wider. He lifted his hand over his head, the blade glistening in the moonlight. The child shook rapidly under his body. He had his hand on the child's chest. He brought the blade down hard and fast, sending it through the child's arm. The child screamed, closing her eyes tightly. He brought the blade back up and stabbed the child's other arm. The child screeched loudly, starting to attract some attention.

"Help me! Somebody help me!" The child screamed.

"Oh you poor thing. Heheheh, once I'm done with you...well...you won't need to scream for help," he snickered.

He shoved his hand in the child's mouth and pulled her tongue out, giggling happily. The child started kicking and screaming, trying to get free. Lights were turning on in houses around them. He looked up and grabbed the child, jumping onto the rooftops and racing off as people started to come out. The child continued screaming, calling for help at the tops of her lungs.

"You won't be able to scream soon," he said.

He jumped off the rooftop and slid down a hole in the ground, his feet thumping against the ground. He grinned and slammed the child into the ground.

"Now, where were we?" He asked, snickering.

He grabbed the child's tongue and placed the blade on her tongue. He slowly pressed the blade into the child's tongue, the child screaming and crying. It brought him joy. He ripped the child's tongue out, listening to the shrill cries of immense pain. He tossed the tongue behind him and watched the child's mouth fill with blood. His eyes dilated at the sight of blood. It pleasured him. He looked at the child for a minute, picking her up and shackling her to the wall.

"Now, you stay here tonight, and we'll continue things in the morning," he snickered.

He wanted to make sure the child stayed alive so he could have his fun, so he ended up stopping the blood flow, keeping the blood for himself. He stashed the blood away and went into the other room.

"So much pleasure.." he giggled and laid down, excited for the things he'd do to tomorrow.