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There's nothing more satisfying than seeing the blood slip out of the place that you've just pierced. As the skin of the helpless separates and you sear deeper, as the screams become strangled and the squirming begins to slow as death over takes.
It's the look that is left in their eyes as the life slips out with every red droplet. Who would've thought that eyes like those would tell of so much? They're not lifeless if they hold the key to me. Hold the key to what really happened.
Laughter fills my lungs as I read what a crack team of profilers have on me and laugh harder as its all wrong. Male, correct. Early twenties, incorrect. From a disrupted childhood, incorrect. Poor job, incorrect. No real social life, incorrect. I laugh again; it appears I'm a monster beyond monsters. I'm an abyss of a person. I'm not your usual 'killer', I lead a normal life, its best to find the next helpless that way.
I've set sights on a teenage brunette, she's flirty, willing, pleasurable I'm sure. I swoop in, charm her, her eyes twinkle, she's impressed, she's mine. This isn't part of the profile either. I don't like samey. The last helpless was much older, a mother with 2 kids it seemed. The one before that a 35 year old man, needed a drinking buddy, he was mine within 32 minutes.
Hmm, there goes that look again as the plea's end and she feels the metal. She feels it all, just how it should be. The life's gone. The dumping ground is found, located, safe. It shall be done.
I am now possessor of the souls of the helpless, my helpless. No one else's.
Ha! That's cheered me up enormously. The crack team of profilers cut short, completely at a loss. Maybe if I hit at closer ground to them it might help, I'm getting bored of their lacking.
I'm about to be their worse nightmare.
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Authors Note: End Of One Story.... Beginning Of Another!
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