The Mind of a Serial Killer

by TitsHonor

AU. the teenage boy thought it would be amusing to play a game with the police. killing people at random can be quite fun if you are a serial killer who wants nothing else but others to suffer. but that changes when a detective of sorts knows who is doing the killing but can not find any evidence against the teenager.

1. Prologue

AN~ **WARNING! this chapter is gory, those who can not handle gory/bloody/twisted stuff DO NOT READ!

Enjoy! -000

~Prologue~

Our story begins with a teenage boy. He had skin that was only lightly tanned, pale blonde hair that framed his face, and icy blue eyes that were always expressing his emotions, eyes are the windows to the soul as you may have heard. This boy would often be seen wearing purple and black or shorts that came down to mid-thigh, now that might be an odd thing to hear, you may think "what teenage boy wears shorts that short?" but this teenage boy does.

The teenage boy's name is Alois Trancy. Now before we begin our story, I wish to share some about the teenage boy named Alois Trancy. Alois Trancy could be considered many things, a sadist, bipolar, a cross-dresser, or even ruthless. But Alois simply was a traumatized child, he could not help the way that he is and he still cannot be fully responsible for his actions.

The boy has repeatedly lashed out at other people. He wishes for people to hurt the way he had been, maybe not to the same extent, but he still desires this. This strange character is the main character in his own life, without him, his life would not be, his very existence is very important in our story.

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A scream escaped the throat of a girl, as the person toyed with her, he ran his blade up one arm and down her other, pressing lightly on her skin, and just enough to draw blood but not enough for the blood to be threatening.

The girl was tied to a chair, her arms handcuffed together behind her back it seemed, her legs were also bound, she was a normal looking individual, with brown hair and eyes, cuts all over her body, and her clothes had been sliced from her body with that knife. The person did not wish to touch her inappropriately, oh no he would never do that. He just wanted her to think he would, he realized it put a fear in them that he got a rush from.

He laughed when the girl screamed again as he slowly cut along her wrist deeply, her body jerked as a reaction to the pain. Tears were rolling down her face and she was pleading for her life. The girl was truly pitiful, the person thought, pleading for her life and squirming like a bug in attempts to escape him who was casing her harm. His knife slowly left her wrist, the person held out the knife for her to see before slowly licking the blood off of the blade, smirking at her.

"Why are you scared? You haven't died yet." The girl screamed and cried harder after he spoke, "you should be happy, it could be a lot worse for you, I could do whatever I wanted to you and nobody would care," he slowly dug his knife into her neck, cutting across it, "nobody would miss a pitiful being like you."

He slashed through her neck hard, blood escaping from the open wound and flowing down along her body. He untied her as life was leaving her body, finishing his work on her, carving two letters on her back, the two letters overlapping.

What was carved into that girl's back, an A and a T.

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"This is the fourth victim to end up like this, Sebastian." Spoke a tall and thin young man by the name of Ciel Phantomhive, this young man had hair of a blueish black and one blue eye, the other covered by an eye patch.

A man taller than the first dressed in all black, with a head of black hair and eyes of crimson, by the name of Sebastian Michaelis replied, "I am aware, my lord."

"All bound, with a slash to the throat, undressed, with a symbol on this back." Ciel threw the pictures of the victims on his desk, huffing, "but they each have a different method of torture marks on them but no sexual harm happened to any of the bodies either..."

Ciel continued to speak, "no DNA on any of the bodies, not even a fingerprint, whoever this is, they know what they are doing." He chewed on a pen absentmindedly, "Sebastian, I want you to make me a list of people that each victim knew before they died."

The man clad in black put one hand on his chest, bowing slightly, "yes, my lord."

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AN~ sooo. yeah. does this seem like a good story ? i got this idea in my mind and i really wanted to try writing it and see if anyone would bother to read or if it would just sit in the back of my mind, where it belongs. REVIEW PLEASE! and favorite and follow and all that good stuff :D