It was the dead of night, the moon was shining through the hazy clouds making it possible to see a few metres ahead of myself, perfect hunting weather i thought to myself. I started as i normally do sharpening my boarding knife and taking my position in one of the villages alleys, I chose my spot carefully i was starting to get quite a name around the village, The village slasher there calling me, ha how pathetic they are, almost makes me think that my killings might have purpose, of course they dont really i just kill for the fun of it. I like hearing the screams of the tortured victims as they are held captive in my underground bunker, life is good.

So back to where i am now being the organised type i always read up on my victims and find the most inventive torture using information from their background, theres nothing quite like having a person scream because of their worst fears. Well after quite a bit of digging round i discovered that this man had a habit of drinking a lot on a thursday night and always insisted on walking home alone through this exact dark alley, ha pitiful fool he deserves whats coming to him.

He came out at 12:00, midnight how appropriate i thought, i concealed myself in between two dumpsters waiting for his footsteps to appear as he approached.

It didnt take long before he came, people nowadays so predictable, i waited as he wandered drunkenly past, at the right moment i sprang at him put my hand round his mouth and slashed the back of his legs behind his knee rendering both his legs completely useless, he then tried to struggle out by punching wildly at my face but i was used to this behaviour and hit him at the back of the head with the blunt part of my boarding knife and he was knocked out cold.

I dragged him across the dark alley and in to the sewer, i didnt care about his wound becoming septic it would just be more suffering for him in the long run.

I found the entrance to my underground bunker pressing a loose stone on the wall swinging the wall door wide open leading in to a room of such barbaric tortures they are horrible just to mention them, one poor unfortunate lass barely over the age of 15 was being dipped in boiling hot oil, over time the mechanism flips the tortured soul upside down and then continues the torture. The girl was close to death it was noticeable on her hideously deformed face she had always been a vain girl but i wasnt going to give her the privilege of leaving a beautiful corpse both her legs and torse were also deformed beyond recognition and she had lost the willpower to scream anymore. It had crossed my mind at one point to free her and watch her get rejected in the modern society but i deemed it too risky so i dismissed the thought.

I continued to drag the unconcious man to his new torture device i would not turn it on until he was concious so id be able to get the full effect of his first scream i decided for this one a classic, one shark, a rope and a candle. Oh but i added a modern day twist to this one to hype up the shark i added a device that would administer a syringe to the victims arm and take blood from him this blood will then be fed to the shark it will repeat to do this until the victim has fallen to his death, and the beauty of this was the victim was scared of needles perfect.

i dragged him into his new torture device and went in to my office overseeing the whole operation i liked to see my tortures in action, there was a total of five tortures going on at the moment but ive captured a total of 34 people. Everything is as it should be, i thought, i might as well get some rest so i went in to my double bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Morning.

I awoke to the hideous screaming i fell asleep to i see it as a lullaby now, I changed out of my clothes i had on before and into my sophisticated, civilization clothes. I dont really like these there to heavy and bright. I had to get some supplies and mock the world by reading the newspaper, nobody has yet caught a glimpse of my face yet, well, that have lived at least so i was free to walk around in public. i went into the village store.

"have you heard theres been another abduction, they think its the village slasher". said the village shopkeeper. "its not safe anymore, dont go out unless you need to, look it says there starting to get an idea of who the killer might be, about bleeding time what the hell have they been doing through all these murders for gods sake".

Ha i got to see this, i thought laughing to myself.

"Pass me one of the daily times please" i asked the shopkeeper.

My story was on the front page and what i saw quite shocked me. Ha i thought useless cops couldnt catch a cold, belittling me saying that i might have psycological problems and shouldnt be deemed worthy for modern society i would love to catch the guy responsible for this. I returned to my little operation about 10:00 and started my next victims profiling, i decided to get the reporter, his name was mark crosby. i was distracted momentarily as a big ruckus started on the operations floor. i looked out of my window and saw what was the problem...