Back again….henh henh henh…there's not a lot of information about me out there…and since I know my fans are dying to know here's a quick mini bio about yours truly:

Name: Beyond Birthday

Age: 24

DOB: December 25, 1986

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 144 lbs

There you go….so now we can properly begin this chapter…

When I was 4, I committed my first murder. My victim was a kitten. A kitten who belonged to our neighbors (this happened back when Mom and Dad were still alive). Anyways the kitten had wandered into our front yard…and that little piece of shit scratched me when I tried to throw it back to its own yard…..you see I've always hated cats….kittens as well…when it scratched me I tried to take the high road and only kicked it…but that bastard scratched me again…you see it I was already pissed because Mom wouldn't let me have jam for dinner (that bitch deserved to die, I was glad when that train splattered her guts over that station, but that is a discussion for another chapter) so I grabbed one of those terra cotta bricks (you know the kind your parents use to outline the flower bed?) and proceeded to bash its head in.

Needless to say he (or she, I don't discriminate) was dead in three blows…It's blood was staining my fingers…it was my first time seeing blood in copious amounts and I think that incident first started my love affair with blood…however I didn't develop a love for animal blood. Human blood is much more….sentimental…hmm hmm hmm..ha ha ha ha…KYA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !

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Sorry….got a bit side tracked….well there I was savoring the feel of blood when I heard a scream. The little girl next door had witnessed the whole event and when to get her parents. They came out and the woman started crying, the dad slowly approached me.

"Give me the brick son….oh God…what….why did you do this?" he asked obviously disgusted.

"It scratched me. It deserved to die." I replied. He stared at me, an absolute look of horror spread on his face….I began to smile…a sinister smirk is more like it (I've never been able to smile correctly, it always comes across as a smirk) He got up and ran to my door, frantically ringing the doorbell. Mom came to the door.

"Ted, what's wrong?"

"Your son just bashed our kitten's head in!"

"What?"

Mom ran out to where I was. I was still holding the bloody brick. I looked up at her.

"Beyond, how could you? What the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed.

I said nothing for a while.

"The blood is so beautiful…" I said.

Her eyes sank and she grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me in the house. Ted followed us and stood at the door to talk to my mother.

"Your son is sick, Diane, please get him some help. I mean those blood red eyes and his constant talking about death."

I went to the bathroom to wash off the blood. I could still hear their conversation.

"I…I know…I…told Rob that Beyond wasn't acting right…but he's so busy with work and…Beyond he…he's always been able to predict people's deaths…I….just don't know what to do anymore…. I knew he was sick but I just never thought that he would go this far….my baby….is a monster."

She closed the door and started crying on the couch. Hard down crying. I took advantage of the situation and went to the kitchen and got out a jar of jam and started up to my room.

"How can you eat after bashing a kitten's head in?" she screamed at me when she saw me. I ignored her and went to my room.

I never got attached to my parents, I knew at that time that they would only live two more years. Which pleased me because then I could act and do as I pleased. Bashing that kitten's head in was one of the greatest days of my life, and it was then that I knew that I was destined to become a serial killer.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter…I do enjoy sharing my madness with my fans and since I'm in a good mood I will answer ONE question from a reviewer. Next chapter, your truly will share some pointers for getting what you want out of life.

Gashes and Stab Wounds (works like Hugs and Kisses),

Beyond Birthday