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WARNING: This chapter can be considered quite gruesome, and I have done my best to go into impeccable detail; if you are by any chance squeamish about gore in any way, shape or form, then I advise you that this story isn't for you, as there will only be more of it in future. Read at your own risk/discretion.

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Chapter 4

The First Murder

Blood was splattered everywhere, the girl no longer screaming with every sharp thrust of the blade into her flesh; her tears were only now starting to dry to her face, the glistening water gathering at the very rims of her glassy, lifeless eyes as she stared up at her tormentor in utter horror, her mouth parted into a silent, never-ending scream as the blood slowly pooled around her petite figure, staining her crisp clothing a disfigured shade of vermillion—the life had left her completely.

But he was still not satisfied; he needed more, something else, to liven up the atmosphere—even the catchy Korean pop music, loud as it was, could not make him feel sated of his bloodlust.

He wanted more.

And more was what he got.

Removing the sharpened knife from her jugular, the man carefully composed himself, before dragging the young teenager by her limp right leg to where the pool-table was situated, the entire place devoid of human interaction; he had the area to himself. Grabbing the corpse by her long, luscious hair, the man felt somewhat emboldened by the terror that still remained on her face, attracted to the utter beauty that he had brought out of her by rendering her no longer living; the lure her smaller figure gave off made the creature curious, anxious to see what else she had to provide for him.

Placing her gently onto the pool-table—after of course gathering together all of the billiard balls and throwing them to the floor, the clanking of the hard ivory against the tiling almost soothing to his ears—the man gracelessly sipped his hands up the hem of her skirt, brushing his fingers over her still-warm sex before tugging at the lacy material, tearing it from her legs to leave her exposed to his viewing; licking his lips in that same sickening display as before he had made her his target, the man yanked at the silver zipper his pants occupied, his hand sliding behind the material only to pull out his hardened length, pre-cum oozing from the head's slit as he moved forward, mounting the young girl's immobile body, before he thrust in, relishing in the feeling of her heat, before he removed himself, residing at her opening for the smallest of seconds before forcing his way back in, her muscles naturally clamping around him even in her state of 'comatose'.

She felt simply divine.

Groaning at the friction he had created, the man picked up his tempo, to match the beat of the song that was blasting from the stereo's speakers, grinding his hips as brutally as he possibly could against hers until he felt himself shuddering, that explosive feeling curling in the pit of his stomach as he almost very nearly keeled over at the sensation, until it finally gave way, his seed spurting into her womb at a hasty pace until he had filled her to the very brim; grunting as he pulled out of her, the man gradually came down from his high, sighing at the almost full feeling he had received from that act alone—but it was still not enough.

There was never enough.

His need was insatiable, a desire that could never be completely quenched even after the most brutal of sessions.

Putting his soft cock back to where it belonged—inside his pants—the creature then proceeded over to where he had left his butchers knife, bloodied and pulsating with a need that even he couldn't have matched; the need to sink into another's flesh over and over again. He was only too happy to comply.

After all, now he had to get rid of all evidence, traces of himself, that suggested that he had been anywhere within vicinity of her.

Smirking somewhat sadistically, the man clambered over her once again, and without a moment's hesitation began to carve away at her flesh, slicing and flaying every inch of skin from her body before collecting it into a special esky, leaving it to settle against the ice—the once smooth hide was flecked and stained with the crimson fluid, flaking in some areas until all that could be deciphered was the vague outline of veins and clotted blood, the very same liquid gradually being absorbed into the cubes of frozen water until they were dyed red.

The butchers knife impaled more of her inner flesh, the man delicately slicing into the area were her womb was to be, carving around the uterus whilst ignoring the rush of blood that spurted from the incision and coated him in its thick embrace, before he all but sunk his hands into the bloodied mess, ripping the casing from her stomach before turning the same treatment to her birthing canal, mutilating her vagina until it was beyond recognisable; she was beyond recognition, without a doubt.

Her innards spilt from her stomach, splayed on the pool table for all to see, her entire stomach torn open from the base of her throat to where her mutilated genitalia lay, completely shredded into indistinguishable pieces; the finisher was the fact that she indeed had no skin left on her, her muscle matter a deep scarlet in colouration as the blood oozed from every pore of fleshy under-skin, her eyes still remaining intact, with the exception that now they were shedding tears of blood rather than tears of secreted water—it made sense, seeing as there was already so much of it surrounding her.

The creature seemed rather pleased by his work, as he smiled somewhat contentedly, running his bloodied hands through his hair before shaking his head, the insane lustre to his eyes now lost for the time being; he was sated.

For now.

Bending, the man quickly gathered the esky—in which lay the girl's womb, skin and her vagina's canal—before he slipped off into the darkness, no footfalls heard or imprints left behind to suggest that he had ever been there in the first place.

Sakura yawned tiredly as she exited the bathroom, a grim line plastered to her lips as she thought over the events of last night; Sasuke had been messing with her head, and in such a sordid manner it wasn't even in the vaguest bit amusing—how could he play that sort of a trump card, knowing full well what it could so to a person like her?

Not that he knew anything about her sex life, but still, the very fact that he had instigated such a thing, perhaps even knowing that she was slightly (she's in total denial right now) attracted to him, was a low blow even for him; but then again, on the note of attraction and the knowledge of said attraction (in which he used that very whimsical detail in order to manipulate her in ways even he didn't know; or perhaps he did...?), Sakura wouldn't have been in the remotest bit surprised if half—if not all—of the female population were insanely engrossed with his good looks.

That would be something she could bet her life on if she ever locked him in the room with a group of women, teenagers and elderly alike.

But that was to be saved for another day when she was in a better mood for mockery.

Right now she was pissed; extremely pissed.

Not only had he flustered her in ways that she had never experienced before, but he had left her to fend for herself.

And more than once.

Just when the rosette thought she was finally free of his evil ministrations, his face popped into her mind, leaving her groaning in protest as her hand yet again descended past her curls to where her clit had swollen with want once more, her moans muffled by the cushion she had sunken her face into as she tried her best not to make too much noise; it wouldn't be a good look if Hinata woke up only to catch her masturbating over her best friend—talk about awkward.

Ruffling her long pink locks in frustration, Sakura strode across the room to where her saddle pack was positioned, already packed and ready for the day's long journey; Hinata sat on the end of her bed, running a brush through her silky raven locks before she extended it out to Sakura, a small smile plastered to her features as a polite flush spread across her cheeks, her pale lavender eyes eerily knowing.

It was as if she already knew why the pinkette was so flustered, and why she looked as if she had been run over by a bus; Sakura shuddered at the thought.

Reaching out and thanking the ravenette gratefully for her implicit trust, Sakura raised the brush to her pink locks, in the notion of tugging out any knots that had made their way into her head of hair overnight when a piercing scream splintered through the door, its echoes carrying and raising the hairs on Sakura's arms as she snapped her suddenly very alert gaze to Hinata, whom also looked worried.

Good lord, what could have possibly happened to have brought out such a terrified shriek—?

The door was almost torn from the very hinges as Sasuke stood there, his usual cocky expression grim and dark as the words ripped from his throat in a guttural growl that further raised goose-bumps on the girls' arms and necks.

"Get your things; there's a murderer on the loose."

At first, Sakura hadn't known how to react to his news, and had at one stage in her deliriousness figured that laughing at him was the best call, but the utter seriousness in his every movement, the way he was rigid with some unknown emotion, was enough for the rosette to suddenly come back into reality and face the very plausible reasoning he had just suggested; but if there really was a murderer on the loose—and if this wasn't just a snide ploy in order to distract Sakura long enough for him to spirit away Hinata and her precious baby (A.K.A. her car)—Sakura wanted to see for herself what it was that had everyone so jittery.

Without any thought to it, Sakura darted past Sasuke, ignored his angered yells to not go down there as she went about it, darting around the corners of the hotel complex as she vaguely registered heavy footfalls from behind her, the pinkette's eyes widening at the size of the crowd that had gathered, and the amount of police that had been summoned to the isolated area—let's face it, even if the crime was serious, the cops wouldn't have arrived for at least a good three or four hours (going at excessive speeds, that is) unless it topped the scale of homicides.

Honestly, Sakura hadn't expected it to be to such an extent until she saw it for herself; whatever remnants that had been at some point broken down in her stomach were almost forcefully pushing its way up her throat—the bile and vomit (more accurately the gastric acid) was all she could taste in her mouth as she gazed in horror at the scene before her.

There was blood and guts everywhere; every inch of the room was smeared with the scarlet liquid, some of it still wet, as it dripped profusely from the whitewashed ceiling above their heads—the homicide investigators all wore black protective plastic around their bodies, goggles, gloves and masks clasped to their features so as to prevent the dribbling fluid from making contact with their skin.

It was a ghastly sight indeed.

A shrill scream came from behind Sakura, alerting her to the presences of both Hinata and Sasuke, the former clutching her hands to her now gaunt complexion as she buried her face in the raven haired Uchiha's dark shirt, whilst the latter stood there with an apathetic, almost bored expression on his face, his once crossed arms wrapping loosely around the ravenette's shoulders in what one would assume was a comforting embrace (or as far as touchy-feely things went for the indifferent man before them); Sakura was almost tempted to join the terrified young woman, had she not known better than to do such a thing to a) a complete stranger and b) after his latest 'stint'.

Collecting herself, Sakura returned her gaze to the morbid incident that looked as if someone had just delved into a scene from a horror film and scattered it all over the place, feeling the onsets of nausea and queasiness in her stomach as she finally saw the state of the body—or what could be claimed as a corpse.

"Good lord..."

Sakura murmured breathlessly as she watched the pathologists lift the fleshy cadaver from its position on the pool-table, only to seconds later place it into a body-bag, not yet zipping it as they examined the carcass for any signs of evidence, or perhaps to determine the sex of the victim—or rather it as the case may be. Sakura felt her instincts kick in as she slipped under the yellow tape, police alerted almost instantly as she made her way to where the corpse was being studied.

"Sumimasen, Miss, demo, this area is off limits to civilian personnel—"

"I understand that, but I think I can help you I.D. the body." Sakura replied nonchalantly, professionalism all that was conveyed in her otherwise detached voice as she strode over to the analysts, her emerald eyes scrutinizing as she extended a hand to the team of pathologists.

"Ma'am? Do you think you could give us any hints as to the sex of our cadaver?"

The trainee of the group, seemingly the youngest, asked curiously, his bright amber orbs alight with awe as he watched the pink haired woman nod her head curtly, ignoring the snide remarks made by his fellows.

"What, an unexperienced juvenile would know more than a trained professional? Officer, escort this wannabe from the site please, so that the real authorities can get back to work—"

Sakura cut in rudely, her voice cutting and harsh as she retorted rather angrily, "And have you determined the sex of this poor victim, your highness, or are you still in the processes of identifying that information?"

The woman stuttered in a fit of rage as she tried to summon enough wit to outsmart the pinkette, but since she was already on a roll, Sakura would in no way give her the opportunity to do so.

"So you haven't already predetermined that this 'cadaver' is indeed female?"

Everyone seemed to be astounded, especially Sasuke, whom stood at the very edge of the tape now (Hinata had excused herself from the scene momentarily at his encouragement), slightly more interested in what was happening; so this woman could define the sex of the casualty simply by looking at that hunk of torn flesh? Fascinating...

"A-And you know this how?"

The woman stated, victory washing off of her as she stared down her competition in an almost condescending manner; she was oh so sure she was the winner of this 'debacle'.

"You can tell from the shape of her build, the width of her hips, her height, the muscle structure and the size of her hands."

Sakura replied curtly, her eyes skimming over the indistinguishable figure before she added rather bluntly, "And of course the fact that there are fat reserves where her breasts used to be."

As if to accentuate her claim, Sakura made a gesture to where there were the vaguest of membranes circling the chest area, the fat having deteriorated thanks to the exposure until it had all but melted into the bloodied flesh.

"Although her nipples are gone, we can still determine this as fact from the rest of her body, no matter how... impossible it may seem to differentiate now."

Sakura ended after a long pause, her breath leaving her as the smell finally registered; it was rancid, putrid to the very core, and it made her want to puke had she not been examining the scene.

The woman didn't seem pleased at all that she had just been showed up—over fifteen years of servitude to her job, and a brat like her shows up and proves her wrong like it was nothing major—but the rest of the squad was, as they shook her hand avidly, saying their word of thanks before she departed from the area, in dire need of water, Panadol, and a toilet bowl that she could throw up into; the stench was really starting to have adverse effects upon her.

Sighing as she walked briskly toward the yellow tape, Sakura couldn't help but wonder who the victim was, and why they had been targeted—wait, scratch that, knowing a sociopathic psycho-recluse, they probably didn't define their victims unless they had a specific trait about them that made them appealing.

Shuddering, the rosette sidestepped the puddle of blood that she had come so close to slipping on, before she finally made it out of the danger zone, slipping back under the tape as she made her way back to the room, not for a moment noting Sasuke's enigmatic presence until he spoke rather unexpectedly, causing Sakura to almost shriek at the action.

"Since when was someone like you able to I.D. a body so quickly, especially in that state?"

Scowling at his degrading remark, Sakura simply snorted, before snapping rather brashly,

"Is it so hard to believe that I'm a top medical student/soon-to-be-doctor, or is it really just that unfathomable in your peanut-sized brain?"

Sasuke didn't seem remotely offended by her snide retort, but rather amused by it, before he reverted back to being as curiously secretive as possible, surprising her yet again with his comment.

"It isn't surprising, but the way you went about displaying that talent was. Normally a med-student couldn't pick up on such intricate details of the human anatomy as quickly as you did, so there has to be something else you're not telling me."

"And why the fuck should I tell a complete stranger," Oh yeah, using his own words against him, "How or why I was able to pick up on those 'details'? Now just drop it, and leave me be! You're annoying me!"

Sakura spat irately as she came to a complete halt at her door, throwing it open before shoving it roughly backwards, with the full intention of it slamming in his face for dramatic effect to leave her with the last word, but again he managed to do just the opposite, and instead caught the door with his hand (with speed that Sakura couldn't possibly fathom), a smirk playing lazily on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, charcoal orbs smouldering with many emotions unrecognisable to Sakura; there was an awkward tension between them, only further fuelling the memory of the prior evening, of what he had reduced her to.

Their staring contest, however long it lasted for, was cut short, however, when a ghastly pale Hinata exited the bathroom, her pale lavender eyes almost a glassy white as she walked towards them, her eyes swollen and cheeks puffy and red with what appeared to be tears; she had been crying?

Almost instantly Sasuke was at her side, a comforting arm snaking around her as he held her to him, his eyes somewhat warmer than they had been before, but still distant as he immersed himself in thought.

"H-H-H-H-H-H-How c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-could s-s-s-s-s-s-s-some-o-o-one d-d-d-do s-s-s-s-something l-l-l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-that? H-H-H-H-How c-c-c-c-could... t-they... y-you...?"

Hinata trailed off, Sasuke visibly stiffening at her choice of words; or rather, the way she had ended it.

His eyes instantly sought out Sakura's, but it seemed that she was lost in her own ponderings, her eyes glazed and withdrawn as she unconsciously hugged her arms closer to her body—she mightn't be showing it, but deep down, under all of those layers, Sasuke knew she was frightened, horrified, at the prospect of another human being doing something so blatantly awful.

He knew that feeling all too well.

So much so that he could never quite explain the sheer danger he posed; he was more than a threat, a force to be reckoned with... no... He was far more than anyone could have ever possibly imagined, fathomed...

Flashback

Sasuke stood outside Hinata's—and her—room, it being impossibly late when he heard it; the spine-tingling screams that should have had him running to see what it was that had instigated such terror.

He did anything but.

That familiar longing, desire, curled in the pit of his stomach, something that he hadn't felt in a good six years, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he moved forward, his excitement causing his hands to twitch and spasm if ever so slightly, so small the movement, in fact, that it wouldn't have been noticeable unless inspected up close, or if in contact with another; he had a distinct feeling... if that was what he thought was happening, then he might snap.

But before he could act on his instinct, he heard muffled moans from the other side of the door, his body naturally blocking out all other imposing noise as he listened intently, his ear now pressed to the wood, the action amplifying the sounds until they completely registered in his brain; the twitching stopped.

He felt himself smirking without even realising it had happened; so she was pleasuring herself, hmm?

Well now, wasn't this an interesting prospect.

His ego was since then boosted, as he continued to listen to her, ignoring the rush of blood that was currently stimulating him in a place that hadn't been sated in a long while, his former bloodlust lost in favour for the juicy noises she was emitting, muffled or otherwise.

...

...

...

Sasuke stood outside the yellow tape, quite surprised as to the extent of the violence that had been unsheathed upon the casualty; although in all honesty it only excited him more.

So he had finally met his match, aa?

This was sure to be promising; it had been a long time since he had encountered such a thorough, yet brutal slayer; it was a game that he was only too happy to indulge in, a play that he was all too thrilled to accept, a challenge he was all but keen to step up to.

This was sure to make for one hell of a road-trip.

End of Flashback

Sakura sighed as she placed all of the luggage—her own, as well as her companies—before she stepped into the vehicle, unbeknownst to her that a pair of intent eyes were drawn onto her figure; she was... perfect, indescribably so.

But there was something about her, something entirely different in her that separated her from his previous victims... yes... she was perfect.

He had been meaning to polish his 'skills' for quite some time now.

Let's see... what course of action should he take now?

As Sakura took off down the virtually abandoned highway, she failed to see the glint of a brandished weapon in the window of her rear-mirror, or the figure that that stood in the middle of said road, eagerly making note of her numberplates, before slipping away into the shadows of the building—the building where his first victim had been laid to rest.

And Sakura?

She was to be one of those numbers too.

Soon... very soon.

'It looks like we're gonna have some company on this escapade.'

Sasuke thought with a smirk, his piercing onyx orbs darting to the figure outside the car, a fair distance away, in the middle of the highway; he could see the telltale signs of a psychopath in the wake, the knife he held openly only signifying his confidence, confidence that he wouldn't be caught.

Oh how wrong he was.

Sasuke would see to that personally.

After all, it had been far too long since he had killed anybody.

a/n: DUN DUN DUN DUN! Muahahaha, monster cliffie! XD

At least, that is my take on the situation as is! ;)

Things should be getting far more interesting from henceforth, seeing as Sakura is the apple of this killer's insane thirst, so I hope that you'll be sticking around for that!

And more of Sasuke's past has been revealed!

Woot, I hope you guys are liking this so far!

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It isn't all that hard!

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Until next time then!

Ja ne! x)

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