Goddammit.

Now she knows about my parents… and I know she's going to keep asking me to talk to her about it.

But maybe I was too hard… But I need to tell her never to bring it up again. EVER.

I can't even think about the events. I wish I could forget that night, maybe then I'd be fucking normal.

I just can't talk about that subject… It makes me… Sad, angry, annoyed, frustrated, it just brings agony to my soul.

Worst of all, when someone talks about that subject… I get… The hunger. The itch to kill. The fucking appetite for screaming.

Ugh, dammit! I could've waited a week, but now I want to fucking kill someone TODAY!

Not enough time, I don't have a target, I am not prepared, and it's a school night.

But it's a fucking itch in the bottom of my heart, that feeling you get when something is missing, and it won't fucking go away!

Just this once, I will do it on a Sunday. But I need a target! Someone no one will notice, someone who commonly goes out at nights.

Dammit, I only know the schedule of one person. Some jock asshole from school… What's his name… Joseph something… He's too close, it will raise suspicions.

I go missing all night, and then some boy from school goes missing the following day? No, people will make the connection.

Maybe Aeris..? No, she doesn't deserve that. But then again, neither do a lot of my victims… No! For fuck sake, I'm the only friend she's had since 3rd grade; imagine the fucking pain when you realize your best friend for nine years is a serial killer, and you his next victim.

Wait, was that a hint of concern? Since when do I give a fuck about anyone? The only reason I'm friends with Aeris is because she won't leave me alone. She's so clingy, even though she tries her best not to show it. If she wasn't that way, our 'friendship' wouldn't have lasted for nine years.

And yet I'm afraid of hurting her… Maybe I should apologize for what I said earlier…

Goddammit! She's a liability, after the things I've done; I shouldn't let anyone get close…

Yet she remains my best friend…

She's my self-proclaimed best friend. She's not too close to me. If she was, she would've known about my parents sooner…

I need to stop debating with myself. Alright, Aeris is not an option.

I need to kill someone that no one will notice. A junkie or something.

I picked up my digital camera, my gloves, my facemask, and my apron.

Well, I have two different facemasks. One is at the dock warehouse, and that one is a clear welding mask, mainly to stop the blood from spattering over my face. The second one is a mask of V, from V for Vendetta. I usually wear a hat with it in order to ensure no one even see's my fur color. (Refer to comic 216 to see what it looks like.)

It was originally a Halloween costume, but now it has…other uses. Mainly to hide my identity from any possible witnesses when I nab someone.

I turned off the game, loaded the items in the sedan, and drove through the neighborhood.

I'm going to the docks again, to prepare. After which, I'm going to find a victim.

If things go according to plan, I should have killed a man by 8:00 pm.

I arrived at the docks, so it's time to get ready.

I walked into the dock warehouse, and sighed.

So many memories here. Not exactly happy memories, well, for them.

I set up a table on top of a large plastic tarp, and I put a smaller plastic tarp over the table itself. The victim will be restrained here.

I got the welding mask, a hatchet, and several surgical tools to help said victim on his way. And just for kicks, I also have a needle, and some saltwater. It's going to be a fun evening.

Alright, it's now 3:00 pm… Plenty of time to select a target.

Time for a nice relaxing drive.

Normally I would be smarter than to attempt to abduct someone in broad daylight, but in this particular neighborhood, it's not safe for most to be walking on the streets. I'm not the only one to be feared here. So I'd better be careful what target I choose, and make sure no one is watching when I nab him. Wait for an opportunity.

Hmmm… I see two already, a yellow douche and a white prostitute. Neither of which are good pickings.

As I turned a corner, I saw another. He was orange, and he dyed stripes into his fur…like a fucking tiger. It must be some kind of fetish, because it sure as hell isn't style. He was also wearing a white tank top and loose blue jeans.

God help any woman who wants to go out with a douchy tiger.

Well, tiger guy… Looks like I'm the predator… and you're the prey… Is anyone watching? No? Good.

I did a U turn and stopped the car. I put on the V hat and mask, and jumped out of the car.

He didn't notice me running towards him until it was too late.

I grabbed him from behind, put my right arm around his neck, and my left arm against his head to hold him in place. Both arms are blocking blood flow in his jugular veins. He panicked, and dropped to his knees, bringing me with him, but I didn't let go. He violently struggled, and then is body began to spasm. This is due to the brain not receiving blood, and it thinks his heart stopped, the spasms are his brain sending out electric impulses in order to restart the heart. If he does this for too long, his heart will actually stop.

He spasmed one more time, and I let him go. He fell to the sidewalk, unconscious.

I picked him up, and swung his upper body over my shoulder.

Well, tiger boy, you're heavier than I thought you'd be.

I threw him into the trunk of the sedan, and closed it. I then took off my V hat and mask, got in the driver's seat, and drove back to the docks. Only 4:00 and I already have my victim.

I arrived at the dock. 4:13 pm, he should be waking up in a few minutes. I parked, got out of the car, walked to the trunk, and opened it.

I grabbed him, and slung him over my shoulder. I walked into the warehouse, set him on the table, and duct taped his wrists and ankles to the table. I also duct taped his tail next to him, you never know when you have a MacGyver on your hands...

4:15… Just a few more minutes…

"Ung… What the fuck?" He said.

Or not…

I took his wallet out of his pocket, and took out the ID.

Okay… His name is… Tony? You have got to be shitting me. His name is actually fucking Tony? And he got his fur done like a tiger? What the fuck? What is he, the spokesman of Frosted Flakes?

Tony Riviera, he was born August 6th, 1990, and he is 21 years of age. It was his birthday three months ago.

"So your name is seriously Tony the tiger. Just… wow." I told him as I dropped his wallet.

"Fucking let me the fuck go!" He shouted, but I ignored him.

"Now, you see, normally I'm not so sudden, so can you tell me if you are some kind of criminal?"

"What? No! Is that what this is about? I've never even shoplifted!"

"Mhm. Any family I should know about?"

"I have a brother! That's it! What's this about? Where am I!"

"What? Is his name Larry the leopard?" I said, chuckling.

"Are you going to rape me!"

I face palmed almost instantly.

"Alright, at first I thought it was only women who asked that, but do I really look like a homosexual rapist?"

"You rape women!"

"What? No! That's not what I said. They assume I'm going to rape them, but I don't."

"Is this because I'm gay!" He asked, panicked.

"You're gay? Well, I did not know that. Not that it matters, no matter what sexuality you are, you would probably be in the same situation…"

I walked around the table.

"Although that would explain the tiger getup…" I said to myself.

"Why am I here?"

"Wrong place at the wrong time, I suppose. You were alone, and no one was watching." I said as I knelt by him, and grabbed hold of his right thumb.

"You can say, you stuck out-"

I jerked his thumb in the opposite direction of the joint, dislocating it with a sickening SNAP. He almost yelled, but he clenched his teeth, and held it in.

"-like a sore thumb…" I finished, and got back up

I noticed he was still attempting to hold in any yells of pain.

"Don't bother holding it in, you're gonna be screaming real soon anyway." I told him with a devilish grin.

"W-Why are you doing this?" He stuttered.

"Well, I stopped looking for a reason a long time ago. Because the more I look for a reason, the more obvious it is that I have no reason. I pick targets by how guilty they are. And you get to be the first target I chose by random."

"There were others?" He asked.

"No shit Sherlock. You have an awful lot of questions, and none of them are very smart." I said as I got a scalpel from my table of tools.

"W-What are you gonna do with that!" He was panicking even more than before.

"I don't like spoilers." I said with a grin, and I started to bring the blade close to his face.

He began to struggle, shaking his head madly, trying to get out of the restraints.

"If you squirm, I guarantee this is going to hurt a lot more." I told him, while holding head in place with my left hand.

"P-Please! What did I ever do to you!"

"Wrong place at the wrong time…" I repeated, as the blade came close to touching the skin above his left eye.

Then my phone started ringing.

"Mother fuck!" I shouted.

"HELP! HELP! THIS GUY'S A PSYCHO!" Tony shouted.

"I didn't answer the phone yet you fucking idiot." I said, as I got the phone out of my pocket.

I took the roll of duct tape, and taped his mouth shut.

I answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yeah… I just wanted to say sorry about earlier." Aeris's voice came.

Tony was screaming underneath the duct tape.

"What is that?"

"A YouTube video. Hold on, I'll mute it." I said, as I put the phone mic on mute. I turned to Tony, and held the scalpel to his throat.

"Keep it up, and I'll cut out your fucking vocal cords." I told him, and I put the scalpel on the table again, and picked up the phone.

"Yeah, I muted it." I told Aeris, giving a dark look to Tony.

"Can we just forget I ever asked you about your…parents?"

"I should be apologizing to you, I said some pretty bad-"

"No. You were right… I am a little too…"

She sighed.

"Aggressive." She finished.

"You shouldn't say sorry for being defensive."

"Look, I just want you to know we all have secrets… And I respect yours. I'll never ask about it again, and no one else will know."

A small pause followed.

"So, how about we continue Borderlands?" She asked.

"Now's not really a good time…" I said.

"Oh… You still don't forgive me."

"No! No, it's not that. It's just I'm doing something right now."

"You're jacking off, aren't you?"

"What? No! I 'll say again, just because your brothers do it all the time doesn't mean I do!"

"Yeah, sure… So when can I come over? It's boring over here."

"About three hours."

"Three hours! What are you doing that takes three hours?"

Torturing and murdering a homosexual man with his fur died like a tiger…

"I'm finishing up a project due tomorrow at school." I answered.

"You need to stop waiting until the last minute on these things…"

"Something about having an XY chromosome tends to have the side effect of procrastination. "

"… What?"

"It's because I'm a guy." I said with a chuckle.

"Hey, you know I never pay attention in biology."

"You should. Useful stuff."

Like learning the locations of jugular veins, nerves, and soft spots on our bodies…

"Since when do you care about anything in school?" She asked.

"Since always, you just don't pay attention. Look, I have to finish this up, and as fun as it sounds to be gay for an hour and sit here and chat like a small girl, I think I would like to pass this class."

I covered the phone's speaker, and looked at Tony.

"No offence." I whispered to him.

I put the phone back up to my ear.

"I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, see you in three hours…" She said, before she hung up.

What is it with her, and calling me at the worst times?

Well, now I know why the hunger came back so quickly after last kill, I didn't savor the moment.

I put the phone in my pocket, and walked to Tony.

"Well… Where were we?" I asked, as I ripped the duct tape from his mouth.

I turned to the table.

"Ah, yes. Scalpel and the eye."

I grabbed it, and moved it close to his face.

"Now was it the left eye or the right eye?" I asked him.

"P-Please! Not my eyes! J-J-Just let me go! I'll never tell anyone! I won't call the cops, I won't tell another soul! Just please! Let me go!"

"Oh yeah. It was the left eye." I said

I moved the blade and touched his eyelid.

"Fair warning; this is going to hurt. A lot." I told him.

"Feel free to express it in any way you feel necessary." I said, before forcing his eye shut with my left hand, and slowly began cutting his eyelid.

He was screaming at the top of his lungs as I slowly moved the scalpel from one end of his eye socket to the other. I then took my left hand; and grabbed his eyelid, still connected by a piece of flesh.

"Don't blink." I said with a large grin, and I pulled the eyelid off of his face.

He was screaming at the top of his lungs, and I was laughing.

I walked to the table, and grabbed the bottle of salt water.

I walked back to him, and put the bottle above his left eye, flipped it upside down, twisted the nozzle and squeezed it. The salty water entered his socket, and without an eyelid to blink out the salt and water, well, let's just say it's both psychological and physical torture.

By the muscles and facial expressions, he was trying to blink his left eye, but realizing he can't, made him panic even more.

He was screaming and thrashing about madly without stopping for at least 15 minutes.

Once he stopped screaming, he was simply sitting still, hyperventilating.

The white of his eye was now gleaming red. It was still rolling, so he can still see through it. I grabbed the scalpel, and stuck it behind his eye, and popped it out of his skull. He let out another 10 second scream, before just hyperventilating again. The eye, still connected to the stem, is fully functional

I lit a match, and stabbed the eye stem with the burning end. He screamed at the top of his lungs, until I decided to just pull the entire eye out.

I held it in front of his face, and smiled.

"Eye see you!" I said with a sadistic grin.

I then grabbed a small plastic sack, and put the eye inside.

"F-F-Fuck… Y-You…" He said, having tired his voice out from screaming.

"Now that's not very polite." I said, as I lifted his shirt up to his chest.

I took the scalpel, and put it to the bottom of his ribcage. He shivered.

"Hold still now, you don't want me to mess this up." I told him.

"Why… The fuck… Do I care..? I'm just… gonna die anyway…" He said.

"Well, I suppose you're right. But if I screw up, it might be slightly more painful."

I cut into the top of the abdominal area, and slid down with surgical precision. He was screaming throughout the cut.

Once the blade hit the bottom of the abdominal area, I took the scalpel out of him, and put it on the table.

"I don't want to get my leather gloves messy, now do I?" I said, as I took off my leather gloves, and reached into a small bag filled with disposable gloves. I slid the gloves on, and turned back to Tony.

"Take a deep breath." I told him. I reached my hand into the cut, about three inches above his pelvic area.

I moved my hand around his organs, and grabbed hold of part of his entrails.

"You might feel some discomfort." I told him, as I began to pull it out of him. I pulled out at least a foot of the entrails, and I pulled it out a little more, and placed it in his hand.

"W-What is that? What am I holding..?" He asked nervously.

"That would be your intestines. I've just disemboweled you." I said as I took the gloves off, and picked up the digital camera.

I got next to his head, and made him look into the lens.

"Say cheese!" I said with a grin, as the camera flashed.

I put the camera in my pocket, and I walked to the table, put on my leather gloves, and picked up a large knife.

I stood behind his head, and looked down at him.

"Any last words or prayers?" I asked him.

"N-no…"

"Maybe your last meal should be frosted flakes." I said with a grin.

"Go…Fuck…Yourself…"

"Ah, the last words of many in this situation." I told him as I brought the knife down to his chin, and the tip of the knife was poking his windpipe.

"Three… Two… One…" And with that, I thrusted the knife into his throat.

The stab did not kill him instantly, but he was suffocating. He was choking and gagging, and by the way his throat was moving, he was trying to scream.

Although he had no verbal way to say it, he was in extreme pain; you can see it in his eye. The same look my mother had, seconds before death. The same look I had, when my innocents died.

I knelt by him.

"Feel my pain…" I whispered into his ear during his final moments. He choked his last breath, and he was gone.

"Goodbye… Tony the tiger." I said, as I removed the restraints, and began to move his body.

I washed any and all blood that had spilt onto the plastic tarp, packed up my tools, took his body, and threw it into my little boat.

With that, I went to the coast guard blind spot I always go to, and dumped his body over the U.S border.

By the time I got home, it was 6:00. I walked up to my room, printed the camera picture, and put it into the hidden box in my wall, behind my dresser, perfectly safe from any eyes that aren't mine.

Today, I abducted and killed a man, successfully disposed of his corpse, and I am back before dinner. And an hour earlier than I expected it to be. My hunger is satisfied, and I can last another month or so.

I had relaxed on my bed for a few minutes, before I noticed something. My window was open, just a crack.

I walked over to it, and closed it. I realized something scratched into the frame of the window.

Row Your Boat

… What the fuck does that mean?

Well, that update delay was an abomination. I'm starting to get as bad as Scott Razzy.

Yes, this chapter is fucked up beyond recognition, but you were warned in the prologue. I had to wash my hands after finishing this one.

Well, not much to say this time. Or I just can't think of anything… Sooo… Yeah.

Oh, and before anyone bitches to me about it, no I am not against gays. Just because the target in the story happened to be homosexual, does not mean anything. Leo wasn't exactly clear on any details, and even if he was, he wouldn't give a fuck what sexuality he is. I just want to be clear about that, so no one who is homosexual or supports homosexuals are offended.

Alright... Yeah that's it.

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