Urr sorry if this chapter doesn't really explain anything. It is supposed to be an explination chapter. This chapter is for Be-… Eliza xoxo

Warnings: Its shit, Theres rape and whatever.

So I found myself in a shabby motel room with Jamia about to spill all of my dirty never been spilled before secrets. Nothing I am about to say to the cute girl has ever been told to one before. Ever.

"Alright" I said "I'll start from the beginning. I guess it started from when I was 5"

"1986

As a kid I knew I was different. I should have been playing outside with other kids. Instead I sat inside, snuck horror films up to my room and watched them. I should have been scared of watching all the gore flashing before me, but it barely bothered me.

1996

Things worsened when I started to figure out I like guys instead of girls. Things were different. I didn't even know if I could tell my best friend. I didn't know how he'd react to me being... Hell I couldn't even admit it to myself never mind anyone else. So there I was, stuck and alone. It didn't help that I started wanting to hurt people. I'd start by going out finding random homeless people, alone, and beating on them. It made me feel good. I had power over people. I felt euphoric.

Although people started to ask where the bruises came from. I lied quickly, telling them it was none of their concern.

Over time I found myself wanting more.

Much more.

1998

It was time. Time to tell my friend about my situation. That I was gay. I had developed quite a crush on him. How could I not he was a good looking guy.

"Hey, dude, I gotta tell you something" I had said nervously.

He smiled at me, one of those encouraging 'go ahead' smiles

"Yeah, well," Here goes nothing. There are only two reactions to this news "I'm gay"

He just stood there for a few seconds, blinking, then twitching, then before I knew it. His fist connected with my eye.

"You fucking disgusting faggot…" I didn't catch the rest. I saw red. The kind of red that seeped into your vision like blood.

That's when I picked up the knife.

I don't quite remember the stabbing itself.

I just remember the way I twisted the blade. Piercing his heart.

Because.

In truth.

I felt calm.

I was content as I watched the life drain from his eyes. Then I grabbed a few things and climbed through my window.

Halloween 1999

I knew that the man hunt for me was basically over. I hid well. I'm small unnoticeable. I could move around and not be traced. I lived homeless, just in case they found me.

Though tonight.

Tonight is my 18th birthday.

And I am in a very good mood.

I had already stabbed two people to death. More were sure to follow. Though tonight I didn't need to hide in the darkness with blood all over me. It was Halloween, It's a costume, right?

Sitting on a bench in the park, just watching people that's when he sat down. Jasper.

2000

I'd been with Jasper for little under a year. He'd been teaching me technique. How to really hurt someone before killing them. That had appealed to me. Combining hurting and killing made me all the more happier. He told me to always have latex gloves and a gag with me.

Never use a gun. That was another lesson. I could be found if I used one.

He also taught me how to stalk the 'pray' or that's what he called them. I just called them 'unfortunates' simple really. Choose a tactic and roll with it.

Jasper was also my first gay fuck. The term 'I ain't teaching you this shit for free' always came up. Its not like I didn't enjoy the rough fucking. In fact, I enjoyed it a lot.

2001

And one day Jasper was gone. Just gone and nowhere to be found. There was only a note left behind.

Frankie.

I've taught you all you need to know.

You just need to figure the rest out for yourself.

I'm sorry I used you.

Jasper.

So for the first time alone in almost two years I went out to find an unfortunate.

I stalked him over the course of a week.

Jack White. 29, Newark, New Jersey. Rapist.

So I traced him all the way back to his filthy apartment.

I knocked on the door and waited.

And the fucker actually answered.

"Hello?" He said looking at me.

I just grinned and shoved him back into his apartment and closed the door.

I was in the mood.

Hell I was really fucking horny.

So me standing there, fully hard, with latex on my hands and dick, grinning like a fucking idiot.

Before he said anything I shoved him face down on the sofa.

"Do you know what happens to guys like you in prison?" I asked happily.

"N-No" he replied, nervously.

"No?" I like to tease, make them more anxious. I forced him his pants and boxers forcefully and whispered "They get raped"

That's when the fucker started crying, as I pulled down my pants and forced into him. Fuck he was tight. Every thrust getting rougher, every trust made him cry more. He begged me to stop, I cut him off "You thi –uhhh fuck- think that I would stop, when all those girls begged you and you didn't? You deserve this" A few thrust later I came.

That's what it was like for the abusers or rapists. Anyone else I just tortured.

There are quite a lot of people on my list of unfortunates.

I like to keep busy"

Present day

"And that's it, well most of it" I said looking at Jamia. Who was grinning at me. I knew she was fascinated in me. I could tell by her eyes.

A/N Do you like? :D Reviews please? Chapter 11 will be written soon I hope!