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I'm A Jigsaw Killer

Chapter 1: Devising a plan

'But how can I get him to catch me?'

Scott sat on a park bench with that single thought in his head. He looked around. 'How can I take life for granted? It should be easy, shouldn't it? hmm.'

He began to think of the other victims...'Fake a sickness. Cut myself for attention. Become a drug addict. Take your family for granted...Stalk people...I already do that, though. Perhaps this sick asshole is looking for something new for his next victim...'

A frisbee hit Scott in the back of the head.

"Ahh! Hey! Watch it kid!" The young boy came and picked up the blue disc off the ground.

"S-sorry sir" He said and ran off.

"You'd better be sorry, you miniature moron!" He ran his hand through his short black hair to the back of his head where he was hit. It was then that he got an idea.

He turned around and watched the little boy leave the park with his two friends. Scott got up and followed them from a safe distance. Eventually, the two other boys left him to go home and the boy who had hit Scott in the head continued on his way.

It was slowly starting to get dark by the time the kid got home. Scott recorded his address on a piece of paper and went home. That night, his plan would commence.

Scott then went out in search of a hideout. He drove out of the city on a long country road. During his drive, he saw a little brown shack at the end of a field, sitting at the edge of a forest. He drove up to it to investigate. He got out of his rusty black car and inspected the area around the shack. It was indeed, the perfect spot. The middle of nowhere. He opened the door to the tiny house. There was nothing inside except a chain hanging from the far wall.

"Well, I'll have to make the best of it I guess..." He walked in and circled the small room. His feet glided over the dirty floor and hit something hard. He stepped back in shock and bent over to see what it was. A latch? He pulled on it. A trap door opened. There was a ladder leading down to another room.

He crept down the ladder into the darkness of this room and lit a match. All that was inside was a few old farming tools. A shovel and a hoe.

He went back outside, got back into his car and left.