Chapter 7:

The killer stalked through the dark streets with a euphoric smile spread across their face. They brought their right hand up to their face and slowly licked off the blood that remained from their latest playground. As the metallic taste spread through their mouth they sighed and moaned "It feels so good to kill again. Why did I ever stop?"

Thoughts of the love of their life flashed through their mind, quickly dragging them back down from their high. Thoughts of anger and rage at what their lover had done to them raced through their mind and the sickening void they felt for so long before they had met their love. Slowly the sense of betrayal sank deeper into their heart. The killer reached into their pocket to pull out a picture of their loved one and caressed the side their lover's face with their thumb. The one that had permanently filled the void that killing only momentarily filled. Their love's iridescent smile was the center focus of the picture in the eyes of the killer.

"Why did you have to change?" They began. "I loved you so much and that was how you repaid me?" they were about to continue with their rant with the picture when a large orange haired man stood in the killer's path. The killer slowly looked up and down quickly sizing up the smirking man.

The killer looked into the man's menacing dark green eyes and rasped "Out of my way."

When the man ignored them and stepped closer the scent of cheap aftershave and alcohol burned their nose. "I'm afraid you're gonna have to pay the toll?"

The killer scoffed and crossed their arms, "A toll? Well for one thing this is a public street and are you sure you don't mean pay the troll? Because you sure do look like one."

The man growled and grabbed them by the throat, he slammed the killer into a nearby wall "You better shut the fuck up dick bag."

The killer, unfazed, responded "Wow you're as smart as one too."

The man tightened his grasp, "If you're not going to shut up. It looks like I'm going to have to make you." The man began to tear at the killer's clothes.

A sickening smile spread across the killer's face as they reached into their back pocket for their clean blade. "Looks like it's your lucky day."

The man looked back up in time to see killer plunge four inches of stainless steel into his throat. With a flick of the wrist they twisted the knife and raked it across his throat, spraying the killer with the man's vile blood. He dropped the killer and fell to the floor with his throat held, in a fruitless attempt to keep himself alive, only to die moments later with blood still pooling around him and seeping into his clothes. The killer sighed and removed a pair of clean latex gloves from their front pocket before proceeding to put them on as they decided on what to do with him.

"What to do, what to do… I don't have the energy or the time to move you." They bent down to wipe the blade on the man's light blue shirt. "Hmm lets see who you are and if you are even worth marking as my kill." The killer searched the man's pockets and found a wallet, some change, and a shiny badge. The killer tisked as they shook their head. "A copper trying to rape an innocent victim such as myself? For shame sir, for shame."

The killer chuckled and pocketed the items along their knife before looking around to see if there were any witnesses to their crime. Satisfied with the dark empty sight they began their stroll back to their home. Leaving the cop to rot in a pool of his own blood.

The killer pulled out a small piece of cloth that had been cut from a stolen shirt of her love and put it up to their nose to inhale the scent of their love and erase the dirty smell of their latest victim. They slowly used the rag to wipe their face and hands clean of the unworthy blood.

"It makes me sad that I will have to throw this piece away and cut a new one now." the killer sighed "All for the sake of cleanliness… he did remind me of that girl I killed a little while ago in the forest. Oh how she begged ...and begged." the killer moaned as they were hit with an old sense of euphoria from that kill. "She was so pretty too… too bad she had to die, it would have been nice to keep her as a slave in my cabin for a while like some of my victims before I had retired… but then my love would have found out and it would have most definitely have been over for me."

The killer stopped a few buildings away from their home and remembered it was not time for them to see their love… yet. The killer sighed and continued forward, longingly staring at their home as they passed it by. They walked in silence for a long while as they walked felt like miles to their cabin that was deep in the woods. Left over blood had dried and cracked on their hands. The blood on their clothes had also dried and could pass for modern splatter pattern art. They only thing that made it look suspicious was the tear that had been made by the man they had killed moments ago. The tear started at the bottom of their shirt and traveled all the way to their neck, leaving the shirt looking like an open vest with nothing underneath.

After they had finally arrived at their cabin they opened the rickety door with an old rusty key they had kept throughout their years of retirement. The killer walked into the old dusty cabin and inhaled the old wooden smell. The hint of bleach that had always been a part of the smell was now gone and was replaced by the thick smell of dust. The killer closed the door shut and walked around the small place removing sheet after dusty sheet from all of the furniture and boxes. They were too tired to go down to the basement to sort out their equipment, that would require hours of re-sharpening and organizing. So they went to wash and change into some better clothes before going to the master bedroom and sleeping off the day.

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And that's the chapter. I hope ya'll enjoyed the chapter, sorry it took a bit for me to finish writing my chapter I was a bit stuck with it and getting writers block makes me write slower than I normally do. But anyway please review and all that jazz. - d.z.

Okay totally quick edit. And it will be slightly longer before I get my chapter. Finishing one story off and starting to write for another one of mine, I'd say about around next saturday… but let's all be honest it is going to be fun.