A Saturday night on the town. Nothing quite like it. The relaxing cold air, the freshness of the night. 3:30 a.m. is the time. It's that time yet again.

I would say it's a silent night if it weren't for the screaming woman in the trunk of my sedan.

Well she woke up at about the right time. I was already out of town, and already at the abandoned dock.

I parked outside of the dock warehouse, got out of the car, and walked to the trunk.

I opened the trunk, to see my next victim.

Her name was Helen Martinez. She had blonde fur, with a white face and belly. She is married to an 85 year old man, and she is only 26 years old. What a little gold digger.

She looked at me, and I gave her a wide grin.

"Hello, hello!"

"Thank God! Get my hands out of this duct tape!" She cried to me, and she flipped over, and showed me her bound hands behind her back.

I grabbed her hands, and pulled her out of the trunk. I kept pulling her into the warehouse; she seemed to still think I was there to rescue her.

"Where are we going? Undo my hands!" She said.

I walked to the wall with the lamp next to it. The wall and the floor around it were covered in plastic tarp. It makes cleaning up the mess easy.

I cut her duct tape restraint.

"Oh, thank you. Why does the floor have plastic on it? Where are we?" She asked.

I grabbed her left hand, forced it against the wall, and put a shackle on it.

"What the fuck!"

"Isn't it cool? I found it at a sex shop for S&M couples. I drilled it to the wall." I said.

"You're going to rape me!"

"What? No. What is it with you women and always assuming everyone wants to get in your pants?" I said, as I walked over to a table 30 meters away from her. The table had an assortment of both sharp and blunt instruments.

"W-What are you doing? Why did you chain my hand to the wall?" She asked, her voice becoming more desperate.

"Does the plastic not give a good enough hint?" I asked her, as I chose a fire axe from the table. I found it in the warehouse itself. Always a good answer for severing stubborn bones.

She saw the axe, and instantly she started screaming help. It made me laugh. She was struggling to get out of the shackle as I came closer to her.

Before she knew it, I was standing three feet away from her.

She backed against the plastic covered wall.

"P-Please, I have a husband!"

"Yes, I know." I told her casually.

"What do you want? I'll give it to you! Money! My house!"

"No, and no."

"I'll fuck you if you let me go!"

"That's sick, I'm 17." I said.

"You're fucking 17! What the fuck!"

"Now who ever said I had to be a certain age to do this?" I asked her. Tears were rolling down her face.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything!"

"Alright. You can do this for me." I said, as I leaned in close to her face.

"Scream." I told her, in a dark tone of voice.

She did so, out of fear when I raised my axe.

I swung it towards her right foot, whacking it off completely. I could hear the bone crack as the axe broke through it. Blood spattered on the floor beneath her and on the wall behind her. Her leg flew about three feet to her right, and bled there until it left a small puddle of it.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, using her free hand to grab onto the bloody nub that used to be her leg.

After about a minute, she stopped screaming, and was making whimpering noises, and sobbing.

Then I was getting a phone call… Shit.

I got the phone out of my pocket. Aeris, good. If it was my foster parents, I would've been royally screwed.

I turned to Helen.

"Scream, and lose a jaw." I told her, and I dropped the fire axe.

I answered the phone.

"What are you doing up?" I asked Aeris.

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"I can't sleep, so I'm watching YouTube videos until I'm tired."

"Since you aren't doing anything, why not come over?"

"At 3:56 am?"

"You can sneak in through the window."

"What am I going to do in your room…? At 3:56 am?"

"I don't know. I just could use the company."

"If I get caught, your parents are going to assume I was coming on to you."

"Well if you want to be a pussy about it."

"Fine. Whatever. I just can't right at this moment though." I told her, and I looked at Helen out of the corner of my eye.

"When?"

"In an hour or so." I told her.

"Okay. See you then." She said, and hung up.

Well that was… strange. Enjoy my company?

Well, have to wrap up quickly.

I put the phone in my pocket, put on an apron, and a facemask. I picked up the axe, and walked towards Helen, who wasn't reacting to anything. It became quickly apparent why when I noticed the large pool of blood that came from her nub. Lots of blood loss.

I walked to her, lifted the mask, got next to her, and made her look up to a camera I had placed.

"Smile" I said. The camera flashed, taking a picture of this moment. I walked a few feet away from her, and I lowered the face mask again.

"Well. It looks like I have to cut this little date short." I said, raising the axe.

I gave her a smirk.

"No pun intended." I said, before swinging the axe down on her neck. It severed the spinal column and cut through her throat and arteries with ease, decapitating her instantly. A big spray of blood went over me, coating the apron and faceplate quickly. The blood continued to spray from her neck for a good 20 seconds. Her head rolled away from her, and her corpse was hanging from the shackle now. The majority of the plastic I had placed was now covered in her crimson fluids.

I stepped to her headless body, looking at the neck.

"No games have ever been able to get the gore effects right. Maybe it's because they have never chopped a head off before." I said to myself as I collected her body.

I wrapped the parts of her that were bleeding in bandages. I don't want her to get blood in my boat… I put the head inside of a plastic bag, as well as the leg. I washed the fire axe, and I rinsed the tarp over the docks. I put her body and her severed body parts in a boat I had found a while back. It's just a little row boat, but after finding a good motor inside of a junkyard, I attached a motor to it, and now I use it to dump corpses.

Junkyards have plenty of surprises… As well as useful murder tools. I like to salvage things. Like the items held on a lot of my victims. One of which had a nice handgun. I don't plan on using it for murder. Only one magazine, it makes too much noise, and draws too much attention. I keep it, just in case of an emergency.

At one point, I had even found roofies on a guy. Looks like I had interrupted his plans of date rape that night. But the roofies can still become useful to me. Not for raping though, no. I know I'm a sick fuck, but rape? I would never stoop to that level. I know I'm a man, who tortures and kills people, but I have dignity, and I have standards.

What was I doing? I was dosing off… Oh, yeah. Disposing the body, and going to Aeris's house.

My house is 7.51 kilometers from the abandoned dock. It might take a while to get to Aeris, and she will want an explanation.

I took the boat to the U.S border that divides Lake Ontario. I dropped the body and body parts, and they sunk to the bottom on the lake.

If my country discovers the body, they cannot retrieve it. If their country discovers it, I'm out of their jurisdiction. Perfect.

I sighed. 36 corpses lie beneath this boat, excluding the 7 corpses that are buried in other people's graves. I have pictures of their last moments. Some were screaming, some were crying, one was even smiling. I like that attitude. He figured, if he's going to die, he might as well go out with a smile. It almost made me feel bad for killing the bastard.

But regret is an emotion I lost long ago.

Well, by the time I get back to shore, and arrive at Aeris's house, it will be 5:30 am.

She won't be happy for the delay, and I don't have a reason. Well, I do have a reason. But I can't tell her I was currently killing a woman named Helen, and was about to go out the U.S border to dump her body.

Why the hell does she want me to come this late at night… or… this early in the morning by sneaking into her room?

I'll never understand women. I don't think I'll ever understand people in general, but women especially. Although I feel like they're thinking the exact same thing about men…

I arrived outside of Aeris's house.

Well, it's 5:14 am. Not too bad.

How exactly does she expect me to get in? I've never been to her house. I think her room is on the second floor… or is that one of her brothers…

I sighed. Only one way to find out…

I jumped on to one of the first story windows, and climbed up to the second story roof. The one that covers the porch from rain, to be exact. I walked to window #1… sleeping brother with porn still on his computer.

"Yes, that's nice…" I said sarcastically to myself. I moved to window #2.

Aeris was looking at herself in the mirror, only wearing slacks and a bra.

I rolled my eyes, stepped away from the window, and called her on my cellphone.

"Hello?" She answered.

"I'm here. Put on a fucking shirt." I said dryly.

"Shit!" She shouted, and hung up.

I waited a minute before she stuck her head out of the window.

"You are a fucking pervert." She told me.

"You invited me. Maybe you shouldn't admire yourself without a shirt if you know I'm coming."

"I wasn't admiring myself!"

"Or whatever you girls do. I didn't see anything, and I honestly wouldn't care if I did."

I swear, all women assume men are always plotting to get in their pants. Although 85% of the guys at school usually are… So I guess I'm part of the remaining 15% that doesn't give two shits.

She motioned me to come inside.

"Why is it you want me to sneak into your room again?" I asked as I came through the window.

"Jesus…" I said as I looked around the room.

"What?" She asked.

"Everything… Is purple."

"Yeah? And?"

"I get that your fur is pink, and most of your clothes are purple, but does your entire room need to use only one color?"

"What's wrong with purple?"

"Nothing. It's just that I always thought of you as more of a tom boy. Especially when you live in a house of brothers."

"Fuck you, I like purple."

"And I like turtles." I said with a grin.

"Anyway… Why did you invite me to sneak into your room?" I asked.

"You just asked me that."

"But you didn't answer."

"Because, well…" She paused, and got a small blue present.

"I thought it wouldn't be too late to give you a delayed birthday present." She said with a grin.

"My birthday was two months ago."

"Just open it dammit!" She demanded.

"Fine, jeez." I said, and took the present.

I opened it, and I saw… A collar.

A blue collar with a big blue bell. Not the style of my choice, yet I don't believe I ever had a style to begin with.

How should I react? Say thank you and hug her? Just say thank you? Smile and nod? These kinds of situations where people are looking to see your reaction are always difficult for me.

Do I say it's cool and then I say thank you? Sounds like it would make more sense. I put the collar around my neck.

"Nice. I like it. Thanks." I said with a grin.

I hate to sound ungrateful, I really do appreciate the trouble she goes through to be my friend, but I'm not exactly good with… reactions.

I see my mother killed before my very eyes, and as much as it pained me to see that inside, because of that, I never show anything outside. I never cried about my parent's death. Even after the few weeks it happened. I was four, and I was trying to be strong. It's not fair that my innocents was taken from me like that.

Even after all this time, I still think about what could've happened if that fateful night never took place. I would've grown up normal, I would have made more friends, I would actually feel something deep down inside.

I miss my parents with all of my heart, even though my heart may have fallen out years ago…

But I shouldn't dwell on what could've been. I should think more on what could become.

Although I probably will never have kids. No better father than the one who killed several people back in high school. Well, several is probably an understatement.

43 and counting is more exact. The funny thing is, I'm itching to make that little number get a little bigger.

Odd, usually I don't get the hunger this soon after a kill.

And there I am dosing off again.

Aeris broke the silence.

"I've been meaning to ask you for some time, but I keep forgetting. Your full name is Leo Leonardo III. So, who's the first two?" She asked curiously.

"Well, my biological father was named Leo Leonardo II."

"I can't believe I've never asked this before, but what happened to him?"

"Does it matter?"

"I told you what happened to my parents."

Well, she's right there. It's fair that I answer her. She won't receive a very honest answer, but it's an answer to satisfy her curiosity.

"He was diagnosed with cancer. He knew that when I was born, and mom died during my birth. Because he knew he was going to die in my childhood, he decided to put me in a foster home, so I wouldn't be in pain when he died."

"When did he die?"

"When I was three. I never knew him, so I never really mourned him. But I was told he was a good man, and he was British."

I never knew I was this good at story telling… She seemed to buy that. No reason she wouldn't.

"Well, you're lucky. I had known my parents when they died. Granted, not very well, but it didn't stop me from crying about them for 8 months."

Hah. I'm lucky. Right. She got over it in 8 months; my parents' death haunts me today.

"So is that why you were so desperate for me to come over? A late birthday present?"

"Yes. I figured we're even now."

"Even for what?"

"The Triforce necklace you gave me."

Really? She still has that? I gave her that when we were 14.

"I expect you to wear it every day, just like I wear mine every day."

"You wear yours every day?" I asked.

"Yes." She said, as she pulled the necklace into sight.

What is this, some kind of appreciation for friendship? Like friendship bracelets…

For someone who believes I'm so annoying and stupid, she is always oddly attached to me.

She doesn't want to show her sensitivity. She is so easy to see through. Well, easy for me. Easy for anyone who does the exact same thing every day of their lives. Like me…

Well, I suppose we all let our masks come off eventually, and we all have our own ways of doing so.

Me? I kill people.

Her? She writes fanfictions.

I mentally sighed. Well, I used to take off the mask when I played violent video games. Whenever there is one enemy left, I would aim for the legs, and arm, and incapacitate them fully, and watch them squirm around and scream.

And now I do it to real people. Maybe those video game haters had a point. But I think their theory only works on naturally violent people… like me.

I love the feeling of control, the feeling of knowing you get to choose another person's fate. You choose what they gain and lose, you choose how they die.

I guess in a way, I'm a little power hungry.

We all are, deep down inside. Some of us, have it on the surface, others have it in thick layers of their personality, but only certain things trigger it, like most bully victims going nuts and killing everyone at school.

Me? My feeling of power surfaces when there is absolutely no witnesses besides one. And that one never tells the tale.

"So… They made a video on YouTube, where Darth Vader gets in a rap battle with Adolf Hitler." She said, breaking the silence.

"Wait… What? That doesn't make any sense."

"It's YouTube. Since when does sense matter?"

Well, appearances must be kept.

Best buddy Leo, sitting with best buddy Aeris, watching weird videos, playing video games, and talking about random subjects, on an early Sunday morning.

But I need a new victim. Soon. It will have to wait until next weekend. But until then, I'm going to have to go through a phone book. Google some names. Find someone's life to fuck up. But for now…

Best buddy Leo dances to the tune of a social life. I almost wish I was a mega nerd. Then I wouldn't have to deal with surprise calls from friends…

Well, to those of you who are screaming at me about Nine Lives, I'm having a mental blank with that now… So I figured I might as well put out another chapter of this. I hate to only leave you with a prologue. By the way, LuxUmbra2012, you need to switch the U with the G inside of your prologue. A simple typo. Also, can you try to use a enter button more? You don't have to, but it's just a pet peeve of mine to read gigantic jumbled up paragraphs… I say as I currently type a gigantic jumbled up paragraph…

But, at least put a clean line between speech, and makes it smoother and easier to read.

"How was your day?"

"Good."

Is slightly better than;

"How was your day?""Good."

If you do that, it makes it difficult to keep track of who is talking.

But like I said earlier, you don't have to do this. It would just be preferred. And I know I shouldn't be giving writing tips, because I know for a fact I'm no Shakespeare. I'm simply saying that it would make your writing easier to read.

Your story is great, although you have a tendency to repeat things a little too often. You seem to say that the female bully has tortured him all his life about five different times. I know that I probably do that too and don't notice it… This is why I need reviews. If you see a flaw inside of my stories, feel free to point them out.

I'll keep working on this until I break out of the stranglehold writer's block has me in on Nine Lives.

Wow, this author's note is 390 words long. I drag these on for way too long. I do the same thing while talking in real life, say one thing, and I steer off into another direction with a billion words coming out of my mouth, or in this case, my fingertips.

Look, I did it again.

I need to wrap this up. Yet another author's note that is over a page long. Well, at least you won't see any short chapters any time soon. If you do, the author's notes will keep you busy until I write another.

Dammit dammit dammit! I did it again!

Just end it!

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