Warning: I gave you blood, blood gallons of the stuff!
It was late at night two years ago...
I was standing in an alley, waiting for the right person to walk by. I've been here for about half an hour, but I'm not leaving yet. I have a feeling I'll find the right person soon. I can sense it. Now, you may be thinking to yourself, why are you doing this? Well I'll tell you; it's fun! Have you ever stolen somthing? Maybe a candybar or jewlery. But you know that sorta rush you get at the thought of being caught any moment? Killing is almost like that, but about a hundred times better! I mean, it's a much bigger thing to steal someone's life; theire hopes, dreams, love. And you're stealing more than just their lives, oh yes. You're taking them from family and friends and ruining their lives as well! So in a way, you're making everyone miserable! What more fun can you ask for? The best part is that no one would ever expect me to harm a soul!
And all of a sudden, he walked by. With is snow white hair and skin, almost glowing in the moonlight. But it was his eys that caught my attention. They were red, and like the normal pink-red of most albinos eyes, no. These eys were so much darker, like rubys or a really juicy apple, or... blood. Yes, I rather like that one. They were a beautiful blood red. And that's when I knew I found the right one...
I started following him for a couple of minutes after he passed by. Don't want to seem suspicious, now do I? After following him for a few minutes, I start my cherades.
CRASH! "Ow!" That seemed to work. He starts walking over to me. "Dude are you alright?" Oh this is going to work perfectly!
"Ye-yeah. I-I think I did something to my ankle. Could you help me?" I looked up at him with the most innocent face I could pull, which is pretty innocent . He seems to have bought it as he stands up and puts a hand out for me.
"Thanks, love"
"No problem, man. Do you need help getting anywhere?" He has such a wonderful smile..for now.
"I-I don't really have anywhere..."
"Oh, well you can stay with me tonight. If you want." Oh~ this is so easy! I didn't even have to ask! I love the charitable ones.
"That would be wonderful, love. Thank you so much!"
After that we waled to his house in a semi-comfortable silence. He's actually a rather nice lad. I'm almost sad to be killing him. Almost. As we walk in he starts saying something, but I'm not really listening. No, I'm looking around, mapping out the place to find the best place to do this. He has a rather nice house, actually. Pity to be getting it so dirty...
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At around three, I carefully walk out of the guest room he allowed me to use for the night. I walks slowly to the kitchen and go straight to where the knifes are, he gave me dinner. Finding the best two, I start up the stairs to his room. As I walk, I can feel that rush, the same one I told you about earlier. I can feel it rising, running hottly thru my body, from the bottom of my stomach to my finger tips and on. I stop a moment, just outside his door, to savor the feeling, for it will be a bit before I can do this again.
I slowly open his door, peeking in to make sure he's asleep. After seeing that he is indeed asleep, I slowly walk in to his room and towards the bed. I climb onto the bed and it's a good thing he's a heavy sleeper, as I have to roll him over onto his back. Looking around his room one more time, I decided I made a good choice. I start to undress him, carefully so he won't wake just yet. Taking one of the knifes, a fillet knife, I ever so slowly start to skin him. After a few seconds he wakes and looks up me, a sadistic smile surely finding home on my face. He starts to scream when the pain finally hits him, but I came prepared. I always keep a hankercheif in my back pocket when I go out. Pulling it out I tie it around his mouth. After I tie the makeshift gag, I do back to skining him, starting at his shins.
I continue to carefully, very carefully; everything has to be done carefully, skin him. I'm at the point where I can start to see his muscile move and twitch and the blood pooling around his lower half. As I finish with his shines, I move up to work on his thighs. But this time I go deeper. So deep, in fact, that I'm cutting off all the meat from his inner thighs so I can see his bone. I'm sure that if it wasn't all bloody and such it would be as white as his hair. All of his skin and musile that I've removed is getting in the way, so I move it over to the bedside table, where the blood and some skin start to fall to the floor. I finish with both his thighs and move up again. I cut a thin line from just under his ribcage to above his pelvis, licking the blood seeping from the cut. Sitting up right, I look him in the face and am meet with a look of pure terror. And oh, do I love that sight! I start two more cuts, a bit deeper this time, from the left to the right on the top and bottom of the first line. I lick the blood of him again and off the knife, staring him in the eyes. He's started to silently cry now, and his eye's look even more like beautiful pools of blood while they're full of tears. I go over the cuts again, not deep enough to kill him, but enough to be able to pull the skin back. Like in surgeries! I spread his legs even more, sitting inbetween his legs. I start cutting his arms from the shoulder down to his finger tips. By this point I'm honestly surprised he hasn't passed out yet. What an idiot. I stop and sit back; taking a moment to admire my work so far.
So far, he has no skin what-so-ever on his legs, just some twitching musicles, a lot of bone, and blood. There's now a pretty good sized pool of blood around him and dripping down onto the floor. His face is wet with tears as well as his pillow. His chest is rapidly moving up and down from his scared breaths. His lower torso though is my favorite part. The flaps that I made from the cuts are pulled to the sides, reviling his intestines and other organs. I smile sadisticly as I grab the other bigger, sharper knife. I lean over him so my lips are by his ear whispering, "Don't worry, love. This will only hurt for a second". I start laughing as I pull away and he starts to scream again. Pushing aside his intestines, I put the knife to one of the organs I know he can lose while still being with me; one of his kidneys. I push the blade against where I know to cut and pull it up and down excrushatingly slow. After I cut it most of the way off, I reach in and rip it out of him, drinking in his screams and crys of pain. Next, I go for his liver, doing the same as befor; cutting the ripping. This goes on for about twenty or so minutes. His breath is getting shallower and shallower by the second. Moving the four or five organs and that I've already removed to his sides to rest in the blood, I reach in one last time. This time, going for something much larger.
Reaching in, I start to pull out his small intestines, not even caring if the poor man's alive or not. I pull and pull, reaching over my head at times just to get all of it out. By this point, I know he's dead or really close to it. Poor little guy, at least he was a fighter. Oh well. I pick up the pile and move it above his left shoulder. I do the same to his large intestines, letting them settle in the blood on the floor. I have just one more thing to do before I leave. I slide up to sit next to his head. I run my hand through his hair. Weird, it's a lot softer than I thought. I take the knife and cut of his eyelids, then take his eyes out and put them in a baggie I hand in my pocket. I then proced to cut up and stab his face past the point the of recognition. I stand up, admiring my work. I then stick my hand in the pool of blood around his body and proced to write a short note on the wall above the bed; Catch me if you can!
I move away from the wall and blood and wipe off my feet. Walking out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Grabing a banana from the fruit bowl, I make my way out the front door, locking it and putting the key back under the mat. So predictable, I think, walking into the night.
AN: Sorry I took so long and that the chapter was so short! Shits been going on and I was at the hospital and it's all been hell! Any way I hope you liked the fabulous death of Gilbert and first person to guess the identity of the killer and the insperation for the way of death gets a hug from Mattie and Gil~! Please tell me what you thought