I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

Disclaimer: Part of this story is written from the ramblings of an insane mind. I can change it, so it flows more easily, but I thought it would take something away from the story. Please review if you think I should correct it, and please don't automatically refused to read because of the grammar.

The last chapter was a bit of a filler, so I'm posting another one. Enjoy, and please review, I'm starting to feel lonely.

The Bliss in the Butchering

I need to repeat the procedure in two weeks. I need to remember what happened last time I waited. There could be no waiting this time. Waiting only caused trouble. Waiting only caused pain. Sleep came quickly, and I didn't wake until work on Monday.

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This victim was easy to find. The hard part was finding the house to dump the kill. I found a house, but it is occupied. The people are away for the summer, so I can still use it, but I worry about security, and servants. I must watch it, so I know when no one is home. I must be vigilant. I must be careful.

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It had only been ten days, but I was getting itchy. The need to kill was beginning again. It has always been two weeks, why is it changing? I will kill again on Friday night. I think switching to Friday nights was the best decision I ever made. I enjoyed having time to take pleasure in the kills. When I killed on a Friday, I had the whole weekend to enjoy it. I could make my kill scream in pain for hours, and not have to worry about time.

The only problem is the team that is investigating my kills. They haven't come close to me yet, but I wonder if they will find me. I need to plan an ulterior scenario for their demise. I think I will take the woman. I have watched her, on television, and the internet, and she is the key. Without her, he would not be able to function. I've seen the way he looks at her. I've seen the way he watches her. I know he loves her. He will fail if I kill her. Maybe she should be my next victim, but she doesn't fit in with the game. I need to plan this carefully.

After this kill, I will take her. I think I will love to torture her. I will look into those blue eyes, and watch as the pain takes over her body. Watch as she screams for him to help her, but he won't come, because I can't be found. I have never been found. This is my fifth set of kills, and no one has ever come close. No one.

I can't wait anymore. I need to kill tonight. I will have to call in sick tomorrow, because I will not be able to get to work in time. I have 32 sick days, so I guess I can call out once, but if they find me, I won't have an alibi. I know I can't wait until Friday. I know I won't make it through another day at work. I am having trouble keeping it together today.

I am glad I work alone. Very few people see me, because I stay in my area and do my work. I even eat lunch in my area. I don't think very many people know me, and I have worked here for five years. I will tell my boss I'm sick and leave early today, and then when I call in sick tomorrow, he will believe me. I do look sick today, because the fever is taking over, so my plan should work. I will tell him after lunch.

My boss believed my story about being sick, he told me to go home and stay home tomorrow. He said I was a good worker, so I deserved time off. Little does he know what I will do with that time off?

I went from work right home; I had to wait until dark. I couldn't be caught. I needed something to occupy my time. I was restless. I paced the floor waiting for dark. When I knew I couldn't wait any longer, I drove out to the shack.

The shack relaxed me. I knew I would feel better there. The smell of blood was fresh. I could still see where it flowed from the kill onto the floor. I sat near it inhaling the scent. I felt my body relax. I lay down on the floor, and slept.

When I awoke, I realized it was very late. I missed my chance to grab the kill. He would be in bed by now, and that would make it difficult to take him. I would have to wait until tomorrow, but that was ok, because I felt ok at the shack. I knew I could do this now. I wished I thought of coming here earlier, so I didn't have to redo my library. I lay back on the floor and again, slept.

When I awoke again, I realized it was daytime. I also realized that I was hungry. I would need to go out for food. I checked myself to make sure there was no blood on my clothes, and went outside. I drove into town and stopped at a store, buying enough food for the rest of the day.

As I was waiting in line, I noticed a television tuned to a news channel. There was that woman again, and I noticed that she was pregnant. I almost dropped my food on the floor. I would get two for one; this was too good to be true. I now knew I had to take her. After this kill, I would plan her capture. After this kill, I would take her. Maybe I would keep her for a while. Maybe I would torture her slow, so I could hear her scream. Maybe I will make her watch.

As long as I stayed in the shack, the fever ebbed, but as night began to fall, I became more excited. I went to his house, and climbed in through the cellar window. I waited until he came home, and turned on the television. Then I shut off the circuit breaker in the cellar.

I heard him swear and come toward the basement door, as he opened it; I hid under the stairs. When I saw him walking down, I injected him with the drug, in the leg. As he swore again, I became excited; this one was more formidable, than the others were. He was going to be more of a challenge. I needed a challenge; I needed to have some fun.

I waited for him to turn on the breakers, as I hid behind some boxes. Cellars were always so cluttered; it was easy to hide. He turned on the light and I heard him go back upstairs. I waited, because I knew patience was the key.

After a half hour, I again turned off the breaker. Waiting for him to react, but he didn't; the drug had taken effect. It was safe to go upstairs. I turned the lights on and went upstairs. He was asleep in the chair.

I was so excited when I saw him, I had to wait a minute before I picked him up, then I carried him to my car.

I arrived at the shack, and tied him to the chair. The fever was burning through my senses; I hoped exercise would help, because I needed to calm down before I started the torture.

Exercise helped, and as he awoke, I went over to him. Anger flared in his eyes. This was going to be fun, the past two kills were easy, and this one would fight. This one would feed the fever well.

I studied him, and I could see the rage inside. Those who knew him described him as belligerent and quarrelsome. My breathing increased as he again began to swear at me, but as I picked up the shears, and then took off his shoes, I saw fear in those eyes. I got to work.

First the toes, and then the fingers. The knife came next. Seven cuts, but they had to be shallow, because he had to die in the right way, so shallow cuts. Next was the word EXPIRED, carved into his chest, and the burning of his hair. The last thing was his teeth. Fourteen pulled out using the pliers. Usually by the time I started on the teeth, they were very compliant, but he was still agitated, as I put the mouth prop in his mouth, he tried to bite me, and the fever took over. I finished the job, in a fever-induced frenzy, only calming down when I finished.

It took over an hour to calm down this time. The euphoria lasted a long time. I should always kill the disagreeable ones, it felt so much better.

The last step was the kill. I took the knife out of my bag and ran it over his skin. He trembled in fear. Tears started to course over his face, as he faced his demise. I opened his chest, and felt the blood pump over me. I had to stop and calm myself again, or I would have cut him to bits, and that wasn't in the plans. Only the way of the game, or the nightmares would begin again. After I calmed down, I wrapped him and placed him in my trunk. Then went in to wash and change.

I drove out to the house, and left the body in the library. Placement was important. It was late Friday night, and no one was there. I drove home, happy and satisfied. Sleep came quickly. A deep, deep calming sleep.

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