Hi FF, long time no see, eh? enjoy! The song is Killer by The Hoosiers; to my shame...
Blood red lips, they shake like leaves
"You are so beautiful when you're terrified." It was a simple statement, it could almost be said to be complimentary, but it chilled the man to the bone, almost as much as the ice he was pressed against. It started so simply, it had just been a friendly hockey match, that was all.
Just a hockey match.
He had tried to steal the puck, but, during the brief embrace, the boy had leaned in and murmured "Do you think I'm dangerous?" And that had been it; he had thought nothing of it, 'til after the game. The boy had approached him in the dressing room, asking him to come back, onto the ice again. Said he had something to say, and it had to be there. Curious, the larger man had followed, and somehow, they ended up like this. He was pinned to the ice by ice picks and the deranged boy was stood over him, holding what appeared to be skate blades. "You know" the boy said, conversationally, "the only time I can be truly free is out here. On the ice. Where it's just you and me, on this floor of diamonds, fighting over a beautiful black jewel. It's marvellous, don't you think?" His laughter echoed through the stadium, hollow and cruel, the true sound of madness.
You're flesh and blood, but what's underneath?
"Tell me, do you know what the inside of a human looks like?" The man shook his head desperately, terrified of what his captor would say next. "Really? Neither do I. I expect we'll have lots of fun finding out together then, won't we?" Another cruel laugh, as he approached the trapped man. His tongue darted out and licked the blade in his hand. "Well, do you know how sharp a hockey blade is?" Again the man shook his head, gazing fearfully up at the other. "It's deadly sharp, my friend." He smiled, teeth like knife edges glinted in the fluorescent lights of the rink. He stooped, dragging the blade across the ice, leaving a deep groove in its wake. "I had this one sharpened specially for you."
I conduct fear like electricity
Screaming. There was so much screaming. It was perfect. Blood stained his diamond floor, freezing in such beautiful patterns. The other man was so scared! So very terrified. It flowed through his veins, filling him with such a wonderful sort of adrenaline; he brought down the blade again, again, again. He didn't think he would ever stop, not now, not when it felt this... Good...
A man made monstrosity
"It wasn't my fault." he murmured, trying to reassure himself. "It wasn't my fault." He repeated, slightly louder this time. "I'm not a monster. I'm NOT a monster." It was like a mantra, running round and round his head. People had found out, they had found what he had done, only they were blaming it on a fictional human killer; they called it monstrous, what he had done. But he wasn't a monster, was he? He was just having fun. It wasn't his fault, he had been challenged to a game of hockey, and he didn't lose hockey matches, after all.
There was a knock at the door, answering it; he saw that it was just his brother, probably around to ask for food of some description.
"Hey, Mattie! Wanna play hockey?"