I sat down and frowned at my hands. Fucking Jane. I seriously hate her shit. I snarled at her note and threw it into the trash, but not before shredding it into a thousand million little pieces. Hate hate hate hate hate Jane.
"FUCK HER!" I screamed, kicking my table. It skidded a few inches back, so I stabbed it. Such a natural motion that it didn't make me feel better. I kicked at the assortment of kid toys around me. Bloodstained, ragged and ripped. I couldn't stab them. They wouldn't bleed.
"Need adrenalin." I said, clenching my knife. I walked out of the condemned building, and down the dark streets.
I looked into the window of a house. The lights were on and a pretty little family was having dinner. The mother, the father, a young boy and a teenage girl. Pretty with doe-brown eyes and dark blonde hair. Blood pumped through my veins at the thought of a red smile on her face. They couldn't see me. My hood was up and it covered my face. It was raining and I could feel every cold drop on my back. The family was having such a good time, I couldn't wait to interrupt it. I sneaked into the living room window and I couldn't stop the giddy laugh that escaped my throat. I heard the family stop talking and the father told his son to go and check what was in the living room. I pulled out my knife and stood in the middle of the room, my back to the kid. He walked in and turned on the light and I pushed back my hood. OH, I just love theatrics. The kid screams and I turn around quickly and grab him stabbing him quickly, blood spraying my already bloody hoodie. I turned off the light and carved the smile onto him face. Sloppy sloppy sloppy sloppy. AAAARG! The father runs in and I take a bit more time with him, carving the smile first and enjoying his loud pained screams, before stabbing him quick and fast in both his eyes. Shivers of pleasure run down my spine and I hear the mother and that yummy little girl run upstairs. I walk out of the living room, listening to the slow dripping of the blood from my knife and the sad and frightened sobbing from upstairs. NOT the time for a stiffy. Seriously. No, no no no. Ah, fuck it. I looked through every room before I laughed my awesomely sexy laugh.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." My singsong-y voice made the sobs go harder and I grinned, kicking open the door. The mother screamed and the girl ran into the closet. I licked my teeth and attacked the stunned woman.
"I'm Jeff. Nice to meet you." I said, stretching out my hand, and when she didn't shake it I stabbed her in the leg. She screamed and I snarled "I SAID 'NICE TO MEET YOU!'"
She whimpered out a frightened "Hello…" and she gripped her leg. I laughed and stabbed her repeatedly in the abdomen, my hand getting coated in blood. Her screams were reduced into gurgles when she died. I stood up and pushed my hair back before I walked into the large closet. I heard her scared breaths and I started stabbing through clothes until I hit something. I fucking stabbed her in the fucking head. BITCH! Why!? WHY ME!? I threw a hissy fit while she bled out on the floor. I took back my knife and grab the bottle of acetone on the top of the bureau and threw it on her body. I lit a match and threw it on her inert body. The fire roared high, burning the clothes. I ran out of the house before it burned down. FUCKING JANE! She threw me off my game. AAAARGG!