Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24038243-20150527151803

Evil, profound immorality, wickedness, and depravity, especially when regarded as a supernatural force as mentioned in the English dictionary mostly describes my character. However, I could care less, I know my consequences I will come to face eventually, but for now I might as well have some fun while I’m at it, right? I mean, I only have one life to live, why waste it. Now to put it in words that you people out there would understand is that, I am a murderer, that’s what makes me evil, I particularly love to murder any living thing I get my hands on, but most importantly, the action I do afterwards makes my hobby fun, but it has “steps” before I could get to that point:

Now obviously, when I’m out “hunting” I make sure I am completely isolated from social grounds, day or night. I wait, and wait, and wait, until an innocent bystander shows up, completely clueless that he/she is in danger. Now I have, multiple disguises so people will not recognize me when “hunting”, and also I don’t want to be nicknamed, because I heard of “other” beings that act like me and they have names that you would probably know what I am talking about.

After a bystander gets into my “hunting grounds”, I like to play a little game, simply called “Man Hunt”, or simply called “Tag” if it’s during the day. Now the way I play it, is probably different the way you would play “Man Hunt”, when the game starts, I make a (or a few) distracting noise to hit my preys curiosity, and it works more than you would think, or maybe the people I am “hunting” are complete idiots. Anyway, after the bystander starts going towards the noise, I start stalking, and when they stop walking I strike. Now, I always use a bladed weapon, because I can easily cut them with it making it more interesting at the end.

Sometimes I don’t necessarily kill them yet, first when I get close enough, I gag them with a rag cloth covered in chloroform, and it is somewhat difficult as they attempt to escape, which I let happen to tire them out along with the chloroform to add on to the exhaustion, and then drag them to my place. However, other times I gag them and cut them enough to make them pass out from blood loss.

The lovely part begins, after I have them tied up in my basement, (which takes about an hour and ten minutes to do so, bringing their body takes ten minutes, and the hour it takes me to tie them up really well so they have no chance of escape) I wait, until I start hearing cries and screaming. I slowly go down into the basement where my hostage is kept, in which hearing “LET ME OUT”, along with “please let me go”, and etc., I look at them, making complements, like saying how beautiful the person is and then immediately saying “it will be a damn shame when you don’t have that pretty face anymore”(depending on the complement I make), making them utterly terrified as I laugh.

I go towards my workbench in front of where my prisoner is, and I take out my toolbox, open it, and pull out all my torturing tools, and the fun begins. I walk over to my prisoner, and, with a smile on my face I forcefully GUT them right in the neck as blood immediately starts gushing out of him/her. Their faces struck with horror, freeze and stiffen up. Now you would think I’m done, but no, I’m just getting started. After killing them, I untie them, and plop them on my workbench, and I start to get creative here. I take my scalpel and start cutting open the stomach of my now dead victim and start to play surgeon. I forcefully break the ribcage with my bear hands, and remove the heart; next I remove all the other internal organs like the intestines, liver, etc.

After I finish with the removal of organs, I go to the brain. Taking a surgeon saw out I carefully start cutting the top of the head open, I remove the brain, and place it along with all the other organs in plastic bags that I do not expose of. It is just so lovely smelling the scent of death, sadly having to remove it because visitors would get suspicious. The body, or what is left of it, I throw into a giant hole, that is in my basement, and in a door right next to my workbench. I do this because, a: the hole is very deep, and no one will know what is down there, and b: “it” feeds on the empty corpses.

“It” is some kind of creature I found in the hole when I first moved in. It is some kind of humanoid figure, that for some reason, never attacked me, instead it spoke in an eerie tone saying “I, will spare you if you feed me”, which I was ok with because I am a murderer and I’d rather give evidence to this monster. So, ever since then I just throw my scraps over to it, and that’s basically what I do every time.

Now, I know you’re expecting some kind of “dramatic” ending right? Well don’t worry, because I have a little poem I want to say: roses are red, violets are blue, don’t turn around, I am right behind you.  