Chapter 1
Scream cut short. Blood spattering the walls around, as I remove the knife from her chest. I grab her chin and hold her up to slash her neck. Thumps down the hall alert me to the spouse, I grip her tighter and pull her behind me and drop her gently, so as to not make a sound. I hide quickly behind the door as a man storms in, enraged at having been woken, fists raised against his *ahem* recently departed wife. He stops cold 5 feet into the nursery, the unstoppable force hitting the immovable object.
My time is now. I reach up and slit his throat from behind.
He gurgles, chokes, falls, and is dead by the time his empty skull thunks on the floor. Lifeless eyes staring at the blood soaked crib.
I'm not satisfied, I never am. I don't know why.
Ever since I was a kid, I've been so-called psychopathic or sociopathic. I don't remember which is which, nor do I care.
As a child, I remember killing animals; decapitating and burning the bodies. Torturing them by breaking their bones one-by-one, just to try to fill the void in my soul.
I was never caught, luckily. As a child, or as one of America's most prolific serial killers.
I digress. This isn't just about me, it's about her as well.
~ Maryam
EXTRA EDITION
CEMETERY FORTH NEWS
ANOTHER FAMILY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN STRING OF RELATED MURDERS
Another family is brutally murdered in Cemetery Forth by an unknown killer, in his 5th family kill. It is unknown whether this killer is working alone or with someone. It is also unknown whether he is also responsible for the string of murders of singular men in the streets at night.
I lure him closer with my big doe eyes and youthful charm. I'm 16, he's going on 40 if I had to guess. I don't mean to lure him in, not really, I'm just curious I'd he's stupid enough to follow me into this dark alley. And he is.
I dart forward, him following behind, maybe 2 or 3 yards away, when I spin on my heel and slash. I watch his face crumple in pain, then pale, then go slack. He stumbles, tumbling onto me, guts falling out slightly into my hands, onto my shirt, as his momentum comes to a halt on my razor-sharp switchblade.
My first kill.
I stumble back under his weight, dropping him as I turn to run away. My home is near enough and I had snuck out to party, so my parents wouldn't see me covered in blood.
~ Aoife
CEMETERY FORTH NEWS
MAN FATALLY ATTACKED IN SET OF POTENTIALLY RELATED KILLINGS
