A Sick Game

part 1

(Killers perspective)

Theres blood everywhere. How am I going to clean this up? Why did he have to fight back?

There was blood through my hair, blood splattered over the white bathroom sink, blood dripping from the sliver shower head, bits of flesh dropping of his bones and guts falling from his hanging body. a real masterpiece if you ask me. I could hear the sirens it was my time to go, to be honest the cops are slow to get to the scene hear in New York.

I could hear footsteps behind me. the steps stopped I knew it was the cops. The Neighbours called an hour ago. (The walls are thin.) I spined around to see a boy in his mid-20s tall, brown curly hair, sharp jawline and deep green eyes its sad to see such a specimen become a cop. I would have all of New York after me if I killed him, but I could play innocent and have a cop on my side.