SLASHER

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Pulling out one of many knives that he had, he slowly walked back onto the plastic.

"I'm going to ask you once more," Miko gripped the handle of the knife tightly, dropping his hand to his side, the guitar solo from the song started, giving some great noise cancellation. "Did you drug and film students...no. Kids. Then save the videos to the flash drive?"

Miko knew the answer. He just wanted the pig to admit to his crime. Admit that he traumatized and blackmailed a bunch of kids for his own sick fantasy. He made sure they did, and if they didn't admit to their crime, Miko would typically leave them to bleed slowly. Painfully.

Michael shook his head. He shook his head again. Left. Right. Left. Right.

Miko grinned under his mask before the grin turned into a wider grin, and then the wide grin turned into a full on laugh. A deep laugh he released from his chest. The man in the chair...urinated on himself. Causing a tiny puddle of dark yellow liquid to form right around his feet; which are pressed together with the same methods of his tied wrist.

"Ah," Miko spoke after his laughter stopped. He walked forward, covering his nose over the mask before shaking his head. "This is pathetic."

Michael flinched and lowered his head, shaking from the torment that Miko had yet to start.

"Here I assume," Miko dragged his words, pausing for ten seconds, making the anticipation eat at the pig's mind. "You'd let me kill you quick and easy. But... you decide to be a lying pig to the very end."

Michael looked up, pleading, begging for his life as he tried to scoot the chair away from Miko. Leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling, miko decided to listen to the last portion of the song playing as the muffled sounds of struggle and screams play in the background of the music. Once the song ended, Miko slowly looked down on the man.

Miko tilted his head slowly, a grin covered his lips before he raised his leg and kicked the man down. It wasn't any ordinary kick. It was a life stopping one. His boot came in contact with Michael's chest. Hard. Causing the screams to fade to muffled gasping sounds. Oh, but Miko wasn't done though.

He stomped on him.

He stomped the man over, and over again. The last hard stomp landed on his head. Miko's chest was rising up and down, his bated breath could be heard behind his mask, staring down at the unconscious man. He pulled him up, sitting the pig upright. He tilted his head, staring at his limped body tied to the chair. He took a step behind the unconscious man in the chair and lifted the knife, the one he pulled from his bag, in the air. After a few seconds, the knife penetrated his neck.

Once he yanked the blade out, he did the same action to his shoulder, his chest, his arm, and then his head. Miko knew then he was dead.

Michael Smith.

Chief of police, also a disgusting predator, he got off on drugging and filming unconscious teenagers in his home. He got away with too many of them, until he got sloppy, and one teenager got away. Ran right into Miko one day. Up until this point, Miko had been following the man, watching everything. Waiting for the right moment to strike. He was now done with the job. He could move on.

A day after, Miko woke up in his bed, to the sound of his phone alarm. He slowly pulled himself out of bed, standing to his feet and started his morning routine. Full body stretch, morning cardio, some weight lifting, oral and body hygiene, and then breakfast. Which was a sandwich he got at a restaurant late after he finished getting rid of a pig. He was still out of it, so he didn't eat anything when he got it. He just stood in the parking lot of the restaurant, smoking as he always does. However, he ended up scaring one of the people working there.