The Call of Death (Under construction)

Chapter Two

He waited in the shadows as the kids that were passing the street to wait for the bus. He

blended in without even being noticed, and that is exactly how he wanted it to be, and how he has been

his entire life. Invisible. Diving through the crowds as fast as he can so the lust wouldn't come and cloud

his mind before he is in a place where noticing him would be hard. Not that it was ever easy noticing

him, but now he just felt like he needed to get away from eyes sight; Seeming it had taken his

entire mind over and won the battle he was having against his own body earlier. He increased his speed

pushing and shoving kids and adults, aside so he could just get to where he was headed. Which in this

case is to sign some teenage girl's death certificate too early.

The want and the need rushed through his body making him cringe in pain as he crunched to

the ground. He has been containing the urge that serged through him, and held it for this long, but now

it is starting to over flow his brain to the point all he could think about was the want and the need that

bursts through his body like a flame of a cannon ready to explode. Just some needles attached to it only

for his torture. The craving that swam through him like an ocean got even harder and came with

extreme lust. He sunk to his knees holding his head as the pain grew both in strength and want.

Watching those hopeless girls, struggle and fight against his sick, twisted mind, while he takes

their life, is what he calls joy. Seeing now that he isn't in a mood to hunt, his mind is playing the game

of revenge for turning him down. His brain has been acting as it is a person of it own. After what felt like

years, the pain in his head reduced to the point of nothing and it made him proud to have fought

against his desire to kill, or end some one life tonight. Fighting against what he wanted was something

he was not capable of doing and this to him is an accomplishments. As he slowly got off the

floor, wobbling, his brain started to function, In what felt like the right direction. That is until he smelled

the most exotic smell he has ever smelled on any one and the desire came rolling back ten times

harder,faster, stronger and a lot more painful than the first time. He has to have what ever this exotic

smell is. He has to kill, torture,and make the want and need that drove him around the city tree o'clock

in the wee hours of the morning. He and his brain have already decided before their sick twisted

game started that the only way these feeling are ever going to stop is if he gets, what he is desiring.

He proceeded towards this melody that is vibrating in his soul, and dragging him towards it.

Slowly, walking up to his prey he couldn't help but feel the excitement start all over again. The rush