Read My Killer Mind

My Killers' Mind

Prologue

I’ve always known there was something wrong with him. Sometimes he was too calm; and sometimes he could lash out against those who tried to help him. I could almost run my hand through the sleek black waters of his mind. His mind was shrouded in darkness, and in that darkness you would find his thoughts.

So pretty

She must be mine

Kill her slowly

Hoist her skin inside a frame

Dance in her blood—no!—make her drink her own blood

His thoughts were like any other serial killer’s. His thoughts and fantasies were clouds of grey smoke twirling in the darkness, moving faster as his mind and body became excited by his little fantasies.

I was still in the chokehold of shock. It just couldn't be him.

Sweat tricked at the back of my neck as I stared him down.

“How have you hidden yourself?” I choked out referring to all the time we’ve spent together and not once did I pick up an ‘I want to murder you’ thought.

“I’m not going to tell you my secrets now, am I?” a twisting smirk appeared on his handsome face. It was hell to look at him, on the outside he was a too good looking guy with easy smiles and warm eyes. The inside of him was a different story.

“But you’re going to kill me. I deserve to know.”

All my life I’ve been scared of people, because I could become their minds. I could live inside their fantasies in the span of a second. I could read their deepest thoughts.

“I want you to die suffering.”

One step forward for him made one step backwards for me.

“You really don’t have to do this. I can help you.”

He barked out a laugh, this time his eyes that I loved to look at flashed a revolting shade of green. This green looked like the skin of a zombie. It ruined him.

End her life now

Torture her into madness

No going back

Blood

Blood

Blood

You want to bathe in her blood

Soft skin

Such soft skin

Rip it apart with your teeth

“You look divine.” I kept walking backwards, breathing raggedly. My heartbeat was a jackhammer in my ears; I could almost taste my death. “Such beauty; like a pretty glowing angel. All innocent and pure, it would make any man want to taint you.”

“Then don’t taint this angel.”

Her voice….I have to make her scream

Such a divine voice

My angel

My angel needs to be tainted with death

“Think about what you’re doing! You always leave a trace; you always leave something that gets the authorities closer to finding you.” I cautioned him to prolong this moment. My hand writhed in my pocket for a weapon—any weapon!—until cold silver slashed across my skin.