Random Stories

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In the streets of  Chicago, 3 murders had taken place all around North-North Street, this is the 4th. Agent Link and his team from the Behavioral Analysis Unit had been called in from their base in Quantico, Virginia.

You walk down the street, following your prey like a hawk.

You've observed it long enough to know it's schedule.

Only this time, it takes a different turn than usual.

You decide to speed up, and finally attack your prey.

You take it by the arm and cover it's mouth. Dragging the whore into

a dark as black crevice between 2 buildings.

It was almost as dirty as the hoe. You observe closely at it's

long blonde hair,oh how beautiful. You reach for

it's hand and take it's ring,

shoving it into your pocket, all while

still having your hand covering it's trash mouth.

As much as you would love to hear the screams,

the rush of adrenaline you would feel, people are around.

You wouldn't want to get caught with this thing. You must end

it's ruthless thing it calls life. You take out the ever so spotless

silver blade, and dig into the light skin, into the flesh,

then bone. Only to repeat, and hear the muffled screams,

that sound like a vibrating phone under blankets,

die, just as the body. There it was lifeless, as if it had a life before.

Alas, You must flee, you must clean up, for the blade may stain

with the red liquid that had leaked form it's holder. You must run, for

they may see you with this thing, that some may have called a person.

Really it's a soulless container of red and bones.

This bitch doesn't even deserve a coffin.