Our Rules

Chapter 1

It was on again. The news of several murders that had taken place in the area of San Francisco, California. There was no say of who the murderer was yet, no trace of anyone even being inside of the apartment where the body was found. Andrew Steel, a 28 year old male that had been found hoarding a large amount of drugs inside of the small apartment and holding drug deals with various dealers and other nefarious crimes including, prostitution and human sex trafficking. He was found murdered in his home with a slit neck, hands bonded behind his back and a single little slit up both the wrists right at the ulnar artery.
"The police are still looking into the case trying to find the murderer due to this," the reporter stuttered for a moment before continuing on and clearing his throat. "Though the murderer has not been caught, the police advise you to stay inside once the sun sets for the night seeing as this is the most prone time for attacks."
With a quick click the television screen went black and the voice of the reporter shut up immediately.
A long sigh and Eros rolled his eyes while plopping a lollipop into his mouth. "Seriously.. these guys really don't catch on." The male laughed to himself, it came out quite darkly to be quite honest. Eros Verus. A 20 year old male that had been at the tip top of his classes ever since junior high and had recently graduated with the top grades in the country. The famous-but-not-so-famous murderer that had been on television for the past month nearly.
He was responsible for the recorded 10 murders.. and the remaining unrecorded and unfound 7 murders. Truly, a man of skill. Nobody knew who was responsible for the murders, they've been going on for two years, but Eros had only just begun to become active again. The dark blue haired male made sure not to leave any evidence behind. He cleaned up his mess, sanitized and bleached ever corner of where he'd been. He made sure there was absolutely no trace of him or that anyone except the person who lived there.
Closing his eyes and taking out the lollipop, holding it up to the ceiling as he closed his eyes. He twirled it in a little circle humming. A familiar feeling suddenly rushed through his veins, a devilish smile coming to grace his rather pale lips. "Ah.." A light exhale left is lips as the male opened up his eyes to reveal his gray orbs. The pupil was a dark gray colour surrounded by a lighter gray.
Suddenly hopping up from the couch that he was laying on, Eros hummed to himself while he bit down hard on the candy on a stick in his mouth; walking into the kitchen that was attached to the living space. Reaching out and wrapping his fingers around a drawer, the first thing that hess's greeted with was a bunch of utensils. Lies.
If you payed close attention, you could see that the lining of the utensil holder didn't exactly stay fit in the drawer. It came out. If you pulled out said drawer, there were reveal a long knife. A butcher knife to be exact. The blade was sharpened to a fine point, if you put it to your arm it would easily cut the hairs off your arm; the sharp knife would do the same with paper. If you put it up to anything of the sort it would immediately cut though it like it was nothing.
This knife was Eros' baby. He made sure that it was well cleaned and didn't get rusty. Made sure that it was always sharpened. Reaching in and taking out the utensil holder he grabbed out the knife and smiled wickedly. "Hello my darling.." The tone of his voice was nearly at a whisper now. Like he was talking to an inanimate object. Crazy bastard should belong in an institution for crazies, but of course, nobody knew that he should be in one. On the outside in society Eros acted like a normal human, he even took up a job as a part-time baker. He had a near addiction to sweets. Constantly the male would take home small candies or even an occasional vanilla strawberry cake. Honestly it was a miracle that he didn't have any cavities by now.
"Let's see, shall we have some fun today?" Eros spoke into the air once again like he expected an answer. Of course none came back to the soft expectant voice of Eros - he rolled his eyes. The sound of the bottoms of shoes echoed though the near empty penthouse. Sure, there was furniture everywhere and there was the basic necessities of course, he even had a white and gray tabby cat named Holly. There wasn't any other people though. And when there was, they were either his one night stands or some asshole he dragged home to torture of use to his own disposal and current needs.
He didn't mind being alone though, if anything it felt nice and he enjoyed not having to deal with anyone getting in his way or potentially ratting him out to the police. Maybe even the police payed or hired someone to make the cunning mastermind to make Eros fall in love with the person. He wasn't suspected and nobody knew who committed the crimes, but still. You couldn't ever be too sure about anything when you were a psychopath who murderer people sometimes just because you wanted to have that feeling of adrenaline rush through you. The feeling that you get when you feel someone's life drifting away in your hands just gets you going.
It's something that you can't explain, it's something rather exuberating to not only see, but also be the one making that person beg for you to stop or have the mom slowly bleed out in your hands. It's.. enthralling. Eros just simply can't get enough of the feeling and he needed more, he craved more of that adrenaline rush. The wild rush that you get when you hear the sirens of the cops and you have to run but you can't be seen. Thats the feeling that he chases after. The feeling that he'd die for.