The Other Side

The Watcher

It was midnight, and the smell of blood, slowly dripping down his arms was intoxicating. Who would have thought that the rush right after a killing would be even better than the killing itself. Taking off the plastic apron that he was wearing, he cleaned off with a bucket of water that was beside the table. There was always a bucket. How else would he keep things clean? He took off the gloves that he was wearing, and mask that he wore. There was no need to take anything else off because there was nothing left on him. Wearing nothing ensured that there was nothing to trace back to him. 

Standing nude in front of the person he just killed heightened the arousal he was feeling. Killing gave him the best erection he could imagine. Walking to the other side of the room, he bent down to retrieve the clothes he packed in a bag. Dressing only took a few minutes, but he took his time. No need to rush things, as this was the time he had to relax. Once dressed, he left the warehouse. He got into the car and slowly drove off. It would be a shame to get caught this early in the game. Driving around gave him the time to think about his next killing. How he would do it and where. It being so early in the morning, he could look around town for the perfect location. A few hours after leaving the warehouse, he headed home. He was tired from all of the excitement of the night, and needed rest.

Slamming the door behind him, he dropped the keys in the bowl on the table and headed to the bedroom. He undressed and slid under the sheets, reveling in how smooth and soft they were, and imagined that he was floating in a pool of silky blood. It helped that the sheets were red, the perfect match to blood. As he fell deeper into sleep, a small smile spread across his face.That night, he dreamed of all the things he could do while killing.