Made to Slaughter

Just the Beginning

As I lured my prey into the woods on the outskirts of town I thought through my maniacal plan one last time. I knew what was about to happen. I had been planning this for a week before I set out to accomplish my goal. I wasn't scared, I knew how I wanted this to happen.

"You've heard about the murders that have been happening lately?" Lynol's words pulled me out of my thoughts, he sounded scared and I could see the worry sweep over him as his voice got quieter with every word he uttered.

"Yeah, but no need to worry. I'll save you if need be."

I couldn't help but smirk. I knew what was about to happen, however, he did not. This is what made it funny. He thought I was bringing him to the woods to see the stars from my favorite place. I told him it wouldn't take long, little did he know he wasn't coming back out of the woods alive. I put my hand softly on his back to comfort him and slowly started to reveal the blade I was hiding in my jacket pocket. I felt him start to turn around but instead, I pushed forward on his back to tell him to keep going.

"Are we almost there? It's late and I don't feel comfortable knowing there's a killer on the loose. Especially if it could mean losing you, Clarice. " He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips.

This didn't take me by surprise, he had been led to believe we were together for a while now, I had to get close to him somehow before killing him. It makes this feel more like a game. And it didn't make me think twice about what I was about to do either. As our lips met, I swiftly brought the blade to his throat, as he struggled to get away I pulled him closer, tighter.

"Why, Clarice?" He pleaded as I stabbed him twice in the neck.

The knife punctured through the thick skin and his blood started to spurt out, spraying me in a warm crimson shower as I pulled out the blade. His warm blood dripped off of the tip of the blade and down my exposed arm. I watched as the soft dirt soaked up every drop that fell to it as his violently shaking body fell to the ground almost instantly in shock. When his body finally calmed, he looked so peaceful, besides the obvious stabs to his throat of course. I got down on one knee and kissed his lips lightly, savoring the flavor before getting up and walking away from the scene.

Blood was like my drug. Nothing could take from the feeling of slicing open the warm skin of my victims. Or watching the blood flow out of their bodies, down my weapon, and all the way to my fingers. It was like red drops of rain pouring from the sky. The feeling was satisfying. It sent butterflies through my belly every time.

At this point, I have been killing for three years and still haven't been caught. You would think the screams would turn me off, yet it excites me. I crave it. I listen closely for a gasp of air or a scream before I slice through the skin of my prey, it brings me joy and warmth. It makes me ready to pounce for the next victim that can satisfy my lust for violence.

To an outsider, I am just a normal human being. They see me as someone who is going through life like any other. I look like most other Illinois girls, wearing camo and my cowgirl boots. I grew up in a small conservative Illinois town surrounded by fields.

Growing up I had many friends. We would run through the fields playing games as other kids would. We were all children of churchgoers, therefore, we were all expected to be good. Any time we were together we would talk about the thoughts that were pushed deep into our minds; wicked ideas, such as, 'what would happen if Satan were to rule the world' or 'what if a serial killer were set loose in the town'. I don't have many memories of being young, but I do remember getting into mischief often.

This one instance, I hurt my older sister; not very unusual for me, but this time she wasn't breathing. By the time my parents found her she was already dead. They didn't know what happened and the whole town thought she killed herself. When my parents finally found out I got punished and received several lashings and they acted as though I was overtaken by the devil. To this day I have never felt any remorse for my actions that night.

After this night I found the deep, taunting thirst for blood growing deeper and more prominent within me. I found myself seeing my friends as targets rather than people. I sat in my room most days planning ways to kill again. Who would it be? How would I do it? I could take a gun from my father's collection. All I knew was that this time no one could find out.

I came back to reality as I stepped out of the dense trees into the road near my college campus, it was pitch black by now and there were no cameras on this side of the campus so I knew there was no chance of getting caught. I knew that all the students were on the other side of campus at the dance, that's why I planned for this to happen tonight. I ambled along as I walked back towards my dorm building, I wasn't worried about anybody who happened not to go to the dance catching me, I was smart enough to change into a different pair of clothes as I set my maniacal plan into action less than twenty minutes ago. Nobody would be able to see any of the beautiful dark crimson blood that pierced out of my victim's throat just two miles back in the woods, nothing would get me caught, I was smarter than those around me.

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As I awoke the next day I was energized and ready to find my next victim. I knew this one had to be different, I couldn't have a pattern. A pattern of any kind would seem suspicious. I drove down a country road with the windows down and wind blowing through my dirty blonde hair with no particular destination in mind. I felt the breeze blow on my freshly moisturized fingertips as I drove, the same fingertips that were the cause of the loss of many countless lives. My favorite being when I poisoned my victim and set his house on fire after I laid next to him in bed until I heard his heart stop beating. This incident made me feel more carefree and motivated to carry on my sadistic journey.

My thoughts were interrupted as I spotted a figure in the distance. She looked like a tourist, we got those a lot around there as this town had a lot of history behind it, she had a map in one hand and a Starbucks coffee in the other. She wore sweatpants that were baggy in the legs and had a cropped black tank top on. Her long dark hair and enticing blue eyes drew me in instantly, she looked to be irritable yet her body language told me she was a sweetheart. I knew from that moment she was just my type. I pulled up next to the girl and slowly came to a stop.

"You okay?" I asked as she hesitantly stopped and looked at me through the window.

"Yeah, just got a little lost." she snapped back, obviously she was upset and tired.

"Where are you going? Maybe I can help." I offered cheerfully.

She took a minute to answer as she stood, staring at me as if she were trying to figure me out.

"You're not going to murder me, right?" she asked with a slight laugh, still unsure of what she wanted to do.

"Why would I do that?" I smirked."Just go ahead and get in and I can help you get to where you need to go" with this, Marrie reached for the handle, opened the door, and got in swiftly. "So what's your name?"

"I'm Marrie, I'm trying to get to Jtown for a tour of the college campus. I feel like I have been out here walking for hours."

"Why are you out here walking in the first place? You know there's so much that could happen to you out here. Like getting attacked by a wild cat for example." I laughed as I imagined someone getting mauled by a wild animal in the countryside of Jtown.

Marrie stared at me quizzingly but quickly answered: "Well, I was riding out here with my boyfriend when we began to argue and he became increasingly aggressive towards me."

This intrigued me. Boyfriend? I stayed quiet and thought to myself as I turned around and headed back to campus with my next victim.