Bloody path

Part 1: My best memory

He was there, performing the most preeminent show I’ve ever seen. He started with her fingers, he removed them skillfully. Aah!! if just you could see her expression at that moment , if just you could hear the melodious scream she let out, it was marvelous. He uncovered then her flat belly with an outrageous gentleness, he transpierced her white smooth skin with his sharp weapon, and guess what happened. A reddish liquid drippled down from her, like juice drippling down from an eerie yet prosperous fruit, I thought myself witnessing the extract of a godly wine. He continued his job dexterously, as the victim sang her final song, the song of agony and terror, she was begging for her life but that increased the thrilling, I saw the enjoyment in his eyes, he cut her mouth respecting the lines tracing it, and then the ears , the nose to finally gauge her exquisite eyes. I didn’t realize when the melody ceased, I was too concentrated in the artistic display. He put the eyes in a bottle he brought with him and then put her internal organs in plastic bags to place them in his huge bag, and he decomposed the rest of the body in minute chunks to throw them in a nearby trashcan.

It was my best childhood memory, I was six years old. I got separated from my mother in some town we visited. I kept walking until my legs led me to the scene. I was watching from behind the wall. I watched him carefully as excitement gained over my body. When he finished his job, he left the place, I wanted to follow him but a man held my arm from behind and took me with him.

-Oh, you are lost my child, let’s find your parents. He said with a wavering voice.

He was nervous and restless, I didn’t realize why in the beginning, but I found out the reason after, he was afraid because he saw blood spilled in the floor. He informed a cop about it, and after a while there was a bunch of policemen investigating the place, and the folk congregated around burning with curiosity and concern. I watched everyone’s expression, there was sadness, frown, compassion, and empathy. Enjoyment, excitement there was none. I was the only one pleased with the scene, their taste is dull, they don’t know how to distinguish the magnificent from the lackluster, they love boring things, they’re interested in unexciting matters, but me I am different. I perceived my mom with the people, I went to her, she didn’t seem relieved or anything, she just held my hand and pulled me with her to the hotel.

When we arrived, I told her vehemently every detail of the crime. She looked disgusted with me, and screamed:

-Why can’t you be normal!! These aren’t things which you get excited, you viewed a murder and you still smiling, no you tell me the story as if it was an exciting movie! Cursed son!!!!!

Ah, I forgot. She was like them, a tasteless person. Anyway, it didn’t hurt me at all, she always says that.

Ever since that day, something was itching inside of me, some new feelings were born in my heart. I kept remembering and remembering it, the scared face, the knife as it entered the flesh, the oozing blood, the mesmerizing song, I wanted to see it again, no! To experience it with my own hands. They told me if I killed someone, I will get captured, I don’t want to go to prison, that is the only thing that was holding me. I slaughtered animals instead, cats and dogs that I found in the street, I brought them to the forest. It felt good, it was the only moments when I feel joy and happiness, it was my escapade from this boring world, but they were only substitutes, I wanted the real thing .Gradually, my aching need grew bigger and bigger, animals weren’t sufficient for me anymore, I wanted more, more and more.

Part 2: The decision

I forgot to tell you my name. It’s Jack, like in Jack the ripper. I’m twenty now. My mom always tell me that I’m mad, insane and cursed, but in reality I’m a steady and realistic person. I was intelligent, I get good scores permanently, and I’m always ranked first .All my teachers tell me that I have a promising future.

Maybe you think that I’m an evil person, but no, I always helped elderlies, and I was a charitable person as well, I give all my pocket money to the poor.

I’m also a good looking man, when I walk in the street, there’s always girls looking at me and blushing away. I’m too friendly, the children love me, and neighbors too. So how can a person like me be mad? Like everyone I had a hobby, I told you before what is it, playing with animals. When I tell people about it, they find it weird and creepy. I have read several books, and I learnt that people’s taste varies from a person to another, and my taste was unique, I’ve read that freedom is a fundamental right to every human, but there was laws, they limited the absolute freedom. I was against laws, but I respected them anyway, as I told you before I was realistic, I didn’t want to end up captive. Lately, I’ve read something that made me change my opinion, everyone have the right to be happy, and the life is meaningless if we weren’t happy, don’t let any strength spoil your happiness. I pondered this subject very well, I realized that I was painfully bored with life, and there’s an only way to make me content, I was avoiding this path for a long time , but life is limited with death, so I have a limited time ,I have to make my life worth for living. I made up my mind. I’ll do what I always longed for, I will bring my dream to reality.

Part3: Colorful life

Normally people have a motive to commit murder. Then let’s begin with my mom, I don’t hate her or anything but she doesn’t do her duty as a mother, I even heard her begging god to save her from me, I wonder why she didn’t kill me until now, she loathed me. I brought her favorite knife from the kitchen. She was in her room. I didn’t need to approach her carefully from behind like in movies, I was her son after all. I entered her room, she was applying her make-up, she saw the knife in my hand but she didn’t show any fair, I guess she didn’t thought that I would make her my first victim.

-What do you want? Put that knife and go away from my room

-Sorry, I won’t obey this time. I already decided to play with you.

She didn’t pay much attention of what I said, she resumed what she was doing. I closed the room and approached her, she finally realized that I was serious, she was about to scream for help but I sealed her mouth with a tape before any sound left her throat. She backed further into the corner, trying to run away from me, I smiled at the sight of the poor prey trying hard to keep her life but there was nothing she could do to change what was happening. Good girl, it was the first time that my mom ever make me happy. I made my way to her, her terror augmented with every step I made, she was trembling, she fell in the floor, her legs betrayed her. I tore up her clothes to see clearly the scenery, I stabbed her shoulder, and there was the reddish juice flowing out, her back arched with pain and then she tried to escape but tripped and fell again. I enjoyed watching the extinguish of hope in her eyes, she knew there was no escape, however she kept fighting and clinging to life. I lunged at her again, this time I sliced her hand. Blood poured, splashing her face and chest, oh god! She was beautiful with all that red covering her. I wanted to see more, I stabbed her hence and forth, I snatched her boobs from their place, they were all bouncy and soft, I always thought they would do a good ball to play with, I put them aside for later, and continued my game, I had to profit to the utmost. I remember my mom saying that she wanted to get her back tattooed, I wanted to grant her wish, I was a good son after all. I turned her over to draw my favorite flower: white lilies, and wrote her name under it. It such a waste that she won’t be able to see it, she would have liked it. She was moaning again in grief, I flipped her over again, I opened her throat with the sabre, the blood spurted, and she was finished .I wanted to play longer, but it can’t be helped.

I’ve finally done the deed .It was 11AM. Now I have to erase evidence. The knife I’ll wash it, and the stained clothes I’ll burn it. I also have an alibi, I’m supposed to be taking a test alone in a school’s room from 10AM to 12PM. I sneaked out without anyone noticing, and I’ll return now, I’ll make it to there in 11:30AM,The test is way too easy for me, I’ll be done in 20minutes.

Everything was as I expected, and when I returned home, the police was in the house investigating. My mother’s friend discovered the body, she was intending to go shopping with my mom but unfortunately her friend was no longer in this world. I wore a sad face, I cried in front of people, I didn’t want to get suspected. I didn’t want to end up like Mersault in The Stranger of Albert Camus, being blamed for his coldhearted attitude, for not crying in his mother’s funeral. Everyone believed in my acts, they even pitied me. The police couldn’t determinate the culprit, they have no idea of who could have done it. The case remained unsolved.

Now, the house is all mine, so I used it to commit my murders. I often invite girls to sleep over, and they innocently accept and end up beheaded or chopped meat. I continued to enjoy my new colorful life, I never got tired of that, I think I was born for this job.

Part4: Professional level.

Killing became a daily routine, I was enjoying my life to the fullest, but there again I needed money. I had to pay off the rent of the house, food, and all the necessary things to survive. I entered to the dark web and offered my service as a killer. There was so many request from the first day but I choose the client who is ready to pay the highest price. I was tasked to capture some director of a company and torture him to death, and recording the whole thing in a disk to finally send it to him. I accepted. I watched him for several days, to finally seize him in a dark night, using chloroform to make him sleep, and then bring him to my house with my car. I leaded him to the bottom floor layout. I tied him in a table, and wore a mask in my face, and then brought the camera to record the job, I used the knife to gradually remove portion of the flesh. He was screaming, suffering, I did that for a long period to extend his agony, and from time to time I heated a piece of an iron and then burn his wounded flesh. I sent the video to the client, he was satisfied, he even increased the amount of money. I continued to take jobs, I invented many ways of torture. I hanged some of them upside down, to use my large saw to slice their body in half, starting with the crotch all the way to the chest and the head. I also used skin peeling, I would tie the hand of the victim above its head, and then cut off the skin using a sharp knife starting from the face. There was also whom I removed the vital organs one by one from the body. I was already famous in a short time, they even gave me the surname ‘death god’, I loved it.

One day, I got an offer of an organization, they wanted me to join them, and of course I accepted. There I found my kin, they shared my feelings and understood it, for the first time I felt myself in a family, I felt warmness, they shared with me the joy and played with me all the time, I was finally able to understand what is having a friend. I met with the boss and I discovered that he was the actor of the murder when I was six years old, he was the one who gave me bliss and saved me from boredom. He was like a dad to me.

The organization was full of skillful killers, it was an unstoppable force, we did all kind of crimes successfully without leaving any trace, even the police was no match for us. All the city was engulfed with fear, a fear of an unknown curse .