I scour the streets, contemplating who shall make my first prey. I see a young lady approach nearby; its dark but I can just make out that she has luminous blonde hair, and innocent blue eyes. Perfect. Now's my chance, I must unleash my inner vulture. I stride confidently up to her and ask her if she would like to come back to my place…
I won't go into details, I don't like to brag, but what I will tell you is that I completed my 'deed'. They will all be sorry now, they won't just look through me like I am a piece of glass any more. I am God. I must get some rest, who knows what tomorrow will bring? Not you.
I skim through the local paper, seeing if there's any outbreak of news, of someone going missing perhaps? No, I thought not. Fools. I have gotten away with it, but I am hungry for more, I feel a dry sensation in the back of my throat; I am thirsty for blood.
Who would have thought that little Johnny Hayley could do this? Not you.
I am craving for more flesh, so I start out into the darkness of the night, knowing that I have the power of life, somebody's life. It could be yours. I see a girl on her own, waiting for a cab. She looks to be in her early twenties and has a flawless figure -perfect. I swiftly move towards her, like a venomous snake, I start some small talk which soon gets going. I ask her if she would like a lift home and she doesn't bat an eyelid!
One hour later and the deed is done, there will be no more hours later for her. I am starting to feel queasy, as the stench of rotting flesh fills my lungs, but I know it is worth it. My house is my lair and you are my prisoner, soon to be my prey. One last time I must venture out deep into the night and I promise I will stop there, with other people anyway…
So I got the girl, took her back to my house and tied her to a chair. She struggled and struggled but it would be me who will win this battle. She shall never see the world again. I let her take one last breath as I grasped the bread-knife in my hands, determined to kill. I held it up to her throat and started to hack away at it, I just wanted to hold her head, as a trophy. Her scream echoes the room and then it falls silent, I look down to the pool of blood in which I stand in. Then I look to my hands and there, in my clasp is my trophy.
I gaze into her lifeless eyes, still open. I prance around the room with her head under my arm but I soon ground to a halt. The glimmer of the scissors catches my eye and I soon spark up an idea. Oh, the fun I had with those scissors and that face. That face could be yours.
I feel as if I am still on a high from my three killings but they say all good things have to come to an end… The one thing I learnt from school was to tie a slip knot.