Mother May I? (Part 2: The Sacrifice)
The blood curdling screams from the city filled me with delight. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. It was exhilarating! I blended perfectly with the shadows of dark alley ways, where women sold their bodies to the low lifed men. Seeing those women reminded me of mother... she had to be executed. When I kill, it's nothing personal. It's all for pleasure. Their warm red juices painting my clothes and face, it was an artists dream! To be covered in one's canvas is the greatest gift ever, and I enjoyed every second, every drop, and every scream.
My first victim, was a walking STD. She reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Her stockings were ripped, her shirt hanging off of her malnourished looking body, and her skirt was covered in semen. The sight of her disgusted me, but I must admit... her scream when she saw my face was orgasmic. She tried to run, but stumbled over her broken heel. What a pitiful being she was, in all honesty, she was no fun. The blood was rotten and her organs black. The bitch wasn't worth shit.
My second victim was quite ravishing. Unfortunately she looked a lot like mother when she was full of youth. I wanted her. She had shoulder length red hair with sparkling blue eyes, a true beauty. She did nothing wrong at all, she was just at the wrong place at the right time. She was a fighter, she gave me the biggest rush that night, but she was also thr messiest one. Her scream was music to my ears! I laughed as I took my blade and slashed her stomach open first, making her spill her lovely guts. They were so pink and pure, I had to preserve them. As she made an attempt to crawl away, I turned her onto her back and climbed on top of her.
"Nothing personal, my dear." She looked at me with the utmost look of terror and pain as I slashed away at her skin. Skinning her half alive. Her marble white skin now painted rosy red, it was marvellous! My work wasn't done though, I had one more thing to do. I dipped my finger in her blood and wrote on the wall, "It's not murder if you're insane." Her heart, was my souvenir, mother would've been so proud of me! She would have admired how much of a man I've become. I do this because of her. Every girl I kill, I see mothers face which gives me such lewd feelings. But my mind isn't so gone that I don't realize she isn't there. None of these women can satisfy me like her.
I returned home that night, drenched in blood with stolen hearts in my pockets. I've made a total of 13 kills in that one night. They will know my name... this city and all of it's souls are mine for the taking. I laughed , madly to myself as the sound echoed throughout the abandoned development. As I ventured onward to my home, I stared up at the sky to find its bloody sky had vanished and dumped itself onto me. The stars were out, and the sky was pitch black. There weren't any lights to illuminate my path except for the stars and the moon. The bodies have stopped dancing, they've departed and went home, just as I.
When I reached the porch, she waited for me;the gray lady. She made a twisted smile at me and headed inside of the house. I took off my shoes and carried them up to the bathroom to clean them. The house was silent except for the running of water.
"It's a bit too quiet... why is that?" I asked her. "Well my child, that girl in the basement was making an awful loud amount of noise, she had to be silenced." "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!" I bolted out of the bathroom and headed down to the basement, unaware that I was still covered in blood from head to toe. I heard the souls mocking me, chanting, "it had to be done. There's nothing to do now,"
"SHUT UP DAMMIT!" I kicked down the door and there she sat, frightened, hiding in the corner by the little TV I had put down there for her. "No... not now... not like this." I backed away from her and began to speak to an entity that only I knew was there, "you tricked me... why?" The laughter just carried on as I fell to the floor, holding my face in my hands.
She didn't dare come near me as she examined me from afar, piecing together the events that took place when I went out. "I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry." "You know what you have to do now my child...dispose of the girl, etch her into your collection of souls." I stood up with tears running down my facing, making streams in the blood that masked my face as I walked towards her. "Forgive me..." I took out my knife and raised it above her, the I dropped it. "I can't do it..."
"DO IT NOW YOU SORRY PIECE OF SHIT! DO IT FOR YOUR MOTHER!" I yelled at what she thought was nothing, "YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING MOTHER! YOU LEAVE MY ANNA ALONE!" I heard the laughter begin again as the souls chanted inside of my head, "your Anna? You stole her from her own mother, then slaughtered the poor woman in cold blood. You're pathetic. "
I balled up my fists and punched holes into the walls, yelling a cussing at the demons in my head... they're all in my head. I took the knife and walked to the closet across from Anna and I took out my sewing kit, I looked at her and attempt to smile. "You can't ever tell anyone about this, I can't ever let you go now..." I pulled out a needle and thread and started towards her.
"W-what are you going to do with that?" She asked in her innoxent child voice. My heart began to ache and I shook my head, "it's an alternative... I don't want you to feel any pain so...go to sleep." I reached for the lamp and hit her upaide the head with it, automatically knocking her unconscious. I looked at this precious child that I tried so hard to protect, when I'm the one corrupting her.
I stabbed the needle into her lips, zig zagging the thread from one end of her mouth to the other. I'll make sure she never utters another word. As I stared down at her, I felt it. The lust that I had when I first found her. I couldn't restrain myself... "Do it. You know you want to. If you kill her with your own hands, she can be immortalized and bound to your spirit forever."
I thought it over for awhile as I caressed her soft blonde hair. "This hell is not meant for an angel like you to reside... I'll set you free." I took my blade and rubbed its rugged edges against her neck, gracefully slicing her throat. I watched as the blood flowed out and she gasped for air, and licked her blood off of the knife and whispered softly into her ear, "you will forever be etched into my existence. Our souls are forever intertwined. " her blood was sensational, after she stopped struggling, her body lay still.
I bathed myself in her blood that night. I felt closer to her than ever. There was something about this act, that made me feel more alive than ever... I felt immortal. I was god. I found that the blood I crave is not tainted, but pure. "I need to switch my targets." I thought aloud. "The purer the spirits equals the maximum amount of satisfaction and ecstacy." The idea of it all aroused me, as I had to touch my self with the blood of my liquefied daughter. I truly was my mothers child but this was only the beginning. I was only just awakening.
Weeks later, it was widespread across the nation. "Young girls from the ages of 10-17 have been disappearing with no whereabouts. All that was left behind at the time of each of their abductions are these chilling words written in blood: It's not murder, if you're insane."