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I was found awake lying on my bed staring endlessly to the white cracked ceiling. Flashes backs of the past haunt my mind and the voice of those who I have killed are shrouding me too. I mumble utter curses and shake my head quick hoping my mind would regain it’s emptiness abyss. Suddenly a strong emotion of guilty struck me like a heart attack. I grasps my chest gasping for air and choking on my own saliva. Was this it? I am going receive punishment for all the souls I ruthlessly took? I panic every passing second So I immediately hopped out of bed and searching for the nearest phone I could find. My fingers wrapped the phone tightly like a snake wrapped around it’s prey and squeezing it to death. My mind went blank and my body froze. I didn’t show emotion either. I thought I was dead. I loosen my grip and headed straight to the bathroom looking at it’s cracked mirror. I gave myself a quick pinch to test if I was alive. Squealing in at a sharp minor pain I was easily relived.

"I'M ALIVE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ACK ACK AH!" I said while revealing my most hideous shriek of laughter I skipped back to my room humming a joyful tune. After opening the door I paused for a moment staring what stood above.

"Who are you?" I questioned at the thing above me. I got no answer. I tighten my grip and began to raise my voice a bit higher.

"EXCUSE ME!? I ASKED WHO ARE YOU?!" I hissed at the thing that stood above.

"I’m the answer to someone’s prayers!" It cried

The thing attempt to attack me. It dived down at me with a weird sword filling the room with the crackle of breaking wood and the sound of it’s horrid laughter. I pretty much dodged it’s attack by a hair string. Making fun of it’s poor aiming skills.

“You got no aim!” I snarled at it.

God I felt so corny saying that. I planted my a palm of my hand to my face. Face palming was a pretty bad thing to do at a life or death situations. This time it was able to struck me with it’s sword. I plummeted to ground with a freshly open cut on my right arm. Quickly I licked my blood of shivering at the odd savor that touch my buds. I took a glimpse of what was left in my room seeing that the it has disappear. Has he left already I wondered to myself. Then I saw a drop of sweat fall before my eyes. Slowly I look up and saw it. My instincts reacted swiftly and told me to move now or it’ll dive down with the sword first stabbing me headfirst. I moved just in time. A huge boom was heard and piece of rubble fell from the ceiling.

"God damnit!" It shouted loudly

I smiled at his utter foolishness and dashed right away. It’s sword got stuck between the floorboards now it was my chance to hide and find my weapon. I sneaked out my room door quietly and tiptoed into the living room. I hide behind a sofa to catch my breathe. I sat down for a bit and tried to think what the it was.

"Hmmm." I thought to myself "It sounded like a teenage boy. I couldn’t get much it’s face. The black mask covers it’s face. Whoever he or she was it’s after me."

I crawled out of my hiding place just to take a small peek. He wasn’t here yet I was relived. I still had more time but I knew I couldn’t hide. It’ll find me eventually.

"I GOTTA find my weapon." I told myself.

I tiptoed out of my hiding place and headed straight to the highway. It was pitch black there and I couldn’t see a thing! I felt the walls hoping I could find that door. My weapon is down in the basement. It lies at countless sleep until it is reawaked again. Finally I found the knob and gave it a quick twist forcing it open. It let out a long creak causing me to curse.

"Damnit! He can find me!" I though to myself

The sound of footsteps broke the silences that haunted this hallway. I cursed silently under my breathe he did find me. Without I doubt I enter the basement and close the door slowly hoping it wouldn’t creak this time. I grabbed a flashlight that hang on the door’s hangers turned it on and went down the old stone steps carefully. The foul stench lingered at my nose causing me to sneeze a few times. When I finish walking down all the steps I began to search for the tin can casing. It’s where I keep my weapon. I felt like I was in a dungeon searching for away out. I found the case and hugged it closely to my chest. Adrenaline rush flowed through my system. The fighting aura was growing inside me. I was in the mood for killing tonight. I placed the case on my lap and brushed of the dust of it and opened it revealing two blood stain cleavers. I grab them both then stood up knocking my case to the floor. I was breathing heavily while staring at my cleavers. I closed my eyes and my mind was flooded with memories of the past and all the murders I have done with these two very cleavers. I couldn’t help but laugh. I looked up and laughed really really loud I even cried! I didn’t care if I attracted the person at lurked in my home. I was planning to kill it anyways.

“AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ACK HACK!” My laughter filling up every room.

I started coughing and spitting when I couldn’t laugh no more. The basement door busted open with a small creak in the mix. Footsteps that weren’t my own boomed at every step. The sound of heavy breathing filled my ears. It found me. And I was ready for it. I raised my right arm at it showing my weapon.

"Wanna dance?" I chuckled "Try me." It said

I strike head first at him with my cleaver but missed it. It moved slightly to the right.

"You're a quick dancer!" I chuckled once more "And you said I had bad aim" It said

"Heheheh. I'm just toying with you." I lied to it.

The sound of clashing swords and cleavers were heard. Each strike it hit I was able to block with my cleavers. Every strike I hit, it was able to block.

"Not bad. I never met with anyone with the same fighting grace I had. This may actually be fun for once" I gleefully

"What’s that’s suppose to mean?" It said.

"Figure it out." I hissed.

With one swift move he cut me again. I squealed in utter pain. I tighten my grip and fought back using all of my strength this warn out body had. Taking one last final blow and it drops straight into the ground. One side of me told me to kill it while the other said don’t!

"KILL IT, DON’T KILL IT!" repeated in my mind over and over again.

It was like an argument seem it wouldn’t end. I drop to my knees cling my hair and pull it a bit. I screamed STOP real loud at the stop of my lungs.Moment later morning was arriving and my mind has finally made of a decision. For now I’ll spare it. I found some rope down here and tied the it up. Now I was able to get a closer glimpse of what it was. My hand slowly pulsed forward to it’s face taking a small grip on the mask and removed it slowly revealing a face of a young teenage boy. He had dark ash brown hair, a beautiful face, tan skin. He was handsome. I blushed at his utter beauty. I couldn’t stop staring. I felt my heart thumping a bit louder than usually. Either I was crazy or falling in love! Me in love! Pffft I doubt it.

"Ughnnnn" moaned the boy. "Hello prey!" I said playfully. "I'm still alive?!" He said gleefully "Of course." I said "You’re unlike the other I murdered, so I thought I’d have some fun with you."

The young boy grew silent while showing a face of disgusts.

"You pervert!" He snarled

"I’m a murder not a rapist! Can’t you tell those things apart you fool!" I shot at him back while raising a finger that his face.

He didn’t response he just stared at the ground with his bright green emerald eyes. Suddenly he changes the subject by screaming “Untie me this instant!” in an angered tone of voice.

"No!" I said in a playful tone once more.

"Once I get out of this thing I’m sooo killing you!" He growled

"I’d like to see you try!" I laughed at his idiocy

"Damn you! I hope you go to hell!" He hissed

"You so cute when you’re angry" I mocked.

He struggled and struggled attempting to break the rope while I just sat and laughing at him while he failed to break free.