I was twenty seven when I decided to express an odd sensation I've had for years. Whenever a person looks at me wrong, I get this tingly, muscle-clentching feeling in my stomach, my mind goes fuzzy, and my body gets hotter. I've always pushed it down, and ignored it but for the last few years, it's gotten more intense, and damn near impossible to ignore. The only way I've been able to dispose of these feelings is by hurting myself. Scratching at my skin, hitting my head on the wall, punching things, cutting myself, burning, I would use whatever was closest to me, and it would be sated. Well I got pretty sick of having to do that to myself every time I got that feeling, so on my twenty-fifth birthday, I went out. Found some random girl to take to the back room, and after she had her fun, I took her outside so I could have my fun. I won't bore you with the details of that one, but she was a screamer. I tossed her in the dumpster when I was done, and I had never felt so good or completely sated like that in my life!

I had to do it again to test it out, of course. I was by no means a scientist but I knew that the first results weren't totally accurate. After that, I would steal money, and call escort services, they would come over, we'd fuck if I was horny enough, I would tie them up, and tear them apart. I used the same dumpster for a while, I got bored of the girls so I tried out the men. Found out two things; I'm bisexual, and I got my favorite responses from men. Here's where the shit gets good. I'm out for a walk, an itch my head, and a twitch in my hand, hoping, nearly praying, for some poor soul to cross me. I turn to a park where teens liked to hang out, smoke, get drunk, and a scream rips its way through the night. My ears perk up at the sound, and I turn left, and right til I find the source. A man with dark hair, and a too-white suit was holding onto a teen girl's hand, which had been severed from her arm. A shiver ran down my spine, and I groaned, resisting the urge to palm myself at the display.

The teens ran, and I watched as the man clapped his hands, and put them face-down on the ground. Red light sparked all around him, then in a beeline towards the teens. The ground cracked, and split open, taking one of the kids down into the abyss. He clung onto the edge for dear life, and another girl tried to help him up while the rest scampered off. I had enough watching, and needed the action; I sprinted to the girl, grabbed her arms, and jumped over her, causing her shoulders to pop, and dislocate, she shrieked, and I heard footsteps from where the man had been standing but I paid him no mind. The kid climbed up out of the hole, and went to punch me, but I used the girl as a shield til I could get a good kick at him. He couldn't, or didn't block it, and fell back, into the arms of the man in the suit. "I did try to get all of them, but half of them will do." He had a nice voice, damn. The man finally noticed me, and the girl started struggling to get free. I pulled her arms further back, and kicked her leg behind her, she fell face first, inches from the explosively made hole, and I fell on her back.

I sat back a bit, put all my weight on my knee on the middle of her spine. I heard weird sounds to my left before more screaming, and I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair, and slammed her face into the pavement until there was nothing left of her face. I couldn't help but moan as I watched her blood pool, and drip down the hole. I laid against her back, and tried not to move. It was then that I heard someone clearing their throat, and I looked up, to see the man standing to my left. "What's someone like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, I panted against the girl's neck, and sat up, straddling her, so I could get a better look at the man. "I could ask you the same thing. With a suit like that, you sure as shit don't belong here." He smirked, and held his hand out, an offer to help me up. I took his hand, and he hoisted me up to my feet, I wobbled a bit from being partially unsatisfied but he steadied me.

"Be that as it may..." He let the question hang. "Why should I tell you what I'm doing here...when it's obvious?" I motioned to the girl, and behind the man, saw his previous victim in a bloody, limbless pile. It made me shudder, and nearly topple over. "How...how do you do that?" "I'm an alchemist, I specialize in explosions." I've heard of alchemists but never understood it. "How rude of me. I'm Solf, what's your name?" "I'm Topaz. As hot as you are, I really have to find something to hurt." I was starting to tremble from the pleasure of what I'd witnessed, and my pants were getting painfully tight; pre started to make a damp spot on my briefs that was sure to spread to my pants soon enough. His eyes trailed down, and lingered on the bulge. "Well, maybe we'll meet again. Hope you find what you're looking for." Hands in his blood stained pockets, a smirk tugging at his lips, he said his goodbye, and disappeared into the night. It was getting hard to breathe, and I was torn between just jerking off to make it go away or taking another life. A siren chirping made my decision, and I killed my first cop. I didn't even register the person's existence until long after I'd come down from my high, and realized he was in the military.

In Amestris, the military handled everything from a domestic dispute to war, we didn't have police officers. I looked through the car for something to use as a weapon. I didn't find anything useful, and ended up abandoning the car, going to a house across the street. I broke in, and went straight to the kitchen, where the knives live. They would work for now, but sharp things weren't my style, I prefer blunt things. I kept them there while I checked for homeowners but didn't find anyone. This place was practically made of bedrooms, and secret hiding places, had a basement, an attic, and a garage. There wasn't a single living soul there but me. I hopped into bed with a short knife under the pillow, and curled up. It took a while to fall asleep, and when I did, Solf showed up in my dreams. I woke up happy, and satisfied, and not alone. The door creaked open, and I kept my body still, creaking an eye open. There was a loud, brain melting scream, and some girl screaming something like 'Daddy there's someone in my bed!'