Tuesday Night: 20:00

I sit with my eyes staring at the screens before me, my eyes are wide as I watch Charlie enter the view. She slowly creeps up on the woman who she called her prey. The woman does not appear to notice Charlie yet, she seemed like she was too enthralled in her phone scrolling to even notice the figure with distinctive ginger toned hair walk right up behind her.

From the screen, the woman lifts her phone to take - what I assume to be is - a selfie. The girl's phone covers her face from view of the camera that I am watching from, but I can only assume that she sees Charlie behind her. I can only imagine the fear that paints the woman's face, her eyes wide as her gaze is fixated on the figure behind her. Her complexion pale and almost stark white, with all of the colour draining from her face for she knows this will be her last night. Her lips are probably trembling as is her hand that holds her phone. The horror in the moment is captured in a single selfie, just before Charlie plunges her little butter knife into the woman's neck with force.

I could not help but keep my eyes open, forcing myself to keep watching as the scenes before me unfold. Fortunately for me, no sound comes from the screens, so my innocent ears did not have to endure listening to the woman's screams as Charlie mutilated her, all while smiling like a crazed maniac.

After a few moments of staring at a possible blank screen, Charlie emerges from below and smiles at the camera. Her smile appears crooked as her gaze appears as though she is staring right through the camera at me. She opens her mouth and begins to speak. While no sound comes out, I read her lips and am horrified by what she is saying.

"Your turn." She comments in what I can only imagine to be a twisted tone that would send chills running up your spine.

I gulp, swallowing my fears as I peel my gaze from the screen and then turn to the circle of victims just a few feet from where I was. I stand from my seat and I walk over towards the centre of the circle. My gaze hits the bottle in the centre of the circle of victims and I bend down towards it.

"Here goes nothing." I mumble aloud to myself and my hand grips the cold glass bottle that used to contain a cool beer drink. My fingers trace over the indents of the bottle before I suddenly twist my hand and release the bottle. It spins rapidly in a counter clockwise direction.

I take a simple step backwards and watch as the bottle spins... going around and around and around again before it begins to slow down just a little. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, soon I will have to kill someone and all that stands between them and my weapon of choice is a simple spin of the old, medium sized, brown, beer bottle.

Cuuurrrrshk.

The bottle finally slows to a stop, landing on a trembling young couple who were both bound together by some black zip ties and some fishing line. Their heads are tied together by a single black cloth, that looks as though it used to be an old pair of knee high black dress socks, but torn in half to be double the length.

"Of course I get stuck with the double kill." I grumble softly as I take a few steps towards the lovely couple. "Now what am I to do with you?" Ideas begin to flood my mind as I reach down and grab the two by their arms and forcibly drag them across the floor.

The man remains silent while the girl begins to scream, her screaming of course sends others around them into a screaming fit and then soon, everyone is screaming in the room.

"Oh for the love of God! Shut The Hell Up!" I yell out at all of the tied up victims, silencing the room once again. "Now... for the fun part." I comment softly as I land on the perfect idea in my head. I vaguely remember there being a pistol on the table by the front door.... My eyes scan the hallway before they land on the item floating in my mind. "Yes! There it is!" I smile and unbind the lovely couple, I keep their blindfolds on, and then I open the door before swiftly kicking them outside and slamming the door behind them.

I clap my hands together and turn back to the table that sits right by the door, the pistol was still there. The lovey dovey couple was indeed not stupid enough to slip it off the table after I unbound them. Although, I probably would have taken it from the table if I was in their position... or at least fought against my captor after being unbounded by them. But alas, some people just aren't that smart... at least not as smart as I. I pick up the pistol and turn the safety off. I then turn back to the door and watch the couple run away with fear, getting farther and farther away from the building.

"Three... Two... One..." I open the door and I hold the gun out in front of me. I pull the trigger and a bullet shoots out from the barrel and hurdles towards the man's skull. Does it hit? Did I hit him?

My eyes scan the area and see the man fall to the ground... but he is not dead. At least not yet. I hold the pistol out again and fire another shot, this time I aim for the girl, at least if they are both injured, they won't be able to run faster than me.

The bullet strikes the girl and she collapses to the ground... is she dead though? That's the real question? I lean against the frame of the door and watch as the girl gets up too. Man.. I have a good shot but it is not good enough to kill them on the spot... at least not yet.

I grumble and I close the door again. I put the safety back on and I place the pistol back onto the table where I found it. I walk into the kitchen and grab a fairly large kitchen knife from a box with multiple knife handles sticking out from it, and then I turn towards the outside door once more. This time I will go for the kill. No one will survive this round.

I walk out of the building and take note of how far the two are from where I am. They did not make it that much farther than from when I shot at them, which makes me to believe that I somehow impaired them. I sigh lightly and take long strides towards the two, hopefully my strides are longer than theirs and I am able to reach them faster than they are able to out walk me.

As I approach the two, I can hear them panting, their warm breaths create little white puffs of clouds in the cool winter's night. I hold the knife up and then bring it down onto the man's back. He screams in pain and falls forwards onto the ground, the woman falls with him because she was using him for support - typical. I walk in between the two and step my left foot onto the man's back, he groans louder with the more pressure I place on his back. I can hear his ribs breaking and I know the woman can hear it too. With each click and crack of his bones, the woman lets loose a shrill of fear like no woman has cried before.

The right corner of my mouth curls up into a smirk as I push hard enough and a loud cracking noise echoes from his body, after that, the man stops moving and I can only assume that I've snapped his back. I stomp my foot on his back and then I lean all of my weight onto it as I bend over and use the knife to slit the back of his neck, partially decapitating him. Crimson liquid oozes from his body as it remains still on the ground.

The woman to the right of me sobs and begs me to spare her life. I scoff at the idea. If i was ever going to spare her life, it was way too late to do so now. I was already in too deep, and besides, the man needed his wife to join him in heaven with him.

I turn to the woman to see her attempting to drag herself away, probably hoping to get far enough away that I would assume that she was gone and no longer my problem. Too bad for her I suppose, but I see her and I walk towards her, a laugh escapes my mouth with each step I take.

"What do you think you are doing... my dear poppet?" I ask the woman, though I expect her not to reply to me. For, if I were her, I would not respond to me either. "Do you really think that I would let you get away that easily?" I ask as I press my right foot onto her back and reach down to grab her hair. I pull up hearing her back cracking as I am forcing her to bend backwards into a weird position. "How stupid do you think I am?" I speak once more, and the woman lets out another shrill of a scream. Good lord, she's not yet dead!

"Please..." she begs, the cloth over her eyes is damp from the tears she has cried. Her voice wails to me and I look at her, my amusement fading to disapproval.

"Do you really think pleading with a serial killer will help keep you alive?" I comment, my tone cold and soulless. "You must really be quite stupid if you believe such nonsense." I laugh and then I smash the woman's face into the cold ground, most definitely breaking her nose and possibly her skull.

I jam the knife into the back of her neck, and like her male friend before her, I partially decapitate her. Her blood trickles out of the wound, just as slowly as the man's did before. I curl the corners of my mouth inwards before slamming my right foot into her head, mashing it as though it were only a little watermelon below my foot.

Finally the deed was done. My turn was now over. It was now Charlie's turn.

A clapping sound catches my attention and I spin around quickly on my heels. In front of me stands Charlie, she is about a metre or so away, slowly clapping her hands together as though she were subtly amused by all of this.

"Well done, I did not think you had it in you." She comments, a slight chill runs down my back as I realize what I've done... I've just played right into her hands... hadn't I? And now I was probably just as bad as she was. "Nicely done, although, just a little tip. Next time, maybe not try to leave fingerprints everywhere. Okay?" Her mouth contorts into a twisted and crooked smile as she looks at me, amused, as though I were a piece of clay that she had just molded to look just like her. I was beautiful in her eyes, and that idea terrified me, making me shiver right there. I know she saw me shiver too, for her lips tightened a bit as she curls them a little more inwards than where they already were.

Am I going to be just like her one day?

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