Faceless Psychopath

Prologue

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Arès Martinez. 

Arès means ruin.

It comes from the Greek God of war and destruction.

Known for his blood thirst and confidence.

That is the name I was given at birth. 

That is the name my parents gave to a monster. 

Quite fitting.

They did their best, I suppose. 

But were completely naive to the evil lurking inside their son. 

My childhood wasn't anything special, at most you could consider it cliché. 

The typical disturbed child who took out their frustrations on small animals. 

That is what most would consider a red flag, but mine considered it innocent curiosity. 

When the neighborhood cats started going missing, only to be found in our attic, my parents said I would grow up to be brilliant. 

I would be a doctor, or surgeon. 

That my interests were normal, encouraged even. 

I was a precocious child. 

I was never interested in the things normal children were enamored with. 

I was… odd. 

I didn't show nor did I feel emotion, unless I was cutting something open. 

My parent's again encouraged this.

Saying it would come to my benefit later in life. 

My career would be successful, as it was the only thing I showed interest in. 

Maybe they knew the truth, but couldn't accept it. 

The best outcome would be me choosing a career where my fantasies could be done in a humane way. 

But I didn't care to be a surgeon. 

I didn't want to help. 

I wanted to kill. 

I wasn't cutting living beings open to figure out ways to fix them. 

I was cutting them open out of joy from their pain, and the fascination with their insides. 

As I grew older, the urge grew with me.

Animals no longer curbed the growing need inside me. 

I was on a path of destruction and death. 

And it has led me to who I am today. 

I am currently Washington's most wanted. 

I am known for leaving the most gruesome scenes police have seen. 

They have attempted time and time again to capture me, but evading them is quite easy when you work along side them.

It is even easier when they do not know what the killer looks like. 

I am faceless. 

The Faceless Terror.