Killers P.O.V.
Mozart filled the car. What a beautiful day, what beautiful music, what beautiful destruction.
On occasion you could hear pounding in the back. It was blonde with blue eyes and weak, I wouldn't honor it with a title of she or woman. Someone who couldn't fight to live didn't deserve to live. I turned up the radio, loud enough to cover up the noise.
I smiled and hummed to the music, rain poured down on the windshield. In a hour or so, I spotted my new playhouse. It was an old abandoned toy factory, a big rust bucket now.
This is so much fun, we'll play lots of games tonight.
I turned off the ignition, walked to the back, slowly taking in my new play house. I opened the trunk and it started to panic.
"Pp-please dont hurt me. Please!"
"We're just going to play a game, that's all" I said with a convincing smile. I grabbed it by the waist hoisting it over my shoulder.
It kicked and screamed "Let me go!"
Its kicks didn't really hurt but the screaming was annoying. I flung it off my shoulder, when we made it inside the center of the factory, knocking the air out of it.
That shut it up.
I went back to the car to grab my toys.
When I got back she was gone. I circled around the room
"Are we playing hide and seek now?" I said in a playful voice "Thats my favorite game."
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The Game Of His Inner Demons
Mystery / ThrillerThis serial killer is hard to catch, many have tried. A young boy (who dabbles in magic performances)catches the attention of said killer. After witnessing the murder of his friend, Arius doesn't tell anyone what happened and the killer catches up w...
