The Dapper Way

Chapter 1

Warning: Themes of intense violence and Gore are in this. I can be a very descriptive writer and have seen gory things so I have ideas. Continue reading if  you can handle it.
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3rd POV (something different!):
Ever have that sense that, you have hope and you keep moving forward? Well, that's something that Warfstache gives to all his victims: A sense that they can be alive and go home. But alas, the only other thing that Warfstache gives out is his desire to hunt. He will chase you down, because of fun when he sees the look of relief in his victim's face and then a split second see the look of fright and pain. It made Warfstache chuckle when he played with his victims. Ah, the sweet smell of dread and despair. Something that Warfstache wants, something he needs. And the best part is: No one can catch him.

Warfstache POV:
"Where is that son of a bitch, I payed good money for this new gun and knife, and I I plan on using them." I sighed as I carefully walked through the forest, making sure to whisper. I'm hunting my new victim with a pistol with a silencer and a new shiny and very important sharp combat knife, which I didn't steal from an army shop and then slit the manager's throat with the knife. I stopped and thought back to it and I chuckled a bit. "High security, my ass. A bunch of dumbasses, yeah, that's the perfect term." As I finished my sentence, I heard a loud crunch. 'That wasn't a squirrel, and I'm pretty sure there isn't a giant animal that kills in these shallow woods, so I'm guessing, he's over there.' I slowly made my way towards a big tree and I suddenly saw and heard my victim panting heavily, trying to calm his breath and moving too much. 'Oh, he's one of those people who thinks they're  actually safe, how precious.' I smirked. It's like my victims want to be killed. I took out my combat knife and placed my pistol in its holster. I started crunching some leaves with my feet at a fast rate towards the tree and then stop. I had seen that the victim had stopped moving like an idiot and I heard a slight faint of breath like it was escaping his body. I then crunched the leaves and even broke a few twigs slower and quieter. I love doing this. I love giving them so much hope. I slowed down my breathing and completely stopped my breath. Soon, I heard rustling from the tree and my victim was peaking his head from behind the tree. I quickly started to pick up my breathing and walked in front of him. "Well hello, why are you out here all by yourself,huh little guy? You want to find your mommy?"  The fear in his eyes suddenly changed and soon, I got punched in the face, very hard. Like, a boxer without wearing his glove hard. He stopped and looked at me, like he'd accomplished something spectacular. I licked the blood that I felt on my lip and smiled. "Thanks for reminding me of what my blood taste like,I really appreciate it." The man then held up his only good fist up again and decided to punch me again. Very bad mistake. With my quick reflexes, I lifted my knife up and stabbed through his hand. For a split second, everything went quiet and then a second later, a scream arose from the man as he keeled over and looked at knife. I calmly walked over to him and took the blade out of his hand and then stabbed it through his esophagus. I smirked slightly and even chuckled a bit. "Oh, look at this, the big man just got defeated, who would have guessed- oh right, me. Hey, at least you can say hi to your daughter." As he choked and spat up blood, all over me too, he finally stop moving, aside from an occasional twitch or two. I took the blade out and quickly put it in its holder. I walked away, looking at my blood and chuckling. As I was walking away, I looked at the body in the middle of the ground. "Hmm, something doesn't seem right." I then walked to my victim's lifeless body, got on my knees,  grabbed my knife, and sinked the blade into his stomach. I slowly but excitedly took the blade and started to go down until I got to the end of his happy trail. I put the knife in its holder and, with enough force I opened up his stomach and started to rummage through his organs. I took out his large intestine and layed it beside his head neatly. Next, I got took out his stomach and threw it somewhere and took out his liver and threw it somewhere else. Lastly, I took out his small intestine, which was really difficult, and I just unraveled it and left it there. I looked at what I created and I smiled so widely that I felt like the Cheshire Cat. I adjusted my knife on my hip and got up and walked off to my house. My house is literally a cabin in the middle of nowhere, near the woods. I have all the time I need and I loved every minute. I sighed and started to unlock my door with my key I keep underneath the mat and walked. As soon as I walked inside, I took off my knife/gun holster, putting them on my coat hanger on the wall and I sighed deeply. I walked upstairs triumphantly and immediately went to the shower.  As I strip away my clothes, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My stubble was getting to be a bit starchy my hair all over the place. "Well, that's what I get for chasing someone who apparently has the same skills as Rocky." I say to myself, a bit angry. I shrug and then proceed to take off the rest of my clothes. I turn on the shower, making sure it's hot enough, and then stepping in, cleaning off the blood from my neck and arms. After I finished, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist, making it show my V- line a bit. Soon after, I grabbed my razor and started to trim my beard lightly. After that, I grab another towel and start walking out the bathroom and towards my room with the second towel on my head. Suddenly, I heard a window open and close dramatically, like someone was hurrying. The good thing about living alone and having thin walls is, you can hear almost anything. I slowly peek around the corner and to my surprise, I see a broken window but nothing that caused. I start speed walking towards the window, making sure to stop before the glass, and start examining it. All I could think about was who has the guts to rob me and/or try to be sneaky with it. I placed the second towel around my neck and I turn towards my door. I was then startled when I saw a note that had nothing on.  Probably on the back but, very weird. "Is this like a very bad and ransom or something completely different?' I grabbed the note, which hung onto the door by a thumbtack and I flipped it over, expecting a weird shitty random message with magazine letters. Instead, I see beautifully written handwriting. I was shocked but the thing that is making me think this whole scenario is weird, the note that was written had a quote on it. It says:
"When love isn't madness,
It is not love"
♡
As I look at the quote, I became more baffled at how organized it was, and how it had some love quote on it. I folded it up and walked into my room, finding myself some good clothes and the broom. I change and grab my broom, sweeping up this mess. As I threw away the last of the glass, I lay back on my bed and start thinking about that whole scenario. So far, all I come up with is stupid and lead to nowhere scenes that make my brain hurt. Soon, the sweet darkness is all I see and the scenes and scenarios are gone. The last thought on my mind is,  what was that note and who would do this. The rest is a blur as in drift to sleep.