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"W-what th-the F-fuck.. wh-where— His eyes open as he looks around the deserted area, as his chest rises and falls fast making panic rise into his body, he looks down to his bounded body tied around with chain shackles around his feet and behind his hand, he tries to break out but it is impossible to do so. "F-fuck!" He grunts under his breath as he tries to move his body off the ground, but the shackles are holding him down so tightly that he can't do anything but stay on the dead cold cement ground, in the dark.

He hears a sound coming from the distance from where he's laying. As his heart beat races almost as if it's going to burst out of his chest any time soon.

As he keeps squirming on the ground, a loud footstep stops him, keeping his body still but breathing loud, as he tries to keep calm but he's slowly going insane as fear surrounds him.

A faint melody of someone whistling hits his ears as his ears perk up at the sound while breathing faster and faster. He's not alone, like he thought he would be, he thought he would be the only person here and he would just need to find help. Or maybe he's thinking the police are here to help him out of here? As his mind starts running, he calls out for help towards the sound of the whistle, Without even thinking twice.

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I Walk in as my heavy footsteps hit the cold pavement, bringing in my box of tools as I switch to humming the very same dark tune that lingers through my mind, each time I take another life.

His frantic eyeballs turn towards where I step in, as I place the tool box down near my old radio. I tilt my head slightly and grin, looking down at the pathetic sight of him straddled in fear from looking upon me, then I turn my head back to where my radio is and walk over to it. Pressing the "play" button with my index finger.

The music starts blasting through as I turn the volume down a tad bit, not to low but not too high volume either. In the middle, ah just perfect.

I turn my head back to the shaking, trembling man on the ground as I walk over to him. Grinning ear to ear and humming along to the music.

He grits his teeth as I bend down on my feet, grinning at him. "uh uh. I wouldn't suggest moving too much if I were you." I say as a low chuckle escapes my mouth from looking at how he's moving his body like a fucking fish in search for water so it can get back in and live.

That's what he reminds me of, a fish out of water needing to get back for oxygen, but in this place you won't find such a thing. Especially not with me.

I laugh loudly then grit my teeth between my lips  and grab a hold of his collar. "You're  too Fucking noisy. Will you shut up?" I say as I tilt my head and my eyes widen in anger, I fucking hate noisy people. "Y-you F-fuck!" He spits in my face.

He really wants to get killed right away doesn't he?

I close my eyes in response while I wipe his spit off my face and scoff as I get back up on my feet, walking towards the tool box.

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"N-no..nn-no wh-what a-are you do..ing?!" He stutters as I pull the box of tools close next to me and him, opening the box up slowly in rhythm with the music, and looking through all my weapons. "Which one?" i singsong as I look through.

His eyes start to weep uncontrollably as he looks at the sight of my tools laying beautifully. "Y-you're a F-fucking ps-psycho!" He yells while weeping at the same time, I grin and pull out a sharp blade, examining the sharpness of it as I take my fingers and slide it onto the blade, flickering my eyes back at him. I grip the blade in my hand hard. "That's what they all say." A laugh bubbles up from my throat as I lift the blade in the air and stab it into his neck. "Ah damn it you're getting this place all messy." His blood pours out of his neck as his whole body starts to twitch , showing that he's slowly coming to an end. I smirk at the sight but it is yet too early to be done.

Leaving no mercy, since it isn't in my world of chaos, I turn back to my tools and pick out a large axe, gripping it into my hold, I swing it up in the air as the man's eyes quiver.

Ah, is he not fully dead yet?

This will be fun.

I grit my teeth as the axe is now in the air within my strong hold. I pin him with a glare. I swing it again and indulge the axe straight into his head, making him die instantly this time.

The man's eyes roll back into his skull as his mouth opens wide at the same time.

Now all that's left is a nice cleanup.

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The next morning.

When morning comes my mind is all clean, actually not really. I'm still the worst of them all, and I don't think I'll ever change. There won't be anybody who would change who I am and my deeds.

Or so I thought.

Ella hawks.

It's her again at this time at this place of all places, a grin plays on my lips as I watch her standing by "Cocoa's Cafe".

Interesting, how that's the very first place we met. It probably won't be our last either, by the looks of it.