I'm writing a story called fiction. The story is about a serial killer and it's in a first person perspective. I'll be giving out chapters whenever I feel like it. The story will be a couple chapters in a 'victim'. Each victim will have a few chapters. The first chapter will have the stalking introduction, second will have pursue, third will be torture, and the last will be the killing and the removal of the body.

: All this is fiction, it will not be done in real life, and/or hold me accountable with the authorities.

Introduction: I remember my first kill. It was a animal right's activist, and I was young and dumb at the time. I remember following it with my hunting rifle. I aimed for it's lungs and shot. The smoke was like the smell after a fourth of july. Crisp, clean smell of gun powder. I wounded the deer. I went over to the deer's struggling body and pulled out my bat. I broke it's ribs and then I cut a small opening in it's chest cavity. I then kicked it in with my boots. The deer was now dead. I dragged it's body to the car, and shoved it in a bag and threw the body in the trunk.

Later that day, I dragged the body into my slaughterhouse. I laid the body down and started to skin it. When I was done I took out it's ribs for for some ribless meat. Then I started out to take out's liver for a good greasy meal. Most of the meat was for food. I saved the head, I got a sphere and skinned the face off the deer. I placed the face on the deer. I worked on stitching a mask up. I added liquid rubber for flexibility. When I was done, I put the head on and did a jig. My hands had dried mud on them, and I didn't care. When I put the mask on a shelf along with the other mask I did.

That night I was chopping wood, and this peta person walked up on my property and wouldn't leave me alone. I pushed him off my property, and he wouldn't leave. So I locked my doors and drank my bourbon. I heard a crashing sound in my slaughter house, and he was trying to crack my lock on the door. I grabbed my rifle, and put on my silencer. I went outside with a warning shot and no response but an angry voice. The guy cracked the lock with a sledge hammer and I shot him in the shin. He went down on the ground crying and screaming. I got on top of him and dragged him by his shoulder into the slaughterhouse and tied him on my table. I didn't want to kill him. I put on my deer mask, and started harassing him, I smacked him around a bit on his face. Then I wanted to humiliate him. I got a bag of cold deer intestines and dumped it on his body and forced some in his mouth. There was so much deer blood and such. I wondered what would happen if I had some ribs from him. I bet they'd taste salty. I held my knife up close to his thought and instead of killing him by that. I then jammed my knife in his stomach and stuffed the deer intestines in his stomach. I then stitched that up and I got my knife and my drill and I drilled a hole in his chest. I fished out the heart and pulled out his beating heart. I held it, and then I ripped it in half with my bare hands. The guy died soon after that, and I skinned his head for one more occasion. Human flesh is pretty bitching.

Victim 1; Chapter 1:
I remember my second kill. Human kill. I was in town and I saw quite a disturbed man. He was a angry, anti-social war veteran. He smoked a cigar and spoke a thick accent. He said his family were russian soldiers of world war 2. Surprisingly this vet wasn't homeless, or in any financial debt. He was a bastard and he didn't care. Anyways, I saw him and pondered, is he worth the thrill? The will to kill was powerful. I want to kill him I exclaimed in my thoughts, but is he a bad person? I should kill him if he's a bad person. I know where he lives, maybe I can take his guns, or anything else he has if I ever get in trouble with the law. So I decided to stalk him. I went back home and finished the mask of the first victim. I put it on and I masked the holes with makeup. I spent two hours working on the disguise. I found the strap the punk had and put more makeup in it. I got in a black hoody, put a scarf around my mouth because it didn't do so good with the mouth flopping around. It was 10 degrees fahrenheit, so I pulled a black trench coat on and I grabbed my pistol.

Around 1:00 in the morning I stopped by a gun shop and went in and bought hunting silencers for 40 dollars. No questions asked, 40 dollars spent. I snapped the silencer onto my pistol and went in the woods and tested it out. The blast could get me in trouble so I grabbed a damp towel and wrapped it around my arm and then shot. Even quieter and no blast was detected. This is going to be fun. Anyways, I took everything off and put it in a box for the night of the killing. The night I slept and I was dreaming what would happen if I caught him doing a bad thing. The scenarios are that I sneak in his house, I find him, I blast him in the face, put the pistol in his hand and it'll be called suicide. Another one could be I catch him, gag him and kill him in the slaughterhouse. Regardless I'll still take his guns before sunlight.

The next day I went into the shop, and there was a sale about a tracking system for deer. I buy a pack of them and a dart pistol and reloaded them in the van, I walk around town and I find him, sitting at the cafe drinking black coffee. I see him chatting a waitress, with a bulge in his pants. He had a erection and I could see what was happening. An hour later they go behind the cafe and I sneak into a building showing the back entrance of the cafe. I pulled out my dart gun and shoot the guy's bag. The darts are almost impossible to see and then I carefully shoot in the waitress shirt that was now on the floor. The guy was caressing her tits, occasionally kissing and licking her. Eventually, they starting have sex on a hood of a guys car. After they were done they pulled a silenced pistol and shot her in the face, spilling blood on the car. He picked up her body and threw it in a dumpster. He then poured bleach on the car to discard the blood and got in and drove away. Well he accidently left the pistol behind. On closer inspections I saw it was a .357 magnum that was silenced. I was baffled. It was a long term silencer and the guy custom made the gun. The possibilities that his guns are all custom made is amazing. A shotgun uzi, hell yes. A M-16 with a flamethrower? Bring the soup. This guy was to be killed in greed. But now I have touched his guns, I have left my DNA on the evidence. I found the container of bleach and dumped it in the dumpster. I found a old unused kerosine tank and placed it in the dumpster. I attached a hose to the tank and turned in on. A 6 foot distance I shot a window with my new gun for a escape route and lit the hose on fire. I can remember the building got exploded. Unfortunately, the dumpster was next to the furnace and the gas line. All the air got sucked out in the cafe and was replaced with fire. 12 people were killed. I jumped in the window and dashed to my van and took a back route home. When I got back home, I turned on the satellite for the tracking device, the device was on and isolated in his house. It showed in a underground location, more likely his basement where his guns are.

Victim 1:Chapter 2; I eventually put on my suit, including the mask. I took my new gun along, a taser, and I took a pair of wire cutters. It was 2:00 in the morning when I located him. He lived in the outskirts of the town. Meaning that there would be no help. This is easy as cake I thought. I scanned around his house seeing if there's a security system. You got to be careful who you are going to kill nowadays. They could have a light trap, or have those annoying security boxes. I find a light trap and I cut the wire that it connected to in the back of the house. I went to his front door to check the security. It was a laser operated lock. I jammed my silenced-pistol in it and shot it a few times. Didn't open so I jammed my taser in there and it opened. I found the phone wire and unplugged it, and I unplugged the security block. I went to the basement and I sat there looking what I could take. To be honest with you, I took everything. Everything was a lot. Everything was custom made. Who the hells put poison in a shotgun bullet? Let alone put the effort to make a spread gun out of a crossbow? He did. I found the bag and found more amazing guns. Frankly, I didn't care to torture the guy, so I went upstairs and I saw it. A file. I went to the file and read it. He was a serial rapist. All the women he killed he had before and after pictures. I went to the second floor, sleeping soundly. I went up to his face, and I grabbed his neck.

Victim 1: Chapter 3; When I grabbed his neck, I put my taser down his pants and I tased his penis. For 20 seconds, I tased it. I dragged him down the stairs and I found his rape kits. A 4 foot cast for a long dildo. I grabbed a nail gun and nailed his arms to the wooden floor. I found a broomstick and shoved the dildo in his anus until I heard it snapping. I took out the dildo, and I found a sword for later. I then interrogated him why he raped and killed those women. He told me that he enjoyed it, and thought that women are objects. I stuck the sword up his anus and ripped it out. It took me two hours to steal all the crates, guns, swords, and all the explosives. All his sex toys were stuffed in his anus.

Yes, it is story time! This story is the story of a retarded 12 year old named awesome-0123. Yes it is a easy read, because awesome-0123 like easy stuff to read! You see, awesome-o123 likes it up the ass by his dad. Better if he busts in awesome-o123 sweet ripe ass. Awesome-o123 enjoyed the feeling of taking the shit wen he was done and saying frosted turds over and over again. But one day he went the big world wide web and looked up "assrape cock ring" and he found a pair of rape-x. awesome-o123 was a fat little mexiCANT, so he bought used ones. When he got them in the mail, he licked the dry cum out of the rape-x. Then he flipped them upside down and his father ripped into his asshole. awesome-o123 then said , cum in a cup for me. So his father did. The cup was half full with cum, then he mixed it up, baked it for cookies. Then he left it in the fridge just for santa. END MOTHERFUCKERS. FUCK YOU AWESOME-O123!

DETAILED VERSION

Lucas: Died in bicycle accident. Fell off a mountain side and split his head open.
Miranda: She killed herself, right in front of me. I had to be in a shrink for two years. She loved Lucas but offed her with a shotgun.
Jim: Russian Roulette with the mob. His body isn't found yet.
Dave: He died in surgery. Asshole doctor.
Those 'were' my friends.

NOT QUITE DEAD;Story of the damned: Yes, I have a few friends that aren't quite dead yet. But they are dead men walking. This the story of the damned.

When i was in school I had a load of friends, a lot of contacts to the real world. I'll tell you of these contacts.

One of my contacts owned a bar, but he got mugged a while ago while he having a stroke. I called 911 and the rescued him. He can barely run the bar now.

Another one is a heroin addict. One day he had a overdose and to keep him away from cardiovascular arrest, he rested his arm on the oven. He now has a brown spot on his arm

My uncle Vinny is a acid addict who thinks he's Jesus. He runs around the Big Apple with his castrated preacher of his. Why is he castrated? Rape and manslaughter. They never found him guilty.

I'm a violent person, not sadistic but just real violent. I've been a violent person as soon as I hit 6th grade. I don't why. I think it was the stereotypical redneck school I was put into. I really loved the school, it had a charismatic environment. Then it went downhill. I got into my first fight. I lost, but no big deal. I got a black eye, no real big deal. But the people did. I wanted to prove myself worthy to people. I had to. So at gym, I got into a fight where I backed a kid up a wall and slammed him countless times. I really didn't know how to act, so I played it the way I could at the time. Being a dick-faced 'random' person. I went to mature as the years passed like whiskey in a barrel. In 7th grade, I watched The Warriors, and I wanted to own a gang for my amusement. I had a group of vigilantes with me, and we messed with people, often sizing up against people and doing the usual deals of junior high extortion. Then I learned about the Das Führer; Adolf Hitler. I was born in 4/20, and he was. I thought at the time that manipulation was passed by separated minds, and be conscious of your surroundings, I've tested, and wrote a notebook called "e". Meaning extortion, I had rules, very strict rules. A brief example how I started my army was done in a forum thread;

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But this time, on accident. To give a brief history, I'll take my 7th and 8th and 9th grade to give you how I've started my armies. In 7th grade, I was a loner, I was an annoying 'random' type of guy. I met another hearing impaired guy ( I'm hearing impaired, but can hear fine with minimal support ), a weeaboo, and a sadist. I helped the hearing impaired kid get through social awkwardness and landed him a date, I show the weeaboo what a weeaboo is, making her quit from the manga community, and I gave the sadist a knife making him happy like a pig in shit. I only asked for social awareness. So they did, landing me with 20 new people I met and talked to. They were ugly in their ways, so I helped most of them in groups. I get servitude from some helping drastically. Then I ask for more people, and I see 30 people. I deal with most of them. I get the sadist's group to start 'rotting' out the core of the school, I get the ex-weeaboos to start tagging unforgettable smut o unreachable areas(ceilings). I get the loners to convince everyone that there was no school one day, and fail the part of the SOLS. I left Wilson in ruins. I was almost forced to left for my safety. The schools almost knew I was the culprit of the ruining of the very first year that was called Wilson Middle. Still now, Wilson is still being tagged by followers of my original 50 child gang. I left at early 8th grade.

In 8th grade, I landed in the 'ghetto' school of Kate Collins Middle School. I started to give in my epic deeds to make everyone fail, that if I get a mediocre grade, that I'll be spirited away. I started the most epic false drug frenzy. I started with the shite Axe Spray, making the rednecks to be hooked on that shit, mexicans onto sore through meds, then everyone else onto cough medicine. I made a bet with some people that I can make the school with the dreaded Accreditation Denied for 6 consecutive years. I hired a hit on the boy's bathroom. At 5 pm the hit was completed, and the hit-squad was done and infiltrated without a trace. An entire wall was destroyed. It was a hole in a wall so big, that there was a hole in the hole. So if a fight goes in there, and someone tosses someone in the missing wall, they land in the hallway. The toilets had the insides scrambled. The janitors boycotted to clean the mess up. I rigged the soda machine to give out free sodas, and with a sticky on the side of the machine, saying to spill the sodas. There was grape soda everywhere. On the walls, floors, some sticking to ceiling.

Unfortunately, my lovely science teacher found about the complete ruination of the school, and asked the immortal request that'll ring in my mind. "Don't touch my room, ok?" And I never did. He did let me take a bunsen burner home and a couple packs of pure magnesium home. I grounded the magnesium into fine material, and did a line on fire. I found magnesium smells horrible being lit on fire, and it got you really stoned if you inhaled it. I never inhaled it, but a senior did tell me that. So I wrap up the powder, and I brought a tube of it and a match. I used a glove so I wouldn't get caught. I found some empty locker and i dumped the shit taping any holes in the locker so no smoke could be found but the smell was immortal. It took the entire school by storm, and made people really uneasy, swarming in masses. It just made people feel like shit. When the SOLS were done, the average that 20% of the school will go to college. I was one of the 20%. I'm in a good private school now, and now I got a person that follows me because I asked him to sharpen my pencil, and some other kids to help me finish a project.
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Extortion: There was no story about it, I was a true con artist. When I was 7th grade, I learned extortion from reading a book about the mafia. I wanted to test it really badly. I was a little skeptical about starting a entrepreneurship of being a con artist. You have to be smart to be able to really extort. You got to leave NO traces. You have to take the turf over little by little. I only had a few years to take over the schools I went to. The two school had links to each other. Being really close together, I sat next to most of my
lieutenants in the busses. At the end of the year, I had bankrolled about to close to 2k dollars. Anyways, my plan was to take over the clubs of the weak branches, that went mainstream into the roots. Lets say, chess club belong to the hobbies branch. Taking over the chess club into my branch, meant I could start dominating the 'nerd' group. When I took over the 'nerd' group, I have corrupted one of the student government members to give an eye for an eye to the next branch. At the middle of the year, I corrupted the entire student government members. Then I had to bop in and take over the debris. I went into election and won by a margin of 80 percent. I put my men into power, and left that school. The second one I bopped in with most of my power. I have already owned a good portion of the student government.

Because that other school associated with the I was new in, I was able to dominate by destroying. KC was a different story, I had no links except I was considered to be 'gifted' by my records. I went in the school, saw the illiteracy rate and snorted. Most of the kids lived in the projects, meaning that drug sales could be distributed. I went in, I made almost everyone doped up, I destroyed property so privacy was limited, and security was up-the-ass tight. Making people who did drugs in the bathroom to withdrawal because they can be caught may sound mean, but really. They should of done it in the first place to begin with. Some of the magnesium powder that I made, I gave it to some kid, and he sold out. I told him where to get the strips for a price though. Anyways, extortion is a talent done by practice, and position of power.

Violence
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During those 3 years, I was a violent guy. I became more darker, demanding bloodshed and extreme antipathy, I would send groups of my 'mob' to attack people. During my 2nd year, I was king of the world, I controlled everything. I retook over all the turf I had through because a revolution in my old school via commands on my cellphone. The new school, a portion of the 50 came with me because we all had to transfer. We took the school over by storm. A fine example of my violence would be in my second year in my reign, when I playing golf with some rich snob. He kept making comments. I told to shut the fuck up. He laughed and pushed me. I played golf alright. I played it really unorthodox. When I was done. I never got called due to a fear of me starting a really bad riot in the school. The stuff was put in my records, but it was determined it was never looked into action. I was considered a deity at the time, until I left that school.

Drug trading
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When I went into KC, I had to fight for right to live. I eventually made with a general's son, and a one of my original members of the of the 50. The sadistic one. The three of us went through hell, and we flipped the table on them with the false drugs we had. I did have to deal with the dope wars. I had to fight other distributers for the turf to sell. I always snuck about into the nurses office as sick. Grabbing packs of tablet morphine, ibuprofenin in my hood. I walked out with mixed bag amount of the two. I was lucky and stole two bottles of liquid tylenol, one green and one cherry flavored, I sold them by quarter ounce. So a bottle would equal around 50 dollars. The pills were given to the associates I had. If I made almost everyone doped up, we three could head to high school and leave all the shit behind.

Aftermath- Epilogue
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I managed to ruin a thousand people lives. 800 of them are now considered illiterate. I've done almost every type of crime possible known to man except, any manslaughter, homicide, 'death related or severe damage to the mind and body' crimes. Well except for the mind. I mindfucked 800 stupid cock sucking bastards to actual read a fucking book about history, and not dumb redneck and/or fucking rap. I destroyed two schools. One physically, and I mentally scared another school. And I got away with it.

So what did happen the sadistic one, the 50 people, the general's son? I'll tell you. Life is a fragile alliance. A paper-thin one. The general's son wanted to go to military school. Godspeed, my friend. The 50 people are in the same branch, in high school. Everything has toned down. Except for the middle school, the same brought will have my emblem carved on a wall. A word... called Salv Hist. That's what we called ourselves. It was a crucial name at the time. The sadistic kid went on to be a really cool kid, he no longer messed up and shit. He still extorts people though.

Example of what I made some people into.

HowTo

Be intimidating; First, kids. Go to a conditioning class, and lift weights correctly. After you do this for a while, you get muscles, and you get stronger. Then shower; The age old myth that stinky bullies are evil is wrong. You don't want to be a bully, you want to king of the world. When you shower, make sure you put a type of oil on, it makes your skin look better, and you'll get a batter tan. When you do that; mock weaker people. Not physically weak, but mentally weak.

Examples
. Obnoxious fat women - call them fat
. Emos - Tell them up the highway, not across the street.
. 'Anarchist' - Tell them that anarchy is gay, and you hope that their parents get killed by pyrotechnics

You get the point.

Starting a gang; First, you start being helping out loners. Then start to get to know them. Take them out for drinks, play some games and bam they spill their hearts out. Then group them together, and work co-op with them. Then they'll scout out for certain groups they hate, and then you could start out with a malicious stuff tho them.

GANG CHART;

Non-existent 1-4 members - You start out anonymous, and then you help more people. Make sure it's a closed door policy. School authority doesn't know

Small group 5-9 members - Sabotaging can be used to take down other groups, this is when people notice you. School Authority doesn't really know nor care.

Large group 10-20 members - This is when you start promoting people to right hand men. This is when you can start warfare with other large groups, and gangs. The school will question, and get suspicious

Gang 20-40 -You are known, depending on how brutal you are, you will appear as a ganglord, and you'll be dogged by the school authority. You can start taking over other gangs by intimidation.

Mafia 40-90 - You are the shit, you own the school. You will remembered as a good or a bad person. The school can't do anything to you without worrying about a riot.

Nazi Germany 90-120 - You've completely taken over the school. Just that school, nothing else. You can get your righthand men to recruit more people until the end of that school. The school is looking to put you in a prison but skeptical, your parents have been informed but more likely they can't stop you. You are the man. You are the law, you are Hitler.

Napoleon's reign Everything - You are the king of the area, you can destoy that school for the hell of it. You walk the halls of your old ones, you see flashbacks, you will see the areas of the places you have first extorted. The teachers have a sadness for you, they may have liked you, or hated you. They are the former shells of themselves. They have never someone so unique such as you. The new school; They think they can break you. You look at them and say fuck you. All the old recruits are with you. You wear nice clothing, you bring in expensive stuff, and you donate to charity like no one else. It's all to ease your image. Then you strike with the underground. You shake the floor. You make the cops come in the school, and arrest the falsifiers. You lie to live. If you don't you face some jail time kid, don't look back in the past and regret. Just learn from your mistakes. You will leave one day. All the small time buddies are now damaged or in drugs because of you. For you are a asshole who will freeze in the ninth layer of Dante's inferno.

Good or Bad leader; I'll start with the good side, then end with the bad side.

Mother Teresa-Virgin Mary; You are the nicest person in the world, everything has been redesigned. Everyone is clean from corruption.

Godly saint; Everyone thinks you are a angel, you don't hurt people. You have taken the school over for the better good

Saint; You are a nice person, don't smoke, you have taken the school for good reasons.

Good dude; You are a cool guy, you work with the school. You do this and that. You get occasional cheers.

Average; You have no actual morality, when you take the area you may clean it or diversify the area.

Dark leader; You are a cool person, you seem a little tainted but in reality... you do have a small mean streak.

Abusive leader; You aren't a EVIL person. But you do seem a little power hungry, you can be humble. But you can be greedy and small scale riots and you send out policing forces to attack people.

Asshole; You cast a dark dreary shadow on the school. You do the drug trading, prostitution in bathroom stalls, you can fondle some girl's brests and fuck her without her telling anyone. You treat people like shit

Hitler; You destroy everything for you personal favors.
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Paradise lost; I'm now a nobody. How does it feel? Not bad, but depressing. You had money, fame, fortune, and power. You destroyed people's lives for your favors, it felt quite fun. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed my gang. I enjoyed being sent to the office where I would get toe to toe about total annihilation of the school. I enjoyed to sabotage people. There was one kid I did notice. He had eyes shining, they were dull, while everyone else were bright. For a kid, he was very inactive. I walked up to him and we had a full conversation. I gave him all my power and left the school. He never did once call me sir, or tick me off. I was proud of him. Now I want to tell you about the last day of that school. It was apocalypse by the time I ruined it. The day they noticed I gave my farewell speech was the day they sent the cops on me. I had a hit, I called the kid to send a members to escort me out, for I was to bust out the back and they would have a ride to pick me up and drive me to my new home. At the time, we were kids. We didn't have guns or anything, but we did have weapons. Traps, napalm, molotovs and everything were almost being lit. My escort had airsoft rifles, and capguns. All they could was distract. A pyrotechnical squad of the school leader blew out the power so we can stealth out the power. The fuzz identified me a kid with a black shirt, a dress suit, blue jeans, and good shoes. I got in a wifebeater, a bowling shirt, and into converse shoes. I was scot-free. We get in the sedan, and we slowly peel out. We get to my house, where my summer break began. I went to a private school, while my friend sabotaged the info and wiped out all the bad info. I was 10,000 in the sky away from that dump.

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