A Killer and Tom

A tall, buff man stepped into a dusty, empty shed after an outing of
killing. His
name was Rube. He was wearing a red shirt and red pants. Rube's hands were
covered with blood. In his right hand was a knife covered in his victim's blood. He had
just killed
three more innocent people.

His eyes adjusted to the light given of by the hanging lamp. He was
surprised to
find a skinny teenager turning around to see what had made the noise of stepping
in. The teenager was wearing a blue t-shirt with a skull design on it and green
shorts.

"Who are you," asked Rube.

The teenager didn't answer. He was looking at Rube's bloodstained hands wondering if he had made a mistake in doing his friends dare.

"Who are you," Rube asked again his voice sounding angrier.

"T-T-Tom," stuttered the teenager.

"What are you doing here?"

"Doing a dare," answered Tom.

"Well, I'm going to have to kill you but I'll tell you why," said Rube.

"I hate everyone. People ruined my life. They took everything that was important to me and destroyed it. I like to see people die. I like to hear them scream as I cut them bit-by-bit. I like to see their blood spill. I like to hear their bones crack as I break them so they are easier to cut. It brings me much pleasure."

Tom couldn't move. Rube grabbed him and started to break is bones. Tom let out a scream as he broke his hand.

5 Hours later.

Rube put the remains of the unlucky teenager in a garbage bag. He walked outside in the early morning light to the nearby dumpster. He threw the bag into the dumpster and headed back to the shed to sleep until tonight when he would kill again.