Authors Note: I add this authors note so you the reader don't make any judgements about me. First off, I wrote this story because ever since reading American Psycho, I wanted to do a story from the killer's POV. I made a previous attempt in A MODERN VAMPIRE TALE. The second time around, I decided to try it from the POV of a killer. I hope you enjoy this story, and I want it to be known now I have nothing against homosexuals and have no hatred of women. Only the character I have created harbours these hatreds. I just wanted the opportunity to attempt to write a VERY VIOLENT story. I have nothing else to say except...ENJOY!!

Made A KILLING Today

The annoying buzz of the alarm clock wakes me up, I gotta get one that has a radio built in. I sit up in bed, and look over at it, the time is a little after 12 noon. I get out of bed, and walk into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror, I notice that I look like shit. Everytime I look at myself, my appearance looks worse and worse. I haven't shaved in some two weeks, so there's quite a bit of facial hair. As I look at my reflection, I notice that my shirt is covered in blood. What the fuck did I do? I can barely remember last night. Did I not remember killing someone again? I find this all too weird, cause I do remember a dream I had. There's this girl; she's in her early to mid twenties, blonde hair, perky tits, hot body. I'm following her from a bar that she just came out of. She notices me following behind her, and she begins to run. My walking speed begins to increase, as I continue to follow her. She runs into an alley, and I follow behind her. Just as she thinks she's gotten away, I grab a hold of her hair. I move up her hair, and grab the back of her head. She begins screaming, so I have to smash her face against the wall to shut her up. I kneel down in front of her, she looks so peaceful lying there unconscious. I bring my lips up to hers, and begin kissing them. I see her open her eyes, and she digs her teeth into my lip. I pull away, to find a piece of my lip between her teeth. Pulling out a knife, I slit it across her throat, hitting the jugular. Blood sprays onto me, as I stand up and walk out of the alley. Was it a dream though? or is that what I did last night. I walk back into the bedroom, and turn on the t.v.
"This is Quentin Scott reporting" I hear the reporter say, as he stands in front of an alley. "This alley in which I'm standing in front of, is the subject of a horrible crime that has taken place. Around eight this morning, a passerby noticed something in the alleyway. On closer inspection, he found it to be the body of a young woman. Twenty-three year old Kimberly Marshall was found with her throat slit, and what appeared to be blood on her teeth, possibly from defending herself against her attacker. That is all we know at this time, we'll report new details as they happen. This is Quentin Scott reporting." I run to the bathroom, to look in the mirror again. As I look at my lip, I notice that a piece is missing. It wasn't a dream, I killed again and didn't remember it. I can't allow that, I like to remember my misdeeds. Well one thing's for sure, I'm gonna have to get out of here. Like in cities before, the police will eventually link murders to me. I'm gonna take a shower, grab my stuff, and I'm out of here.

It's the early evening, as I drive into a new city. I didn't catch the name, but I know it's one of those places that attract lots of tourists...This is gonna be fun! As usual, the first thing I do is find a place to stay. The one thing I hate about cities big on tourism, is the prices for the motels. I guess I shouldn't really complain though, I mean it's not my money I'm spending. Managing to get a room, I go inside and decide to prepare. I place my duffel bag on the bed, and open it up. Most people would think that Richard, sick murdering motherfucker like that, must have loads of weapons to kill people with. Truth be told, I have a couple knifes, a handgun, and a nice little MAC, both with enough clips. I'm not some kind of action hero or something. One of those guys who, somehow has this large cache of weapons. That is why I hate action movies so much. After some thought, I finally decide on a woman first. The thing is, they do put up a fight, but not as severe as if I was trying to kill a guy. I suppose if I'm gonna try and get a woman, better shave and clean myself up. Much easier to kill if you look like a pretty boy, just ask Patrick Bateman. I really gotta finish that book one day, was getting pretty good.

I step into this bar, which also appears to be some kind of nightclub. As I walk by, people notice how great I look in this suit. Not really sure of the brand name, but am sure it wasn't cheap. I stole the suit, among other things when I killed some yuppie cocksucker a few months back. I suppose had I not gone into that gay bar, I wouldn't have met him. Little queer picking me up, and taking me back to his place. Kept insisting that he wanted a little head, I don't think I disappointed him. Noticing that Medieval shit hanging over his fireplace, I grabbed the axe. He barely let out a whimper, as the axe went into his neck. Pulling the axe out, he fell to the ground, blood gushing everywhere. Bringing the axe down again, I managed to go all the way through his neck, causing his head to no longer be attached to his body. As I sit and remember this, I feel someone sit down beside me. I look over, and notice this woman. Looks to be about twenty-five, blonde hair, blue eyes, huge tits. I know girls like this, she's one of those girls that'll suck and fuck you in the washroom if you keep buying her drinks. I look over at her, give her a smile, and order her a strong drink. She looks over at me and smiles, as she slowly drinks it down.
Some time has passed, and I can tell that she's bombed. She tells me that she doesn't feel well, I suggest we go outside for some air. We walk out of the bar, and into an alley where she begins throwing up. As she's hunched over, I pull a knife out of my pocket, and hide it in my palm. She feels me coming up behind her, as she finishes throwing up. I see a smile on her face when I put my hand on her shoulder. She places her hand on top of mine, but is shocked when I move the hand to pull her head back. The knife in my left hand, I slice her neck from right to left. She lets out a gurgling noise, as she falls forward into her own puddle of puke. As I look down, I notice the blood from her neck mixing with her vomit. I flash a smile as I put my knife away, and walk out of the alley.
As I continue my walk, I find that death wasn't all that satisfying. As I walk along, I hear a voice behind me.
"Hey sexy," comes a female voice "looking for a good time?" I turn around to see a woman in her thirties standing in front of me. She's got long dark hair, it looks very greasy. Her makeup looks like shit, and her clothes although very sluty, have some very obvious stains on them. As I look her over, I think that even for a cheap whore this is sad. I follow her as she leads me to some cheap, rundown hotel. Looks like something I read out of this vampire story once, even down to the guy at the front desk. I follow her into the room, and watch as she begins to strip down. She looks at me with a confused look on her face.
"Are you stupid or something?" she asks me "You're supposed to take your clothes off for this, idiot!"
"Sorry!" I say to her, as I begin stripping my clothes off. I watch as she places her body on the bed, and lays there spread eagle. I am more disgusted then turn on, as you can clearly see that she has some type of VD, looks to be genital warts. She tells me to get on top, and do what I have to do, cause she's on the clock. I get on top of her, and begin kissing around her breasts. She lets out a moan, as I place my lips on her nipple. She lets out a scream, as I bring my teeth down, biting her nipple off. She throws me off her to the ground, as she notices the hole in her chest. She runs towards the door, to try and get away. I pick up the lamp beside the bed, and run up behind her. She falls to the ground, as the lamp smashes over her head. As she looks up at me, she can see the madness in my eyes. I pick her up and throw her across the room, as I go over to my clothes. I pull my knife out of my pants pocket, and walk over to her. She whimpers for me to let her go, but I've been having all this fun so I can't. She's forced to watch, as I take the knife and push the tip into her chest. I wish I had a picture of the shock on her face, as I brought the blade down, opening her up. She continues screaming, as I pull out part of her intestine. I wrap it around her neck, and strangle her with it until she shuts up. Feeling her body go limp, I get dressed, take money, jewelry, etc she has on her before leaving. As I walk past the front desk, the guy sitting behind hit looks at me funny. I have a feeling he may know what I have done. I'll let him live for now, but gotta remember to kill him if I see him again. I'm not that far away from the motel, when I hear angry yelling behind me. I turn around to see the guy from the front desk running towards me. He tackles me hard into a brick wall, it hurts! I start punching the guy back, when he brings out his leg and trips me. He stands over me with a smug look on his face, unaware of what I have for him. As he leans in closer to hit me again, I bring a knife up, and stab it into his eye. I feel the blood and eye juices flow down my arm, as I pull the knife out. I watch as he yells out in pain, holding his hand over where his eye had been. The persistent bastard proceeded to run at me again, even more angry then before. I stab the knife into his chest, this causes him to fall to his knees. As I pull the knife out, he holds his hand out towards me, as he falls forwards. Looking around to make sure noone saw what happened, I proceeded to check his body. Having taken any money, etc he had, I searched the rest of his body and found a handgun. Stupid asshole was probably gonna shoot me with this, after knocking me to the ground. I figure I might as well take it...he's not gonna need it anymore. As I stand up, I see a little girl standing in front of me. She looks about seven or eight years old. Long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, this kid was just a marvel to look at. I could see her watching me, as I put the gun in the front of my pants. I call the little girl over, as I put my hand into my pocket. From out of it, I pull a wrapped candy I took from the guys pocket. She smiles at me as she takes the candy, and skips away. As I stand up, I figure I've done enough killing for tonight. I decide to head back to the motel.

As I walk, I think about how much that little girl must have seen. If someone saw me, they'd probably wonder why I didn't kill that little girl. Now I may be a cold-blooded killer, but one thing I'd never do is harm a child. I never want to see harm come to innocent children, which is why I've killed my share of child abusers and Pedophiles over the years. Does society look at me to be a hero for doing this? No! They think that these are just innocent people that were brutally murdered, until they find out about these peoples pasts anyway. As I continue walking towards the motel, I hear a scream coming from an alleyway. As I look down the alley, I see the little girl from earlier. She in cowering in fear up against a wall, only in her underwear. I look again in the alley, and see some middle aged guy standing in front of her, holding her ripped clothes in his hand.
"Just be quiet!" I hear the man say "This will all be over soon." I slowly, and quietly make my way down the alley. As I come up behind the guy, I pull the handgun I stole, out of the front of my pants. I place the barrel on the back of the guys head, and fire before he has a chance to turn around. I watch as the guy falls forward, inches away from the little girl. I watch as the little girl looks up, her face drenched with tears. She runs over, and wraps her arms around me. As I place one of my arms around her, I use my other hand to grab the clothes from the dead guy. I hand them to the little girl, then look at her to speak to her.
"Here's what I want you to do." I tell the little girl "Run home, and tell your parents about what happened. But do not mention anything about me being here, do you understand?" I watch as, with tears still in her eyes, the little girl nods. I watch as she walks out of the alley, holding onto her clothes. A few minutes later, I stand up and walk out of the alley. What a hell of a day this was, I think to myself. I can only imagine what tomorrow's gonna bring. I manage to make it to the motel, and to my room. I drop myself on the bed, and fall asleep not long after.

It's about mid-morning when I wake up the next day. I turn on the t.v, to see the alleyway I was in last night.
"Police are baffled after a fourth body has been found." said some reporter, one of those cocky look I'm on television and you're not assholes! "The most recent victim according to police is that of a well- known child molester local to the area. The other three victims are a woman known to frequent the bars, a prostitute, and the owner of a local motel, where these women are known to take their clients. The child molester was found early this morning, when police received a call from the mother of an attempted victim of the molester. It is not currently known how the child managed to get away. Did she kill the molester herself, or is there some kind of vigilante out there ridding the streets of these kinds of people." As I turn off the t.v, I roll my eyes. Christ! They think I'm some kind of fucking anti-hero like The Punisher or something. Well there in for a bit of a surprise today, and they won't even know what hit them. For everything to work however, I first need to find a car. As I look up the street, I see a nice red sports car. It looks like it can go FAST...it's perfect!

As I drive down the street, I'm glad I haven't forgotten how to hot- wire a car. As I drive, I enter the busy tourist section of the city. Looking at the passenger seat, I see the MAC I have sitting there. Going at a nice speed, my hand on the wheel, I reach for the gun. Holding out the side of the car, I begin firing, hitting three people in the process. People begin frantically running, as I continue firing. I watch as I fire, and people begin falling to the ground, bodies convulsing before falling into a pool of blood. I must have taken out about twenty to thirty people, before crashing. I learned a lesson there, when doing drive by shootings in a busy tourist area, always remember to keep an eye on the road. I jump out of the car, as a small fire starts at the front of it. Running into the crowds, I begin firing at random people. All of a sudden, I hear a bullet buzz by my ear. I turn around to see two cops coming towards me, firing their guns as they got closer. I begin running, and firing back, hitting more tourists in the process. I feel something hot hit me as I duck into an alley. I look down at my leg and see blood coming from a hole in it. Shit! One of those goddamn cops must have shot me. As I rest in the alley, I hear footsteps coming closer. I lift up the gun, and see I have the barrel pointed at two small children. Looks to be a brother and sister, not much more then a year apart. I can tell that they are scared by everything that's been going on, plus the fact I have a gun pointed at them. I lower the gun, and place it down at my side.
"You okay mister?" the small boy asked me.
"Yeah kid," I say to him "I'm peachy fucking keen!"
"Oh!" said the little girl, a mischievous look on her face. "He said a bad word!"
"I'm an adult" I tell her "I'm allowed to use words like that, but you never should!" As I stand up, I can feel the pain of the wound. I look back and smile at the kids, before making my way out of the alley.
"YOU, STOP!" I hear someone yell. I turn around to see one of the cops running at me. I lift up the MAC, and empty the clip into his chest. His body jerks left and right, before falling forwards. As I limp away, I can see that the wound is making a blood trail wherever I go. After some more running, I rest up against a fountain. As I look my reflection in the water, I load another clip into the MAC.
"Hi there!" comes what sounds like a young girls voice. I look beside me, to see the little girl from last night.
"Hi" I say to her "what are you doing out here?"
"I just wanted to thank you for saving me." said the little girl "I was scared before, so I couldn't"
"That's okay!" I tell her with a smile. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug.
"LET THE CHILD GO!" I hear through a bullhorn, as I look up and see cops surrounding me. The little girl removes her arms, and looks up at me with a look of concern on her face.
"It's okay," I say to her with a smile "go find your parents, I'll be okay. " I watch as the little girl smiles at me, before running to find her parents. Out of nowhere, I see a cop grab her and bring her to safety. "LET HER GO!" I yell, as I lift up the MAC and begin firing. The next thing I hear, is the sound of a bunch of guns going off. As I fall backwards, I can feel the cold water of the fountain. I can hear the screams of people, as things begin to go dark. Before my eyes close for the last time, I see the little girl standing over me, tears in her eyes, before a cop takes her away.

THE END