April Winters, now called Autumn Summers met The Head-Killer once. She's the sole survivor. He escaped authorities. He wants his one and only back. He thinks there is only one way to drive her back into his arms. She needs to know he still wants her. Dean is the agent assigned to this case. He needs to find a way to protect Autumn. He needs to find a way to stop The Head-Killer from wanting her, for he wants her himself. It's going to be a crazy ride. Will Autumn and Dean come out on top? That's the question I'll leave you with.


6. Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - The head-killer’s POV - Today was the day. Another kill for me. Another bit of excitement. Another bit of pleasure. This time I would go for someone quicker. I need to get rid of something down below. I walked back to the park and this time I took my backpack filled with the stuff I needed to take her. My next one. I sat down on my usual bench and waited. After what seemed like ages but was in fact half an hour I saw someone that I liked. She had the usual black hair and she had her green eyes. She wore no makeup but she didn’t need it. She was good looking. She was what normal people call hot. I call it perfect for me. I started to follow her from a distance but not too far away from her I needed to be able to catch her. I had my tricks. We came by this abandoned neighbourhood. I don’t get why these woman choose to walk here. It makes it that much easier for me to catch her. I pretended to fall. “Ouch fuck. HELLO! CAN YOU HELP ME?” I yelled in the distance. She looked around and she saw me on the ground. Her eyes were shocked and she ran to me. “Where do you have pain? Do I need to call an ambulance? OMG what happened?” She rambled on. I had my hand in my backpack. She probably thought I was grabbing something for my so called injury. “Ouch it’s my ankle.” I lied. She bowed and took a look at it. This was my chance. I grabbed my cloth with chloroform and pressed it in her face. It took like 10 seconds and then she was out. I got up and took my time. There were no witnesses I needed to kill, no cameras I needed to molest. Good I grabbed my backpack and carried her to an abandoned church. The perfect place. I tied her down at the altar and went to my van to grab my other stuff. My knives and saw. I needed those. And I grabbed some more rope. I walked back to the church and saw she was waking up. “W-w-what are y-y-you going t-to d-d-do to m-m-me?” She asked. She was visibly and audibly afraid of me. Good that was what I needed, she would scream. “Well my dear. This is what will happen. First I will play a little with you and after that I will kill you and then I will send your head to a dear friend of mine.” Her eyes grew big in amazement. “WHAT?! NO NO NO! I’M NOT READY TO DIE!” She yelled at me. Not realizing that made it so much better for me. “UGH FUCK ONLY I FALL INTO THE TRAP OF A STUPID BASTARD ANNOYING UGH KILLER!” She yelled at herself. I was going to start with a little fun. I started to apply light cuts all over her body. She wasn’t going to die from them but she would feel them. I wish I had done those to Autumn used to be April. The one that got away. I wish I could’ve killed her. She responded much better than this one. She started to scream while I applied the cuts. “Shut up bitch!” I said to her. She looked at me and quickly shut her mouth. She was getting boring. She stopped screaming and crying. She didn’t beg for her life. I put my knife away and walked to my bag. I grabbed the fuel and poured it over her. It apparently stung in her cuts because she screamed really loud. “Please don’t kill me. Please please.” She started begging. Finally she started begging. “Little too late dear.” I told her. She started tearing up and then the tears fell from her eyes. Finally the reaction I wanted. But it was too late. I grabbed the matches and lit her on fire. Her screams were deafening but after a while they died out. I waited and waited. Do you know how long it takes to burn a human being to the point of no recognition? I waited for forever. But when it was done I looked at my work. I was proud. She looked perfect. I felt the familiar shift in my pants. I had enough time this time. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants to the floor. I took of my shirt. I stood there in my boxers. They were black with smiles on it. Perfect for such an occasion. I needed to cut off her head before doing what I wanted to do. I grabbed my saw and started to saw. Her blood was clotted by the heat of her being on fire. She wasn’t on fire anymore. I was going to post the head when I was done with this. The cutting was harder this time. Her skin was black and rough. Her vessels were like rope. But after a good time cutting I was done. I placed her head in the box and placed it on the altar. I walked to her body and untied her. Most of the ropes were already burned so they weren’t there anymore. But some were partly there, melted to her skin. I grabbed my knife and cut off the ropes that I couldn’t untie. I pulled her body to the end of the table by her feet. When she laid on the perfect spot I spread her legs. I pulled her a little further and then it was totally perfect. I pushed my boxers down. I didn’t have to worry about leaving DNA they already knew who I was. I pushed them down and placed myself in front of her entrance. It was going to be a little bit harder and tighter to do it this time. Her body was burned. I pushed in very slowly. Careful not to hurt myself. It felt amazing. Such a tight glove around my dick. I started to thrust deeper and harder. I could hear something in her rupture. When that happened I could go in even deeper. It felt so amazing. Then I pulled out. I was going to try her other hole too. As I pulled out something fell out of her. It was like a mini mini doll. Awe she was pregnant. Well bad for her and her man. I turned her over and started to push her buttocks aside. As I saw her hole I saw she had done this more often. She was stretched a little. I plunged myself deep inside her. She was even tighter in here. It wasn’t long before I could feel my cum come up. As I shot my sperm deep inside of her I felt relieved. Finally I had my pleasure. I pulled out and got dressed after cleaning up a bit. I grabbed my bag and placed it on my back. I lifted her body off the table and placed it on the chair of the priest. Maybe someday they would find her body. I grabbed my box with the head and walked to my van. I drove to the neighbourhood of where Autumn used to be April is staying now. They had removed her from her own home and placed her somewhere else. Idiots did you seriously think I wouldn’t find her. I parked my van a couple of blocks away and walked till I saw a mailman. I placed my cap on my head and walked to him. “Hey sorry can I ask you something?” I asked him. “Yeah sure.” He said. “Can you post this package for me?” He nodded and took the box. “Oh hey I still have to go to this address I will bring it myself.” He said. I walked away and walked back to my van. I got in and drove home feeling satisfied with the kill of today. With the pleasure I had today. As I got home I walked up the stairs and to my bathroom. I placed my clothes in the fireplace in my room and walked to the shower. My clothes were burning as I scrubbed my skin for any particles of blood. They wouldn’t get me. They would never get me. I am superior to them. I am smarter than them. I am better than them. I am a better person than them. I get these pretty girls out of their misery. They are all unhappy till they die. They love it when I kill them. They love it when I fuck their lifeless bodies. I need to kill someone else. I need to plan my new kill. I need to. I have to. I have to feel the pleasure. I have to feel the relieve. I have to fuck another lifeless body. I need to cut off another head. But not now. Next week. Next week I will kill another one. Another unhappy woman. Another unhappy black haired green eyed beauty! I will be happy. I will be overjoyed. I will get my pleasure I will get my relieve. I will get my fuck. I will get my so needed kill. I need to get to Autumn. I need to kill her. She is the one that got away. She was the most perfect. She was so perfect. I can’t live without having her for me. Without killing her. Without fucking her lifeless body. She is my one true love. A/N Hi, Hope you liked the chapter, if so please comment vote and/or follow, your comments, votes and follows make my day. Next chapter tomorrow. Love, Aukje
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