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.


1. prologue






- The Head-Killer’s POV -




I sat on my usual bench in the park. This was my hide out. The place I watched my victims. The place I picked my victims. All sorts of people walked by. Some were old and some were young. Old people aren’t my type. They don’t fight as much as young ones. They give up way easier. They won’t scream and yell. They won’t beg for their lives. I need young females. They scream yell and beg the most. They will beg for their lives. They will scream for their lives. They will yell for help. My last kill has been too long. I can’t remember her screams. Her loud screams as I slid her throat with my fish wire. As I looked in her eyes. She looked so scared. Fear was the one thing in her eyes; and hatred. She hated me. I was the last thing she saw before she died. After her I got one other girl. But she escaped. She got the cops to go after me. But they never found me. And she just lives on. She has a perfect life now. She is the one that got away. My true victim.


I needed another kill. I needed the rush. To see the blood. To hear the screams. To torture her. I pretended to read the paper while watching everyone that passed.


After one hour of waiting I had found my victim. She was perfect. Her long black hair waving in the wind while she ran; her green eyes full of joy because was running. Her perfect figure covered with that outfit. Her black yoga pants. Tight around her legs and ass. Her sports bra. Perfectly pink. Supporting her fantastic breasts. She would fight till she died. I knew it.


I got up and walked after her. I followed her through the park; walking about 20 feet behind her so she wouldn’t notice me following her. I needed to know her route. She ran here every morning. I needed to find a place I could get her. Where I could kidnap her. Where I could take her. Take her to my cabin. My cabin with soundproof walls; without windows; in the middle of the mountains. No one would find her. Except her head. Her head would go to Autumn no longer April. The one that got away. She would suffer for her deeds. She would taste the fear. She was going to get it.


Ah perfect. A little alley. The perfect place to take her from. No CCTV cameras. Barely anyone that passes this alley. I was going to set up here tomorrow morning.


I walked back home and went to prepare my stuff for tomorrow. I needed some rope. Some chloroform and a cloth. And I needed my safety. I needed my gun. I glowed in prospect of getting someone to kill. The day went by fast and I went to bed to sleep. I set my alarm at 3 AM so I had enough time to set up in that alley.




My alarm went off. 3 AM. I got up and went to get ready. After I was ready I left for the alley. I drove there in my black van. Perfect 4 AM. Enough time to find a good hiding spot and wait for her to run by. I found my spot and sat there waiting. The art of kidnapping is timing and preparing. And a lot of waiting. I heard feet getting closer. I peeked out of my hiding spot and saw it was her. Looking so perfect. I slowly got up and walked to the entrance of the alley. I grabbed the cloth and sprinkled some chloroform on it. As she passed me I grabbed her pushing the cloth against her nose and mouth.


“Breath.” I whispered in her ear. She whimpered. Then she went quiet. She stopped struggling. Good she was out. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my van. I placed her in the back and climbed in after her. I closed the doors and grabbed my rope. I tied her hands and ankles together and climbed to the front. I started the engine and drove to my cabin.


Once we got there I lifted her in my arms again and walked inside my cabin. I tied her to the bed and placed some plastic underneath her. I wasn’t going to let the blood slip in my bed. I sat next to her and waited for her to wake up. She slowly started to struggle against her binds. She opened her eyes. Fear showed in them. She looked at me.


“Let me go you bastard!” She said to me.


“And why would I do that?” I asked her.


“Why would you keep me? What did I do to you?”  She asked.


“You look like her! And I needed another one.” I whispered in her ear.


“Look like whom? And what do you mean another one?” She sounded afraid.


“You’re going to find out in a minute.” I got up and walked out of the room to my kill room. It was where I kept all of my supplies. The knives. The things to kill her. I grabbed my tools and walked back.


“NO what are you going to do to me?” She yelled at me. I grabbed my scissors and cut of her clothing.


“NO you creep why?!” She started to scream.


“HELP! Someone HELP!”


“Don’t worry dear. No one can hear you.” Her clothes were off now and I grabbed another knife. I walked to her and placed the knife against her neck.


“NO please! Please don’t kill me! I have my entire life in front of me! Please don’t kill me!” She started crying.


“SHUT UP BITCH” I yelled at her. She shut her mouth and looked at me with so much fear. I pushed my knife into her neck.


“NO! Ouch!” She said. And after that she was quiet. She slowly bled out. All of her blood being captured by the plastic beneath her. I waited for her to bleed out completely and after that I grabbed my saw. I slowly cut off her head. That was going to my dear Autumn no longer April. The one that got away. The perfect victim. It pleasured me so much to see her bleed out. I could masturbate on that sight. The fear still visible in her eyes. I felt something stir in my pants. Sadly enough I didn’t have enough time to fuck her headless body. I had to mail that head immediately. I walked to my supply room and grabbed my camera. I quickly took a picture of the body and the detached head and then went on my way to wrap her head in some plastic. Then I placed the head in a box and went to mail it.



Hi dear readers,

I would like to know what you think of the story, I have more chapters finished, but those won't be on here for a while as I would rather finish the book first.

I just thought about giving you a first taste and I wanted to know what people think of it.


Update 31/12/2014

I finished the book, so I'll start to place more chapters on here starting January 1st.



this book will contain extreme violence and explicit sexual scenes.




Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...