Introduction

It's a different type of scream when you take a life, the way they look at you while they scream. Sometimes I wonder why they even scream when it will do them no good. They are dead either way. I don't know what I'm taking away from them, I just love the feel of their blood coursing in between my fingers and down my arm. I've always wondered what it would be like to be on the other side. Would all my memories pass through my mind as the blade slowly slides through my neck and scrapes against the vertebrae. All I know is that I love the thrill of killing. It's an art that will never go away. An art I've practiced many times and I am yet to master it. Every kill is different, but one of them will be perfect