• I laughed quietly as i sat in the funky-smelling pub my hood up to conceal my face. "Hi sir, is there anything i can get you?" The young waitress asked me as she pulled out a pencil and pad smacking on her gum which smelled faintly of peppermint. "No, nothing at all. Do you really think they are going to that Rose killer?" I asked smiling to myself knowing they could never catch me since i leave no fingerprints. I looked around the pub taking in the grisly sight. Nobody was here except me and the waitress, the pub smelled faintly of cigars and stale beer, which was nauseating as i looked back at the waitress. The walls were a dreary gray color reminding me why this was my favorite place and what i was about to do. "Yes, all murderers have to be caught sooner or later." The young woman with the name tag that said Jo answered so surely. "Don't be so sure of that." I growled at her as i stood up and walked towards the old, rotten door. "If i were you i wouldn't walk home alone tonight, i heard he was looking for a new target with the name of Jo." I said giving her a mysterious smile as a look of terror overcame her youthful face. "You're him, aren't you?!" She cried running towards the phone on the bar as i locked the door with a faint click.


    "Honey, don't bother trying to call anyone they won't get here fast enough to save you." I grinned devilishly at her as i crossed the room her frantic voice yelling through the reciever. "Come on, sugar. Just give it up. Nobody can save you now." I quickly pulled out my sharp, army swiss knife and a small pistol. "I'm sorry Jo has to go now." I replied to the operator's voice on the phone as i hung up carefully placing the knife under her throat. "Since i like you i'm going to let you live just a few minutes longer." I said twirling the gun on my finger as i pressed the knife to her neck letting some droplets of blood wet my blade. "Why not tell you a little something about me? Let's see i use tohave a beautiful wife just like you. We were in love so i thought." I paused and wetted my lips with my tongue as i brought the knife up to her cheek and ran it along her jawbone.


    "One day i go to a business trip and i come home early one night with red roses in my hand. You know what i find? My wife in MY bed with my best friend John. You know what i do? I go to the kitchen and grab a butcher knife and i go back in there to teach them a lesson." I laughed wildly as my eyes blazed with craze at the memory my first two murders. "Oh, how she pleaded with me, i can still hear her cries begging me not to hurt him. But i ignored her, he may have been my friend but how betrayed i felt i killed him. I killed him in cold blood scaring my wife so bad i knew if i didn't kill her she would squeal." I stopped and grinned nowing my favorite part was coming up as i got ready to demonstrate everything. "I crossed the room with my knife and grabbed her hair. I pressed the knife's blade to her beautiful neck and slowly cut her juggler vein killing her instantly, yet i kill my victims differently. I make them suffer my pain i felt when i found her and John." I said my voice blank as i looked at her with no feelings in my eyes. "I think you've heard enough of my story." I said grinning at her as i pressed my blade to her neck and cut it slowly while watching the red blood ooze out. "If you're lucky you will live. But if my story gets out i will have to kill you too." I said dropping my calling card and walking out letting her blood ooze onto the beautiful red rose.