He saved me when I had no faith in the world anymore. Just two more steps and I would have jumped off the bridge...but he found me and gave me hope,he gave me the courage to move on.
He told me his story and I realized that he has been through worse.
He was a damaged soul.
I gave him my name and my identity to haunt those and make them pay.
He would be the psycho and them his prey.
He became a devil, one that shouldn't exist...he became a man, with no heart at all. All because of one person. His father.
His father created a monster that shouldn't roam the earth, now that monster would make him pay.
For in his book of damnation, he would write their names... because every prey count.
One by one, they will fall at his feet for mercy.
One by one, they will pay for his suffering.
For the devil's messenger cometh.
—By Bengin Valerio
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PROLOGUE : THE BIRTH OF MADNESS
Darkness. Silence. Stillness.
A child's laughter echoes, suddenly shattered by screams.
A small curious mind witnesses horror beyond comprehension.
Innocence lost, a seed of malevolence is planted.
Nurtured by neglect, watered by pain.
A monster blossoms, hidden behind innocent eyes.
The world will soon know his name.
Fear will be his legacy.
For the devil's messenger cometh!
END OF PROLOGUE.
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THE PSYCHOPATH'S PREY PART 1
CHAPTER ONE : DANIEL'S DESCENSION.
DANIEL.
I gazed upon my latest prey, Andriel Martinez, a serial killer who'd met his match.
Twenty-five years of twisted existence, extinguished by my hand.
Six years my senior, yet infinitely naive and stupid. He forgot one rule that guides the world 'never trust anyone...not even yourself.'
My gloves creaked as I grasped my trusty and favorite screwdriver.
My Instruments of agony.
Tools of art.
Andriel's ragged breathing echoed through the hood covering his face.
Denying him the pleasure of seeing his executioner as I never give my victims such pleasure.
"Hello, Andriel," I whispered, my breath dancing across his ear.
Fear trembled through his shackled form.
My pulse quickened as anticipation coursed through my veins as I couldn't wait to begin....I had waited for a long time as patience was one of my good virtues.
Now I couldn't wait to;
To unravel his sanity.
To dissect his mind.
To sculpt his suffering.
The screwdriver's tip grazed Andriel's skin as a shiver ran down his spine.
"Your crimes will be your confession."
"Your screams, my absolution."
"Time for confession, Andriel."
His muffled pleas were music to my ears as I began to weave a tapestry of pain.
Each twist of the screwdriver a brushstroke of despair.
His terror was my masterpiece.
And I was the conductor of his agony.
The darkness closed in and Andriel's world shrank to a single, horrifying truth:
He was mine.
"Mine," I hissed, savoring the possession.
Andriel's screams were like music to my ears.
"Torture" was my art.
I stabbed the screwdriver into his thigh, Blood blossomed, a crimson rose.
"Ah, the nectar of suffering," I whispered, inhaling the metallic scent.
Andriel's agony was intoxicating.
"Do you know why you're here?" I taunted.
His response was a snarl, laced with pain."bastard...how should I know?"
I chuckled, low and menacing. "Your crimes have earned you a ticket to hell."
"I'm the devil's messenger."
My laughter echoed, a cacophony of madness.
"And your pain is my currency."
I twisted the screwdriver making andriel's screams escalate.
"Your blood is my wine."
"I'll drink deep. so deep"
I carved into his flesh as his blood seeped through "damn I loved the taste of blood"
Each wound a testament to my craftsmanship.
Andriel's pleas were music. His terror were my ecstasy.
"You'll beg for death."
"But it won't come."
"Not yet."
I reveled in his suffering which was my kingdom of pain, where I reigned supreme.
Andriel's fate was sealed as his soul, mine to claim.
"You are a psycho, and I'm a psycho...Two peas in a pod of madness," I whispered, my voice dripping with malevolence.
"You and I, Andriel...bound by our love for carnage."My chuckle sent shivers down his spine.
"Fellow travelers in the realm of insanity."
"Brothers in bloodlust."
Andriel's eyes widened, horror-stricken.
"Yet, only one of us gets to walk away."
"Guess who?"
My grin twisted, a grotesque parody of friendship.
"Psychopath"... Andriel growled with a scream.
"Let me finish Andriel, patience your turn will reach that's if I let it"... I said with a smirk on my face as I stabbed his shoulder continuing my speech
"We're not just killers, Andriel."
"We're artists."
"Crafting masterpieces of agony."
"Composing symphonies of screams."
"Our canvas: human flesh. Our brushes: pain and terror."
Andriel's pleas were drowned out by my maniacal laughter.
"Your suffering will be my magnum opus."
"Your screams, my legacy."
The screwdriver glinted in the dim light.
"Shall we begin?"