The Art of KillingA Story by OnlyNeedSecond"and now the curtain rises"1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3, 4... Those were the numbers he kept counting as he walked down the stairs to a secret room. It's dark and empty place but as you walk along, a bright red door full of roses waiting at the end. He entered, a slow melody piano music is playing. Inside the room it looks normal just like other empty room. However, there's a curtain hanging at the right side of the room. It's red, massive and looks like those massive curtain in the theatre. "So, did you do what i taught you to do my little bird?" He asked very gently. "Yes my lord" with a gentle voice. "Brilliant! and now the curtain rises." A melancholic music begun as he disassembling a fresh corpse which seems to be real dead body of a woman. "I will make you beautiful" he quoted as he smiled. He removed her legs and beautifully stitch every part of her that were opened with his precious tools. He hanged her and tied her hands together onto a string that was connected into her neck. For Flyn he wasn't satisfied yet. He removed her right eye and replaced it with a red rose cover with her blood. Psychopathic as it sound but for him the ecstasy of killing is indulging throughout his body every moment of his show. At last just as the music about to end he put the remaining blood on her left eye to make it look like tears. And there is what he called perfection. "Magnificent" he whispered. The last peace of the year for Flyn has finally finished for him. "What do you think of the final peace of the year my little bird ?" he asked. "Splendid as always my lord" said by the little girl. "Four people kept missing every month, not single trace was found" said by an officer hopelessly. "There is no such crime that can't be solve" said by a detective. "How would you start solving something like this, the culprit is almost invisible. He's no ordinary man, he leave no trail behind" he asked. "Think about it Mr Jones four people kept missing every month at certain places. and we know these started three years ago" he questioned him thoroughly. Mr Jones wasn't really sure what he's trying to say and so he asked him. "So what are you trying to say?" "The murderer is obsessed with number four." "This year will be poetry" Flyn said to himself. A new year has started for him which means a new compulsory for his art. He's now preparing for his first victim of the year. He begun cleaning his tools for the first show of the year. He wiped it down four times. However he isn't pleased yet and wiped it again four times. Though it's already clean, he couldn't stop until he was sure it was clean. He couldn't be sure it was clean until he wiped it down once again for the fourth time. "Wonderful" he whispered. "The stage is set my Lord" said by the little girl name Lora. "Well then, lets start the show". © 2017 OnlyNeedSecondAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 25, 2017 Last Updated on May 26, 2017 AuthorOnlyNeedSecondLondon, United KingdomAboutLearning English through reading and writing short stories. more.. |