My eyes widened with the metallic click of the Coke Box, which the dropped by wind from the trash barrel. I straightened up with deep breathe to the bottom of my lung of the rotten fruit, moldy bread, burned plastic, feces, laundry odors for the serial killer with sweet heart who lies down on the street .
I stretched my whole body like a bow to take off my morning spike. My first thought was to drink water to ease the sour regret of the heavy meal eaten in the last evening.
Serial Killer with Sweet Heart,
I wiped my beard with my tongue and started drinking from a crumpled plastic water bottle threw it on the floor. Then I went back to the my garbage dump on the street corner. There was no one around. I walked slowly and lied down between the garbage cans.
The arm part of my victim whose I finished at last night was at the tip of my nose..
I was cutting the flesh from bone surface of victim with my teeth. After enjoying this breakfast, I went to bed suckling my arms and making my pillow. I mean, it was just an ordinary day like yesterday for a serial killer with sweet heart.
People and feet were passing over my head with boots, sharp heels, slippers, bare feet … Some were staring at my filthy body and my hairy face. Some pity and some laugh…
I was happy with my life in my own dumpster isolated from the world.
I’ve been spending my life on the street, like tramp, punk, lazy. Even though I am accustomed to street conditions, sometimes it is unbearable cold and I find the solution to curl up in the air-conditioned environment of the Bank ATM. A few of my victims were night visitors of there.
As it darkens, that irresistible urge begins to embrace my entire body again, a passion for blood and flesh. It’s like I see and hear better at night. I want to attack everything that moves. No matter how dark it is at night, I travel around every dark places and look for my next victim.
And one of them walking on front of me in a dead-end street, I approach him from behind and I choke him without a breathe and I take him to my home. I am satisfied with my blood passion and calm down. I cut flesh from bone with pleasure and make my stomach full. That’s how my days going on everyday..
Life is hard on the street, only the strong ones can survive, and at least as cruel as me… Life doesn’t always offer you delicious menus. Finding a victim requires some luck, too much attention, speed and energy. When I’m not feeling good enough to catch a new victim, I eat up restaurant waste.
Sleeping on the street,
Sometimes, I eat the half-uneaten chicken drumsticks, fish and barbecue leftovers in our rich neighborhood’s trash cans. But it can never be as pleasant and delicious as a live victim. Killed one is always sweeter.
One day when I was infiltrated in the street corner, I felt something moving in my hair. I saw a child, a cute boy about 7-8 years old, touching my hair with his fingers and a little bit scared when l opened my eyes angrily,
He became anxious and withdrew. I was angry, but I liked the interest. I closed my eyes and left him keep loving me. Then a well-dressed nurse came to the child and the child stopped mumbling something to me and started talking to her. The child was insisting on saying something by holding the woman’s arm and tugging.
She was taking small steps back and forth as if she wanted to get away from there as soon as possible. The child began to cry, the woman held the child in her arms and cuddled and said something to his ear, but the child continued to cry. Then they were approching me slowly and embraced me with the sounds of a sweet melody.
I was wondering what would happen and waiting without even moving my finger. They took to a luxury car parked on the street corner. They put me on the sidewalk and took the newspaper from the trunk and covered it in the back seat of elegant golden spark car.
Then they looked around and quickly put me on the back seat. The boy looked like very happy, they went to the front of the car and started the car engine and we set off. The journey took about half an hour. The place we arrived was like a white palace in the middle of a huge green garden.
We passed around the pool with inside great marble statue in front of the house and stopped in front of the huge entrance door. Between their arms, we started to climb the marble stairs towards the house. Suddenly, a awful pitbull darted at me with his horrific grunt with his sharp teeth dangling to the ground, .
If there was no thick chain around your neck, I’d be cut in two pieces. The boy hugged the dog’s neck and calmed him down, but my heart kept beating as if it had been trying burst out of my chest. I understood very well how my victims were feeling when they had been attacked by me and I am trying to get out of this shock.
We went up the wooden spiral staircase and I was dropped off to the attic. The boy said something and left me in an empty room with four walls of wood with one window and he went down to the base floor.
I was looking confused, not understanding what had happened. There was no wind here, no stench smelt, the place was purely clean base is polished hardwood every where peace like heaven. Even the walls were covered with wood like a automatic forest.
I retreated into a corner and lay my arms under my head and l am meted with pleasure. A little later the boy came in, had a plate of chicken pieces in one hand and a bowl of milk in one hand. I’ve never moved before and I watched him. I put my head in the plate with my mouth as he left the room. I ate the chickens in few minutes, and the milk was like a god’s favor.
Life Free of Charge,
After this delightful lunch, I lay perky and stroked my belly like king of the darkness. Then they took me to the bathroom. The escape struggle I scraped the bathtub with my nails did not work. They washed me with beautifully aromatic foam and despite my crankiness they are very patient, This endless interest and relevance and mercy was great.
I am not cold anymore, I am not hungry, I am clean and I had a home. These heaven things continued for days. My regular, loved foods are served everday same time and I loved being caressed constantly. Life was beautiful, it was beautiful to be alive, but the killer inside me, the passion for killing sounded more delicious than all of them. Darknees in my mind never leave me free.
l am hungry for flesh and thirsty for blood. I was walking around at night and watching them. Sometimes I wanted to cut them into pieces and eat them, but their kindness, their love, mercy softened even me who is ruthless killer.
Good-hearted serial killer,
Many times I intended but I could not drink their blood. Anyway, my stomach is allready saturated that is the all matter. And also it is an insatiable pleasure their talking to me lovely and caress and mix my hair after feeding me, In time I became a domesticated person who eats, drinks and lie down and sleep.
The world was the same but my world had been changed and I was very happy. After making my stomach full, reaching out to the edge of the window in the attic and watching the garden, sometimes filing my nails in the wooden window and the fresh air coming in through the window… No any words is enough to explain my feelings.
Serial Killer with Sweet Heart;
It was like paradise garden, flowing rivers below. The serial killer on the street had gone, but an angel, a lovely mascot of the host have come. Even though some cheap cat food they bought upsets my stomach but the bacon and ground beef I had in the cupboard compensates for all.
I was the famous enemy of the filthy streets and sewer rats, and in time I became a good-hearted lovely serial killer. l wish this for cats all…
Every cats is sweet. But they are all serial killer not with a sweetheart!