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Serial Killer by qqphotography on

No one ever said this was going to be easy.

Unsuspecting victims are hard to come by. People are so cautious these days.

Personally, I blame the media. The good old days of hiding in a dark alley are gone.

You jump out of the shadows and people just laugh. It’s embarrassing.

Spilling more of your own blood than the victim’s doesn’t lead to job satisfaction, let me tell you.

But I have a plan.

Patience is key. Death will be slow but assured. Creativity over carnage will win the day.

Blood will reign once more.

Going Away Party Gone Wrong 2 by DeepDarkAndHidden

He grinned as he washed the blood from his hands and bathed in the delicious euphoria of the kill.

To him it was like a fine wine. It only got better with age.

No one ever suspected the mild-mannered baker. He lured them in with sweets, and their gluttonous faces became his trophies.

It was a labor of love and he lived for it. One more and he would have his coveted Baker’s Dozen.

One more and he would be legendary.

Like his father before him, blood and the best bread in town was the family business.

Hunted by Mythocraft on

This was a game! They lied!

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

He wasn’t falling for that again. There was so much blood. His heart pounded in his chest and his side ached. He could smell the salt water. It was so close he could taste it. He could make it. He had to. The beach was safe. It was the only certainty left.

Weight crushed his back and claws dug into his shoulders. “I’ve got you!”

He was so close …

A triumphant laugh echoed in the darkness. “Pitiful fools, will they ever learn?”

Blood and Sand by RobotDelEspacio at

Blood dripped into the sand and the crowd roared.
The man across from him was twice his size and just as lethal.
“I will not surrender! Today I earn my freedom!”
Hammer connected with flesh and he crumpled to the ground.
The weight of his shield was too much to bear.
He dropped the shield and struggled to his feet.
He was a slave, but he wouldn’t die like a dog.
Breath fled his body, but his hands were quick.
Blood coated his hands to the hilt of his knife.
His opponent fell, and he was free!