Mikey liked murdering. It made him feel... powerful. He liked the color of blood as it dripped down a victim's face, or his own two hands. I and the others are starting to notice the amount of people dying didn't match our own work. I have a hunch it was Mikey, after seeing his face when he watched the news. Every single time a killing was shown, he smiled. His eyes showed pride and satisfaction. Perhaps we could team up? After all, we do have some sort of a romantic relationship. We had gone out on a date the other night, after Mikey got the confidence to ask me out. It had ended with three empty bottles of vodka and all of their clothes on the floor. We spend any extra time together now, just as Frank and I had in high school, when we were dating.

"Hey, Mikey? I have a question to ask you. I think you'll remember it." I said as we were walking around town. Gerard and Frank were sick with Mono, and couldn't come out to 'play'.

"What? The answer is probably yes, if I understand where you're going with
this." He said.

"Are you the new killer? I've noticed the amount of murders going up, and I
don't believe the old ones could do it all." I asked. Just like I thought it
would, his cheeks filled with blood, turning them hot and bight pink.

"I'll answer that question, b-but not in public. You have to answer it as well. Are you a murderer?" He countered. I'll take that as an obvious yes.

"Fine. Let's go into that alleyway over there. No one ever hears noises coming from them." I said. They had this weird, black-hole-like capability to suck in every scream and cry for help. He nodded in response, beginning to walk towards it. I followed, taking note of the sleeping drug dealer in the left corner. He would make a fine example of our abilities.

"So, you answer me first." he said, folding his arms and leaning against the
wall. I answered him by taking my favourite Swiss army knife and stabbing it
into the man's aorta. He woke up with a start and tried to scream from pain and surprise. Mikey struck him on the head with a brick he had found, laughing ever so softly as be felt bone crunch under his stone. The man was unconscious as we dragged him through the side streets in an abandoned suitcase we had found. He was able to fit in after we broke a few bones.

"Does that answer your question?" Mikey and I said simultaneously. I giggled a bit at our minds. We were alike in that way, thinking about what to say at the same time.
We arrived at my mother's old house, both carrying our 'luggage'. Her bones were still sitting in the corner, scratch marks covered the walls from some of Gerard, Frank, and my other victims. They always tried to run. Silly idiots. Our latest victim was placed in a chair and tied down. It would give us the perfect opportunities. I want him to be awake for his death. It'll cause more pain for him, and it's more fun when they scream.

We heard shouting in the other room, the one where we had tied him up. Something about him being able to see bone? He's probably talking about his newly broken arm, or maybe it's his shattered leg? No matter, he's awake, so we can play now.

"The more you scream, the worse it'll be." I said. His yelling got louder. Bad decision, but it won't matter for long. He'll be dead and gone before morning. Mikey grabbed a knife from my deceased mother's kitchen. It was so shiny... I liked it. He ran over and stuck it in the man's leg, watching thick red liquid drip out of the wound like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He ran back into the kitchen and got four more knives, sticking three of them in the man's arms and other leg. It went through all of the limbs, pinning that unfortunate man to his seat. The last one was stuck through the centre of his chest. Screams and cries of agony were a beautiful thing to slow dance to. I finally decided the poor man had had enough. I put him out of his misery via a quick stab to the face, and then to the back of the neck. He slumped over a few seconds later, a final breath escaping his body. 'So... this is love? I suppose so.' I figured in my head, as I sliced into his cheeks. I made sure no hairs or anything containing DNA was left behind, and we went back home. This was an
amazing second date.

Notes

Slow dance
To the misery,
Together
For eternity.
It the blood right there
Distracting you?
Or am I just
Attracting you?