7 Ways a Way Can Slay

It's Wednesday and Gerard was bored. He had five kids in his basement and was dying to feel the warmth and smell the smell of fresh blood. His only guilt was he almost loved blood more than coffee, and that's saying a lot. Gerard overly loved coffee and this sudden addiction was taking over. He HAD to kill, so he could feel their blood, and see their fears, and feel their lives drip through his fingertips. So, that's what Gerard did. But, he needed coffee, so, he got up from his bed and went down to Starbucks.

He had read a lot about each child but never read anything about the fifth. Almost as if she was kept in hiding or something. Gerard didn't understand it at all but his mind wanted blood not understanding. He needed this, but first wanted coffee.

Once he got his coffee, and of course paid, he walks back home filled with so much thought. Gerard figured since he felt very much like a murderer that he needed to have his own signiture to this, like famous and remembered killers had. He figured he would kill by what they did or something. He wanted to do oldest to youngest to give a pattern. Gerard also wanted to keep a little notebook on simple things just in case the killing made him loose his mind. Also, this would help him keep track of everyone and his way of killing them. Maybe he would kill as many different ways as he could.

Once home he rushes to his room, and grabs an empty notebook and scratches in big letters across the front of it, "Ways a Way can slay." He likes that, so much he had a smile as he wrote down small notes about Ben and Emilys deaths and then wrote down the names of the four children and then put a big "x" for the fifth child in hopes to find more about her. Looking at his list he knew Ashton was the oldest of the five. He also knew she liked to do drugs, so he felt he needed to give her what she wanted.

Gerard grabs his knive, gun, and some rope, then walks out of his bedroom and down to the basement. Figuring since they all where there together he may hav to put up a fight, so he shoves his gun in his sweatshirt pocket. Then, he makes a table ready for her and lays his rope close by. Finally, he goes to a cabnet and pulls out three car batteries. He knew acids would make her scream, then he could watch her face as he cuts down to her heart. Gerard stabs a hole in the side of each and pours the acid into a large container. Then grabs and dumps out a bag of fresh syringes. It was hard work being an organized killer.

Once he felt he was ready for Ashton, he takes a last sip of his coffee, then grabs his gun tight. It wasn't loaded but it would still give plenty of fear effect. Gerard walks to the door and listens, only to find silence. He knocks, feeling he would be rude if he didn't, and walks in. All five looked up at him in fear, and he just kept his straight face as he looked over them all huddled in the back corner. He shuts the door and tries to sound as calm and professional as he could, "Ashton. Stand up, and come here." He pointed the gun at them and held out his hand. The tallest one stood up in tears. He didn't want her to cry like that, he wasn't even hurting her yet. Yet.

He half hugs her and escorts her from the room, thankful no one rejected his authority. She was shaking, gosh he didn't even do anything but lock her up in a room, why all the amounts of fear? Was he really that scary?

Gerard leads her to the table he had for her. He helps her up onto it and ties her down, she didn't scream, only cry and shake. Gerard kept his mind from feeling such guilt, she deserved death and he wanted to feel her warm of the blood flow through his fingrtips again.

After she was tied down good he walks to his table. He wanted to give off that dramatic effect. He had his back to her as he spoke. "Ive heard a lot about you Ashton. 17, drug addict. I also know a lot about your past." He turns around and stares into her eyes. "I even killed your parents." Gerard had filled a syringe with the battery acid and was now holding it in his hand. He sets it down and fills nine more before going over to her with the tray of ten syringes. "I'm not sure if you liked your dad or not, or your mother for that matter. Both seem like horrible influences on you. I'm so sorry for that. We all have needs though. You like drugs, and me? Well I like coffee." He grins as he looks down at her, then at his cup, and then back at her.

Setting down the tray at the table beside the table she was tied to, he goes to her left arm. Looking at all her injection wounds and marks, he cant seem to find a good place, not even between her fingers. He feels a burst of frustraton and that sparks to anger. Gerard punches her in her side and yells. Not one place to inject for full effect. God why the fuck was she so damn difficult? He neded coffee, so he goes and takes a long drink, almost finishing it.

He just takes a syringe and stabs it into her neck. Feeling all his anger bubble and slowly calm as he slowly injected the whole thing into her neck. She screamed so loud he thougt his ears would burst. Gerard punches her side, "SHUT UP!" Then goes to his coffee and takes a sip.

So, instead of betwen her fingers or her arm, he desides everywhere else. Then had placed two into each arm, one in each upper half arm and one in each lower half of the arm. He grins so much each time she showed her obnoxious amounts of pain. Gerard had five syringes left though. He looks her up and down and wanted to stop all her screaming. He placed two more in her neck, one help in each hand, one on each side of her neck, and empties them both at the same time. She looses her scream with that and smiles as he just at random empties the last one.

Once he had finished, he takes hold of his knive tight. He had to do it quick before she died, he had kept her from shock, so that was a good achievement. He grips his knife tight, and stabs deep, and rips a fist size hole into her chest. He throws his hand in fast and tosses his head back by the warm and feel. All the rush of adrenaline thrilled Gerard. He grasps hold of her heart and rips it out quick and holds it before him. His eyes shined as he looked upon the amazing organ. He grins and reaches for his coffee. He drinks the last bit and a bit of blood gets on his face, but he didnt care, he loved it so much.

WAYS A WAY CAN SLAY

Monday - Ben - gun - small fight but nothing I couldn't handle

Tuesday - Emily - knive - she almost loved it

Wednesday - Ashton - battery acid - so quiet.

I hope to get some more good thrill. I even ripped her heart out. Coffee. I still crave it which is good. I'll write again tomorrow of course

Notes

Anyone get the new om&m album?? I DID *-* sorry i wrote this listening to the album... being so sad as always... its nice to channel all the feels

Anyway... next thursday ill hav another chapter up ^-^

Don't forget to smile :3