Dead.

Gerard:

I can see Toro leaving Ol' Als. He seemed to be in his own head, focusing on something. Poor Toro, not knowing that he had just left the next victim alone, an opportunity for me.

I smirked a bit as I looked through the window of the restaurant. I can see Jenna. She was wiping down a few tables. Her long brown hair that was in a braid, rested on her shoulder. I stared at her. She seemed scared, worried.

I lit a cigarette, putting the end in between my lips, inhaling the nicotine. I focused on Jenna who was talking amongst her co-workers. She placed her notepad down, keeping an eye on her co-workers as she headed to the coat rack near the door. She snatched her jacket before waving to her co-workers who waved back as she headed out the door.

I smiled, throwing down my cig into a small puddle. I made my way across the street to Jenna who was making her way to her car. I rushed to her, noticing she was already about to open the car door.

I stomped, smacking my hand against the car door. Jenna froze, her eyes widened. I panted, "Hi."

Jenna stared at me, but she didn't say a word.

"Listen, I would like to apologize for my behavior-it very inhumane of me to do." I added, my hand still against her car door, "I was a fool. I was having a bad day. My partner had broken up with me, and I just couldn't keep my rage inside."

Jenna looked at me, "You're gay?" She seemed more comfortable.

I chuckled, "I like to describe myself as pansexual, ya know?"

She smiled a bit, "No, I'm straight-but I do what's it's like to be broken up with." She added, "I was dumped for another girl."

I frowned, "Well, that guy was an idiot."

She laughed a bit, "Yeah, I tell that to myself too."

I moved my hand away from her car door, "Again, I'm so sorry for the scare I gave you."

"It was a big one." She admitted.

I nodded in agreement, "I understand." I sighed, looking around in the dark, "I better head home...it's a long walk, but maybe the killer will take a night off," I laughed. I stuffed my hands in my pocket, "Cheese isn't that bad," I smiled, "Bye," She gave a silent wave that was weak. I turned my back to her, walking slowly away. I waited, and waited. Until finally-

"Would you want a ride?"

I grinned to myself but retreated it as I faced her again, "I wouldn't want to be a bother."

Jenna opened her car door, "It's no bother." She signaled her head to the passenger seat.

I smiled, touching the tip of the knife inside my pocket, "I really appreciate it." I made my way around the car to the passenger side when I noticed a young female staring at my direction. She had a bag of trash, standing near the garbage can. There was a single light pouring over her, I can see that it was a girl and that she worked at Ol' Als, but her facial features were hard to detect.

I quickly turned away, crouching low as I opened the car door. I sat down, staring at the side mirror to the girl who was peering at the car. If I couldn't see her facial features, she couldn't have possibly seen mine because of the night.

"Ready?"

I broke out of the gaze as I smiled at Jenna, "Yeah."

The car pulled out of the parking lot, but I can see the girl running to the car, waving her hands up, trying to get Jenna's attention. I tapped Jenna's thigh, "My house is that way," I pointed away from the woman who was running to the side of the car as we drove off. I glanced at the rear window, finding the shape of woman standing on the street far behind us.

I smiled.

Jenna asked, "Where do you live? What street?"

I bit my lower lip, "Skyline."

Jenna looked at me, "Really?"

"Yup. I know most of the houses are under construction, but my house is built up already."

"Hmp." Jenna shrugged, "Okay."

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It was always easy for me. Dragging a body that struggled into a building, covering someone's mouth. Jenna was a fighter, I'd admit. When I wrapped my arm around her mouth, she bit into it, making me flinch. I tightened my jaw as her teeth deepened, shooting stings up my arm. When we entered the house, I slammed her down onto the floor. She groaned, clenching her body. I massaged my arm, "You fucking brat." I kicked into her stomach, making her cry a loud. I went over her body, placing her hands down to the side, "Shut up."

Jenna spat at my face, "Fuck you."

I smirked, "Okay then." I pulled out the knife from my pocket, aiming for her arm that rested on the floor. I shot up the knife in the air before injecting the knife through her arm in a single shot. She cried aloud, "No, no, no, no," I moved my hand away, placing it on her blouse. Blood dripped down to the side of arm as I opened her blouse, exposing her patterned bra. Jenna looked in horror or shock as I unzipped my pants. She shouted, "No! Just kill me! Please," Her skirt was easy to slide up, and her matching underwear was easy to slide down. I never did enjoy having sex with women, but it did feel interesting.

I never cum inside. Never. Not in a woman.

When I finished, I stood over her body, looking down at her. She was done screaming, her face was red. Her eyes were weakening. I zipped up my pants, "Tell me to end your misery."

She didn't speak. Her brown eyes stared up at me, that was it. But I read her eyes. She wanted it to be over. I crouched beside her, taking out the knife from inside her arm. The crackling of bone was music to my ears. Her blood flowed from her arm, and I took in her pain as much as I could before slitting her throat ear to ear.

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