Bear with me, I'll update as often as I can. Post feedback on my wall or if you want to talk about it more in depth, PM me. Thanks and enjoy! Prologue The death itself wasn't important to me. It was who died that was. Most serial killers took pleasure from their kills. I didn't. I wasn't a normal serial killer anyway. My methods were unique, my style was ever changing and my lust for blood could be controlled. They couldn't catch me. I flip the switchblade around my fingers, the short edge whistling through the air. As it flashed through the air, it glistened and sparkled in the light. I stopped my walking, flipping the blade a last time and closing it, tucked away in my basketball shorts. Looking around, I smiled happily. I was at the field of Samantha Grey Middle School. I started walking across the field ready to find my victim. She was a blonde with green eyes. Slightly on the plumper side, she weighed about 140 lbs, 5'4". She had a cute smile, perky little nose and small ears. Her hair was very long, and waved beautifully every time she turned like she did now, letting me catch her position. I took a phone out of my pocket, selected her number and hit send on my not-so nice text. Stuffing it back in my pocket, I started a jog to the school. My eyes were riveted on my target, watching her read her tiny little pink phone before rushing to the girl's locker rooms. Poor thing, wasn't very stable. Needed someone like me to help her. I ran toward the small crowd on the back top. There were ten, maybe eleven people milling around. In 3 minutes the bell would ring to single all musicians into the MPR to prepare for their concert this evening. Then they'd be gone. I passed them, nodding to a few as a guy did a cat call. I smiled but headed to the girls' locker room. I followed my target into the locker room, locking the door behind me. She was in a shower stall crying. I went to the rack of towels and pretended to be exhausted from my 'run', slumping down on a bench and panting loudly. After a few seconds I stood up and walked to her stall. I knocked on the tile wall. "Hello? Is everything OK in there?" I asked softly as I pulled the blue shower curtain aside. She was huddled there, tears silently running down her face. I looked at her and smiled inside. My face was a figure of concern. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. As I did so the bell rang. She jumped a bit but stayed put. "Kerri.. I... He said... Something... " she started to tremble in my arms and I hushed her as she blabbered on about what Josh had said. Little did she know I had his phone. "Shhh... Jade listen.... It's ok, just ignore him because there are better boys out there, right?" She nodded and wiped away her tears. I helped her up and lead her to the sink. Her eyes were red and she rinsed her face with cold water as I continued to talk softly to her. I flipped my switchblade out in doing so, twirling it under the counter as I spoke. She dried her face and turned to face me as I smiled at her. "Thanks. I need to be calmed down..." She gave a soft smile and turned to walk to the door. I grabbed my towel in one hand, blade in the other. I watched her reach the door and try the handle. "Damn! They locked it. Do you know why..." she turned to finish her question but stopped short. "They didn't lock it, I did." I walked toward her, swinging the knife letting the blunt base connect with her head. She fell forward and I caught her standing. I walked the limp body to the long flat bench in the middle of the locker room. I placed her down and walked to my locker, taking out the rope and bag I had there. I wrapped a loop and around each ankle and ran them to the metal poles the were imbedded in the concrete floor. I did her spread eagle style and tied my towel over her mouth. Satisfied I grabbed another towel, wet with freezing water, and dripped it on her face. She awoke after a few goes and started to silently scream as she saw me with the knife in had. I smiled and looked down. I drew the knife softly across her face making a shallow cut but leaving a red line. Jade Helm. B straight student, first chair flutist. 14 years old. My first blood.