Mission Oriented Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I treated Anton Devereux, the high-profile arsonist who burned two houses with people inside and smiled through sentencing. I evaluated Marcus Hale, the schizophrenic hitman who spoke to his knives more than to me. I counseled Julien Koss, the serial strangler who braided victims’ hair postmortem because “they looked prettier that way.” I even spent eight months treating the Stonemarrow Butcher, the man who carved sigils into his victims’ skin as “proof of devotion.” I’ve stared into the eyes of men who believed God spoke through their bloodshed. I’ve been locked in a room with men who killed without blinking, who confessed their crimes with the same casual tone others use to order coffee.

I'm wearing a skimpy gown, he thrusts his finger past my pant and into my hole. "If you attempt to run again, I'll fuck you right here to paralysis." He laughs out so loud that I shudder. His finger inside me gets me fixed to the spot, I can't move, I close my eyes. I don't know why I should feel this for a great murderer, my worst enemy. He withdraws immediately, then his face which was occupied with anger changes into a tender concern. What a fuck! Does a serial killer has care in him. I fling the thought aside, is it pity I want to feel for this murderer? No, it can't be. I'd be the most foolish person on earth. "Aiden, return me back to my pack or I'll go there myself, you'd come back on

I will make sure of it. We all will because we are experienced to know that it was a hit, a murder directed to get our attention. The killer was a sick twisted fucker who took pleasure in torturing them, and I have a feeling it was to get information. There was a pattern I picked on after hours and hours of obsessing and looking over and over at the crime scene pictures.

he pick up the pillow that I threw to him and harshly smack it to the bed, then he yells and suddenly laughed. What's happening? Why's his attitude became like this. It looks like he don't have conscience. What kind of person don't have conscience?… A psycho. Yeah. He's a psycho. Bullet is a psycho. That's why he's acting like this. There's no normal people would stalked someone they just knew and pretend to be kind. Just Bullet. Bullet is a psycho. Now my questions was answered by my own too. That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity.

He had been one of the most wanted serial killers in history, which alone was a significant title, judging by the lengths he had gone. "I need the image fast, Malcolm. I need to find whoever had done this..." I said as Malcolm nodded, sketching the man's image further. I sat down as some minutes passed by, with my eyes glancing around the paintings, knowing they were made with the victims' blood and were still the bestsellers on the market, with the buyers craving such paintings. "I'm done." A voice jolted me back as I watched Malcolm approach my side. "He seems really great for my taste, but it's sad that i can't have him, or can I, Dominic?" Malcolm questioned. But this man, whoever he was

"Then what are we missing!" "Whoever killed Muller and Simpson is covering his tracks pretty well, Sir. We're certain that it's the same man, a serial killer, because of how the victims were killed. But that's the best we got so far, Sir." "That's the best you've got? Can we tell that to the people?" I have no more answers. I can't keep making excuses for our lack of progress. Damn! I feel so embarrassed! "Get out of my office!" Oliver and I went out of Captain Hansen's office without uttering another word. Oliver's mood seemed to have worsened because of the captain's scolding.

I didn't know what I had said wrong but I just waited for him to be done before I got an explanation out of him. "Okay, let me get something straight first. This man actually raised serial killers, he trained assisans. You actually think a man who did all of that would actually be capable of just stabbing me? No, he would want his own style to be different. He won't just go for the kill, he liked to haunt and if he cant do that with me, trust me he will back off before I could say anything." "So what we should do is not give him an opportunity to haunt," I said.

Now a bit embarrassed of the immaturity I've been showing him, I turn to look at him back and finally open the folder that's lying down the table this whole time. "Fine." I said. "I'm sorry." He took out a pen from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to me. "So this murderer," he began. "His main targets are usually those who live in secluded houses---where neighbors are practically nonexistent." I nodded. "Yeah. And... it says here," I flipped a few more pages. "He's killed five victims so far. No clear signs of motive." It's been a week since Officer Rankin gave me no other choice but to take Clayton Jones as my partner. He and I needed to finish our minor cases last week so we cou

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.