She sat at a table outside. He could hear her pulse. He was insatiable. He lunged with such #velocity it sent them both through the window of the cafe. Surrounded by glass shards and screams, he tore her throat open with his teeth. They pried him from her body, blood dripping from his chin. #vss365

He felt a thwack to the back of his skull. His left cheekbone caught the edge of table and his #orbital bone cracked in two. The sound echoed through the now quiet house. The smell of his warm blood filled the air. He opened his right eye just in time to watch the hammer smash into his nose. #vss365

He liked the solitude of the Alaskan wilderness. He was a #stellar hunter, cold and calculated. He maneuvered in the shadows with stealth and precision. Nobody knew about the blood soaked ice shack on the frozen lake. He knew that no one would hear them scream out in the middle of nowhere. #vss365

His lips were turning purple and his body pale. She loved that shade of soft blue just before a body goes fully cold. She ran her fingers along his strong bicep. He trembled under her touch. She placed another block of ice just below the base of his skull #knowingly. It wouldn’t be long now. #vss365

She was stoic and beautiful but behind her eyes, it was there. She was a bit feral. #Crazed. Unbound. Her tortured past would bubble up, always just below the surface. News reports warned of mutilated bodies scattered around town. Nobody would suspect her. Unless they’d seen it themselves. #vss365

Red and blue lights flashed outside. Bloody entrails led them down a hallway into a bedroom where her body was splayed open. She was smiling. The young one ran and puked outside. The aged one stood #mystified. All he could think was that the blood would never come out of the hardwood floors. #vss365

A spring breeze ruffled the sheer curtains. The scent of lilacs carried through the air of the open window. She was light on her feet, her blonde hair #bouncy and shiny. She hummed “Another One Bites the Dust” as she folded the laundry on the edge of the bed next to his lifeless, naked body. #vss365

“ESP?” she scoffed. “Do you send telepathic messages to Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster too?” “Only to Mothman,” the blind woman said. The reporter smirked. “What’s he like?” “You can ask him. He’s here.” She feels a sighing breath on the back of her neck. #vss #sff

Large boulders jutted from the ground. Her feet slipped on craggy rocks. Stars blanketed the night sky, the moon a mere sliver of itself. She shivered against the cold breeze. He smiled as they reached the summit. With one small push, her screams echoed through the #mountainous landscape. #vss365

You and I, and everyone you know, is made of stardust. Yet we never fully see the light we cast, or how it composes the constellations of others. But rest assured, Somewhere, You are a guiding star. #vss #sff

His smile could stop traffic. His accent made women swoon with one word. She was completely #enchanted upon seeing him. She followed him for weeks, hoping to “bump” into him. It finally happened. He paid her no mind. Fueled by rage and lust, she sliced his beautiful face right off his skull. #vss365

Her body had become limp and pale from weeks of slow bloodletting. The cuts were #minuscule. They covered her naked body from head to toe. He made each slice with precise perfection. Almost to the point she couldn’t feel it. His body filled with passion as her eyes went dull and lifeless. #vss365

Everyone stared and whispered. Pinned to her locker was a photo of it, her first #kiss. All eyes were on her. They had set her up. From down the hallway they laughed. The girl saw red. Before anyone could stop her, she’d ripped the blonde’s entrails straight from her gut with her bare hands. #vss365

He knew what to look for the first time it happened. He’d seen the drawings, where the bodies were hid. He knew he’d found the perfect #lacuna to hide them even if he had to stack them on top of each other. He found a place, too. But he knew that unlike Gacy his secrets would never be found. #vss365

A sour smell filled the air. She could taste the rot in her mouth and stifled the urge to vomit. She felt around in the #dark searching for a light. A thick squish underfoot. A match flickered. Blood stained every inch of the empty the room. The knife slit her throat before she could scream. #vss365

Her skin was soft under his #touch. Her hair smelled of lavender. He watched as the rise and fall of her chest slowed and she stopped struggling against his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, cold and purple as her final breath escaped her lungs. #vss365

A single tear slid down her cheek. The #ache she felt in her chest was too heavy to bear. Her breath came shallow and labored. She started to shake as her ribs cracked one by one. The sound was deafening. Her sternum split down the middle. He held her pumping heart in his hands with a smile. #vss365

A whisper. His #bones shattered under his skin sending slivers through him as he crumpled to the floor. He writhed in agony. Blood poured from his eyes. He tried to reach for her but his muscles had liquified. She nailed his still alive body to the wall, next to the others in her collection. #vss365

The house moaned and the stairs creaked under her footfalls. She stepped to the landing and her face fell #pale. Standing in front of her was the lady in white. She froze in place. They’d sent her into the decrepit house as a joke. Outside, they ran at the sound of her blood curdling scream. #vss365

I wiped my palm across my brow, mixing his #blood with my sweat. He stared at me, unable to speak. I held his tongue between my fingers high with a shake. He quivered as it dropped to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes filled with terror as I aimed the knife directly at them with a smile. #vss365

Brown water dripped from the decrepit ceiling. The air smelled of rot and sweat. The chains wrapped to her wrist rattled against the pipe as she stirred. The gaping #wound had become infected and was leaking something yellow. She knew it wasn’t long now. He’d been digging the hole for weeks. #vss365

The sky was pitch dark and star mapped. A #lambent glow flickered in the distance. The barn, long deserted cracked and popped as flames licked the night air. She watched embers smoldered around her. As the heat grew stronger, she knew they’d never find all of them buried under the ashen hay. #vss365

They roamed the halls as she slept, moaning in agony. Each #ghost had a gruesome story. One of them missing half its face, jagged edges of skin hanging on bone. Another missing limbs chopped off by axe. Each of them angry and screaming at what she’d done to them in her damp, rotten basement. #vss365

He sliced the blade along the length of his skin, watching as the wound opened and fresh blood poured down his arm. He loved the way the #pain made him feel. He wanted them to feel the same. So each time, he moved slowly as he slide the metal across their throats, reveling in their screams. #vss365

She quivered under the cold metal of my scalpel. She screamed as the blade sliced through her skin. The scent of her blood filled the damp air. Her body trembled violently and I watched as her #soul slipped from her body. Her eyes, once filled with terror faded to dull. It was pure delight. #vss365

Rest in peace, go in power, Alex Pretti. We will carry on the fight. --Street art by Topsy.

He ran his filthy finger along her jawline. She shivered under his touch. He winked and headed for the bathroom. She glanced around and #slipped powder into his drink. The bartender looked the other way after handing her a straw. He drank his whiskey and pulled her towards the door. #vss365

I smiled as his limbs strained to #bend the wrong direction. His elbows sprung forward and the bones pierced through skin. His knees buckled inward. His body crumpled to the floor. He writhed as each of his fingers shrunk in on themselves. He tried to speak and his teeth fell from his mouth. #vss365

It was was early fall. The air filled with the scent of jasmine and the sound of sizzling meat. He had perfected the art of grilling, knowing exactly how to #sear the flesh just right. Her gentle perfume lingered, mingling with the metallic smell of her fresh blood dripping on the floor. #vss365

She wiped a tear from his cheek. He searched her eyes, hoping to find something #heartfelt. He found only darkness and rage. Terror set in, and he went back to howling. The gag in his mouth was sour, soaked with his sweat. His body shook as she plunged the knife deep into his fleshy stomach. #vss365

I watched as her body went #wonky. Her bones snapped. Her elbows shifted forward and her kneecaps popped backwards. She tried to scream and her jaw unhinged, dangling in her mouth. She reached for me, and her fingers shattered one at a time. Her spine broke in two and she fell to the floor. #vss365

Nobody noticed the severed head dripping blood on the #stoop. They all rushed past hurriedly, not bothering to look up from their phones. A man in a Versace suit slipped in the puddle of slick liquid and cracked his skull on the cement. Still, the passersby simply stepped over his dead body. #vss365

The box was placed on the table. The decrepit smell of rot and decay filled the office as they cut the tape. A note attached read “Special #delivery for Officer Reynolds”. She entered the room, a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose. Inside sat the bloodied, mutilated head of her mother. #vss365

His house was a beautiful Victorian. It had a wrap around porch and a turret. It sat off the gravel road half a mile. The inside was full of ornate wood and arched doorways. He would #adorn the mantel with his trophies. The ear of his first. The ring finger of another. The eye of his last. #vss365

It started slowly. He tugged and pulled. The air filled with smoke and the scent of gasoline. He smiled, giddy, as it roared to life. The #symphony of the chain sliding along tbe blade accompanied with the grinding and crunching of bones blended with her violent screams. It was pure joy. #vss365

The house was dark. I thought it strange, but continued on. As I got closer, the house shifted as if holding its breath in anticipation. I was #spooked and as my foot hit the porch, the door flung open. The air filled with the smell of rot. A slimy hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me inside. #vss365

He was know as the #oddball of the neighborhood. Quirky. Different. None of them knew how different until the neighborhood starting smelling of rot and decay. Neighbors complained and eventually called the police. They were notified that two streets over, every single person had disappeared. #vss365

He was covered in dirt and smelled ripe and sour. He was rambling on unintelligibly. He tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned sharply and yelled to stop with the #balderdash. He turned back to the woman in the red dress. In an instant, the dirty man slit his throat from ear to ear. #vss365

Her paintings were full of #abstraction. The art was thick and visceral, hanging on the canvas. When asked where she found inspiration, she was vague. She never mentioned the pile of rotting flesh in her basement she used to create the thousand dollar works of art people hung in their homes. #vss365

Sitting on the porch, she finds #delight in the dewy morning, watching the mist rise from the fields as the sun awakens. The soft lull of music wafts out the screen door. Nobody would ever expect to find the pile of decaying bodies buried beneath the wildflowers dancing in the spring breeze. #vss365

He could feel his skin falling open, his blood dripping onto the ground. He tried to scream. The taste of rot filled his mouth bound by a dirty gag. The smell of gasoline filled the air. A struck match being lit pulled him from the memory. He told the police that was all he could #recall. #vss365

The #memory was faint, like light filtered through paper. The smell of fresh, warm blood filled the air. The sound of screaming pierced the silence. The cold blade of the knife echoed on her fingertips. “Tell me what you see,” the therapist asked. All she could do was smile. #vss365

She was flowy and calm, like a gentle spring breeze. She wore flower crowns and a gentle smile. She was a revered #boho artist. Red was the signature color of all her pieces. She would find a muse and use their blood on her fingertips to create the works that hung on gallery walls. #vss365

No one suspected him as most never noticed him. Though once night fell, he became alive with vigor and charm. A #vespertine creature. He went from drab to sleek. Shy to lively. He was a true Jekyll and Hyde. The women of town adored him. The cops couldn’t find him. Hiding was his best skill. #vss365

In the middle of the night he rowed the old boat to the center of the lake. The whole town knew the depths were too far down to measure. Only the twinkling stars bore witness as he rolled her body over the edge. She sunk deep into an #aphotic graveyard below, settling with his other victims. #vss365

She couldn’t help it. He was good looking and #suave like the men on the covers of novels she read. She followed him home, his hand wrapped in that of some blonde. She waited until the house went dark. All the cops found the next day was a blonde head of hair and house dripping in blood. #vss365

He tried so hard to fit in, but it never took. He was always the outsider. The day he could no longer see his #reflection, he snapped. The rangers came in when the neighboring town reported a putrid smell in the air. They found hundreds of mutilated bodies in a pile in the center of town. #vss365

“There’s nothing better than a well #timed lie,” she whispered. “We’re staying at Hayley’s tonight, mom”. She smiled at her mom. That night, behind the old gas station, they lured in him with their coy smiles, then ripped him limb from limb. The cops would never suspect two teenage girls. #vss365

All I ever wanted was to be #relevant. I tried to show them. To make them notice me. I left them out with small clues. Enough to notice the importance of my work. They only talked about what I’d done but not why. That was until I left the police chiefs end trails on the steps of city hall. #vss365

They were paid by the pound and liked having a #measurable pay scale. It made picking easier. The bigger the target, the more money they’d make. They didn’t care what happened to the body after they’d turned it in. Plausible deniability. That was, until one of them was someone else’s target. #vss365