[[ Yayyy~ Alright. i will finally start the intro...Starting...NOW :DDD ]]

[[I forgot the reason the dude kills, so I just made something up that I got inspired by, by reading all my psychopath books and watching criminal minds xD
And, since our killer is a NPC, you can play him too when you post xD Remember that so I don't feel all bad. I just get really into serial killer things when I write bahahahahaha xD]]

How blissful it was when everything goes my way. The proud feeling when everything goes right. The sweet smell of victory.
Or, in this case, blood. Death. Intoxating death that smelled just like victory. It was all the same.
I stared at the dead brunette girl before me, laying ontop of the cafe countertop. It was around 10:00 and no one was around this part of town. Life without a conscience was like being rich. Perfect. I could do whatever I wanted, without a dash of worry or remorse.
Oh, how blissful it truly was.
As I walked around the dead girl, the whole scene before me just screamed 'Job Well Done', it was as if the angels planned for this all to happen my way. What a blessing.
It all was simple really. My whole plan - routine. I've watched this beautiful brunette for some time now, working at the cafe. Stole my heart at one glance. I could see in every gesture that she made that she loved me. I could feel it.
Before I became this killer - which, I am so proud to be - my mother took me to the hospital when my mind would do crazy tricks. Said, I wasn't normal, and never would be. The diagnosis became that I was 'psychotic'. And, that I had delusions. If that were true, then that meant this gorgeous brunette staring up at me with unblinking eyes never loved me. That the gestures were all in my head, and never really from her.
But, I knew it wasn't true. All these humans in this world had flaws, and they're so pigheaded they decide to take it out on other people by calling them names. Like psychotic. I would be offended by being called that if it didn't sound like such a compliment, like being called a killer. I was proud of being called that.
As I leaned against the countertop, and kissed the stunning - though dead - brunette's forehead, I whispered, "Shouldn't have denied your love for me, Theresa. I'm not afraid to kill. Even the ones I love. Just ask my mother, your sick soul is probably close by her by now." As I looked up from my kiss, two teenagers were a couple yards away.
Maybe the angels weren't blessing me. Maybe the angels thought that me taking Theresa's life because she didn't confess her love for me, was wrong.
The angels probably thought that the gestures Theresa made to me were just delusions.
Angry that I didn't get Theresa's body away in time, I pointed the gun in the two teenagers faces.
"Tell me your names." I growled as I stepped away from my dead lovers' body and got closer to them.

[[ Did you want me to put about our teenagers intro also? Sorry, kind of tired, so if that ^^ is confusing just let me know. I'll tell you what I meant. I have all these ideas in my head and I can never get them out right DDDD: ]] 

[[ Awh D: I don't have chores because I have to clean houses with my mom as a part time job. So I don't know if thats a 'YAY' or 'nay...' bahaha xD!
I am horrible with names. Who's the HOTTTTIE black guy in criminal minds? :D He's cute <33 LOVE
And, nonono this isn't fail, either. <3333 ]]

Though it was late, Andrew Wright was just getting done his part time job at a restaurant close by. He, being a (*Put age here.* lol. Sorry. I'll edit this once I look at his bio after posting <3)____ year old, still lived with his parents, unfortunately. They didn't really get along.
To avoid going home so soon, he chose to stop by the cafe. At first, he thought it was closed, but seeing a girl already there, and a guy inside, he thought, why not check.
As he went through the doors, and stood beside the girl a gun was put in their direction.
"Easy man..." Andrew said, calmly. Though he didn't know the girl, he put a protective arm around the front of her waist, forcing her to back up a couple steps. "Everything can be worked out without the gun." Andrew added, still trying to stay calm.
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They were after me. They were all after me. They knew I killed my lover, and now were after me. My head started buzzing violently and I started to feel nauseated. This happened once in a while. The pigheaded doctors that diagnosed me as psychotic gave me pills, but I refuse to take them. So, this side affect happens. But, this wasn't the best time for this side affect.
Feeling dizzy and weak, I found myself closing my eyes, and collapsing on the ground. This was also normal, but it usually happened to where I could collapse on my bed, instead of right where I killed my lover.
The last thing I remember, was the brave boy walk over to touch my kneck to see if I was alive. The second I tried to get up to shoot him, everything went black.
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"He's not dead. But, definately out of it." Andrew said, looking back at the girl who looked frightened. "Everythings alright." He added while walking back over to her, just now realizing the stench of the dead brunette on the counter. "What happened?" He asked, since he wasn't here for the whole scenerio.

[[ I have to go. D: I'll reply tomarrrroowww :D ]]

Andrew kept an eye on the passed out criminal while listening to the conversation with the girl. Just as he was about to correct her, saying that we have no evidence that he 'actually killed her', she was out of the building.
Not having logical sense at that time, he left the man on the ground while blood oozed from his temple, because of falling down, and ran out of the building to the girl. "We should probably stay. They'll want to ask questions."  He said, his voice shaking from the situation.
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These side affects happened for only a couple moments. But, I felt the presence of the two teenagers still inside, so I didn't want to get up as I awokened. So, I kept my eyes closed and listened to the conversation.
Oh, all humans were so pigheaded! Theresa deserved to die. Playing the mind game with me, she deserved all the pain I brought to her. Why would I be put to jail for killing, when it was rightly deserved? 
I've heard by religious folk that no one deserved to die, no matter what they did or said. I didn't believe such lunacy.
As I peaked my eyes open, and saw the two teenagers -  that deserved to die as well for messing with my routine  - gone, I stood up, quickly grabbed the women I still loved - though, unfortunately, had to punish - and went out the back door. I put my dead Theresa in a black trash bag, and threw her in the trunk of my car. I'm usually more delicate with my victums/ lovers, but the pigheaded humans almost got to me. They are all coming after me.
As the teenagers stood where they were, I quickly grabbed a dustpan and cleaned up all the traces that I stood by. There could be spittle, urine, blood -from where I fell, hair, or any other kind of DNA that could get me found. I couldn't risk it.
When that was all clean, and I was sure that they would find no DNA, I quickly ran out the back exit, and got into my car. Driving around the front and passing the two on the pavement. Luckily, the back exit was more of an alley way, so if the teenagers saw my car come through that alley way, they wouldn't think it was me coming out of the back of the cafe. They'll think I came from the other end of the alley.
I knew they wouldn't see me because I had my windows extra tinted for cases like this happening. I chuckled evilishly to myself as I heard sirens close by. My car drove nonchalantly passed them, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Yet.
Those stupid jacked up kids almost screwed me up. They will pay. And, they'll know about it too, by the note I left them on the counter. Just thinking about me writing it, made me go through the words again in my brain, elatedly. I shivered with pleasure. Ah, revenge tastes even sweeter by the minute.
I almost got away. My dead lover was almost never going to be found.
Two stupid kids came and screwed everything around.
So much different. My plan is now.
Watch out. Revenge is sweet.
I plan to taste it, relinquish every delicious moment.
You should too. For you don't have much longer.

I wasn't the best with rhyming, but I wanted to play with their heads. I was feeling as blissful as I did as I watched Theresa take her last breath.

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