Killer looks
and on
Evil Side
Clouds roll in over light blue skyes

I pulled the car to a stop at the east corner of Belanglo Forest, slamming the door and quickly popped the boot, examining the contents. I heard the crunching of the leaves come to a stop right beside me.

“You don’t have to do this dude.” Cohen Klein spoke softly as he stared down at my boots.
“Just get back in the car with Chase and start recording.” I sighed as I called again, “Hey David.”

As Klein stepped back into the car, David stepped out and his hulking steps were quick to make it to the back.
“Hey dude need some-“ he paused as soon as he saw the axe. “What’s that for?”

I picked up the massive pike-axe from the boot and looked him in the eyes as I pushed the blade close to his neck. “You.”

He gulped, sprinting like a startled roo, but I would not let him get away and tackled him quickly. 
“Keep your head down.” The tone that I used was calm enough to surprise me.
He slowly started to tip his head up, “Matt-“
“I said” I growled slowly, the sound reverberating lowly around us. “Keep your f***ing head down and keep lookin’ at the dirt.”
“I am man, I am,” he cried pulling his head down further.
“Have you been spreading sh*t about me?”
“No man I haven’t I swear.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I swear I didn’t man. You have my word”
“Right now your word isn’t good enough Auchto”
“I-I didn’t I swear. Please let’s just go home.”

The stupidity of the idea that we could just go home made my blood boil. It made my arms twitch yearning to swing the axe. I swung it into the dirt besides him and saw him flinch away from the blade. 
The pleading only made the adrenaline blast through me more as a smirk curled on my lips. “No.”

Like darkness in a killer's eyes

His head was twitching around at the ground to find something to use to get away, nothing could save his life now and I swear that on my uncle’s name. I swear on Ivan Milat that David Auchterlionie will be the next Milat victim within the omniscient tree walls of Belanglo.

The anger that was fuelling my motive was slowly morphing into bloodlust and it crawled up my spine, spreading the need throughout my body. I kicked him forward and he splayed onto his front and the fear in his eyes seemed to break my restraint. I swung the axe severing the front of his foot from the bottom of his leg. He shrieked the sound chocking off as he tried to bite it down, obviously remembering no matter how loud he cries out nobody will hear his screams. The blood was a ruby river that stained the ground beneath him. The bloodlust rose drifting in the air with the metallic tang. My arms drew up in an arch of singing metal as I struck the axe into his leg like it was wood instead of flesh, wood instead of bones.

It was repetitive now almost like a routine, a dance that would continue to feel like hours instead of a few minutes.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Were you talking about me behind my back?” The man below me was bleeding and panting, his eyes flickering over in a panicked state.

“No. I didn’t. I-I swear man. Let’s get out of here and I can just say that I was mauled by a dingo or a sicko came out and threatened me. I won’t even-“

The high you get from someone begging and pleading for their pathetic life is a feeling that can’t be replicated by anything else. And, in that moment all human decency fades away and a deity rises from the ashes of your fallen humanity to take over the role of putting the rat out of its misery.

“Please.” He rasped “stop. I’ll do anything.”

Eyes think like a poisnous snakes!
from grey to black the shades change,
with rays of light flowing through so strange,

The moment they had met each other’s eyes I saw a childhood friend someone who I grew up with, someone who was there for my entire life. The aura of him tightened and turned rancid, once an easy going sea breeze and now he is a fetid stench that sticks to my skin.

He ruined everything.

And now he must pay his debt to the executioner in front of him.
“Goodbye David.” I spat his name out like the curse that it was.

look for a friend so you feel safe,
trust them or your life they might take,

The savage blow to the back of the head is all I can think of before I feel the urge to hurt him more. He lays there motionless, the crimson river of blood coming from the pooling cuts deep into his flesh. He huffed finally coming down enough to realise how bad it was. That made me smile for a split second then I frowned as I now know I have to get rid of the body and the evidence. I could feel the splatter of blood on my arms and chest, the scarlet liquid staining flesh like a semi-permanent tattoo.

Who knew how long the feeling of the blood would haunt my skin with its somehow comforting sticky feeling. The power was now embedded deep in my bones and the way his blood smelled will whisper to my nose for the rest of my life.

It was worth it, the death of my sanity and the death of the innocence of my last name when it was linked to my first. I am now a Milat. The prospect doesn’t scare me in the slightest. I am a god now, an executioner. 

A.N

Hey robots. Although this is trash i am kinda proud of it. I did it for my english assessment and i am just look oh cool. Its done. Its based off of Matthew Milat and how he killed his friend. Although i have to say some of it may not be accurate but then again its fiction. 
This is your author geno signing out.