"Damn it!" The man exclaimed as he pounded his desk with frustration. He had been in charge of following a particular group of murders that had happened sporadically over the past few months. At first, it seemed as though they had just been a few unlucky men and women that had been taken down one way or another, usually with bullet wounds and vacated skulls. That was until they found the first sign that a psychopath was on the loose: a woman with her face removed, then bolted back on with some sort of low powered rivet gun, a bastardized tool that seems to have been crafted to meld to the bone. It wasn't long before another one surfaced. There was no discernible pattern to the victims, they were all just people with a fate that seemed most unfortunate. There had been a single lead after all this time, a string of clues that led to an apartment building in the south side of town. The bust was a set up: the whole building was spotless, minus one creepy ass smile spray-painted on the wall, and a single green hair that was oh so perfectly left on the desk under it with a note that said, 'catch you later'. The hair was real, however it had no matches on any database. It seemed as though the hair had no DNA to speak of, or at least nothing that could be pieced together. "We need to find him and we need to do it now!" He said to his fellow officers. "The longer he's out there, the more likely he's going to do it again. Keep searching!"
"PLEASE!! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt me anymore!" the woman cried out as the electricity was shut off. The small generator was humming softly as the dark figure flipped its switch. He slowly walked over to the woman, who was blinded by the bright light that was mere inches from her face. He seemed to study her as she lay there, crying and begging for mercy, until he sprayed a small mist of gas in her face, which she couldn't help but inhale. She began laughing softly, before a panicked look came over her face and she laughed harder, her face contorting slightly as she did, until it slowly stopped and became a shuddering cry once more. "Oh don't worry dearest, it will all be over soon. I just have to get a nice, long look into who you really are on the inside." he said as he leaned into the light, looking horrific as his white skin glinted brightly, his twisted smile bringing a look of mirth and venom o his glare, those bright green and gold eyes wide and dilated. His hair was nearly brushed back out of his face and glowing a deep green in the light.
A scalpel touched lightly against her flesh, at the soft part above the jawline and chin, and slowly traced its way upto her temple, the blade not wavering as the woman was held gently by the forehead. A light laughter was escaping in his breath as he continued, pulling the blade in a mirrored fashion across the left side now, perfectly placed cuts that went just deep enough to separate the flesh. The woman's body writhed in silent agony as her mouth hung open, but no sound escaped, the throbbing pain rendering her silent. He hummed softly as he pulled it across her forehead now,leaving a perfect outline around her facial structure.
"And now we get to the really fun part." he whispers softly in her ear as his gloved fun gets begin to pry the skin slowly from her head, her screams once more echoing into silence as she went hoarse. A perfect cut, he thought to himself as he removed it from her after minutes of agony seemed to roll by, the anticipation nearly killing him. He inspected her face gently as he almost rubbed the soft flesh against his lips, kissing it softly before laying it back on her now exposed skull and muscles. She whimpers softly in pain as he does so.
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting darling, but it's the last bolt that kills you. Try to think happy thoughts, after all. The smile won't be genuine if you don't."
Pulling out what seemed to be some jury-rigged rivet gun, he softly plants it against her chin and pulls the trigger. A searing hot bolt is shot into the bone, pinning the skin tightly and burning it slightly as she screams in unintelligible tones. Another pull, and another bolt. One on each corner of the jaw. The laughter slowly builds and escapes from the man as he places yet two more at either temple, specially made and carefully added to keep from doing anything... Lethal. He stretches the skin one last time over her forehead and places the gun against it, her cries dying into soft whimpers.
"Good night, love."
The gun fires in a flash of heat and light. The room falls silent.
