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Sick and Twisted

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He sat alone in his room. His guitar in hand. He plucked at the strings, not really playing a song, just playing with the strings. His eyes where on the wall in front of him. A wall he called his "collection" a wall that if the police found would earn him a one way ticket to jail. A small evil grin made its way onto his face.

On the wall there were photos, heaps and heaps of photos. Most people would have photos of friends or family on their walls. The photos where of people, just not of people who were alive. The wall was covered in photos he had taken himself, photos of people he had tortured and killed.

There were photos of young girls and boys, photos of men and women, none of them had anything in common, just the fact that they had met their end by his hands.

He went called a 'sick-o' and a 'mad man' by the news papers and the news reporters, and they were right. He was sick and twisted. His name was Aidan. Aidan Williams.

Aidan looked at all the photos that covered the walls, almost all the photos had blood in them, expect for the ones he had taken before he had began to torture the victim. He could still hear the screams and the pleading from the victims, they had all begged for their lives, but their begging and pleading only made Aidan laugh.

Aidan began to chuckle. The chuckle soon turned into an evil laugh. His laughter echoed around the small room. He remembered how easily his knife had cut into the victims, the screams, the blood splatters and how they had all begged. His laughter became uncontrollable as he remembered all he had done to different victims.

He slowly clamed himself down, and stopped laughing. Aidan placed his guitar on its stand and stood up. He felt a need grow inside him. A need for blood. A need to hear screams. A need that he planed to deal with the only way he knew how.

An evil smirk made its way on his face as he looked at the picture on his wall. It wasn't of one of his victims, it was a photo of someone who was soon going to be begging for her life, of someone Aidan had seen one day and couldn't help but think how delightful it would be to hurt her and hear her screams of pain.

Aidan pulled on a jacket and slipped a small knife into the inside pocket. Aidan left his house with a small, evil smirk on his face. He couldn't wait to find his new victim.
everyone has a voice that tells them sick and twisted stuff. i just gave mine life and a name.

NEW OC!!!! it was just going to be something random but i like this guy! so he is now Aidan Williams and he is my new OC!

I haven't thought of what he looks like yet so once I do i will most likey write another story or draw a pic of him :P

HOPE YA LIKED IT!!!
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i love this! i like the fact that he tortures people and is out to get his next victim. no im not crazy, i just watch a lot of horror films ^U^