Chapter 1.

"Now, how about that bloody painting?"

The voice created an echo around the hollowed abandon space, bouncing off the walls in a malicious threat.

A hand stained the deep red of blood hooked their hand around the pale neck of the person before them. An almost excited dark chuckle escaped their mouth, when the soft thump of a pulse resounded against their stained finger.

"You're still alive, aren't you? You- you little piece of shit ain't given up yet, huh?" The stained bloody hands retrieved back to their owner, like a spider crawling on their web to get to the prey caught on the web and end its pathetic life. The stained hands traveled up their owners neck, resting in the crook of it as they twisted their neck to the sides; cracking them. "This is going to be fun. So much fun."

The sound of something colliding with metal resounded throughout the area in a wave of dread overtaking. It resounded once again. And again and again and again and-

"Messy, messy, messy... I- I like it!" The comment was followed by dark laughter, the laughter that lingered all throughout the night in the minds of the people that were given the grotesque reminder that they were just a mere mortal.

The venomous laughter was cut off short as a cold scream pierced through the stinging night air.

He'd awaken, he'd come to his senses and now he was going to die and last thing he'd see would be crazed mevolent gaze staring straight in the depths of hell.

The stained hands worked their way to the back of their preys neck and harshly pulled him forward with a jerk. A glinting grin creeped its way on the monsters face as they watched their prey squirm.

"You're awake. Finally. You cannot believe how much it'd saddened me that you weren't conscious for the finale, not everyone makes it to the finale conscious and it hurts me every time. But you piece of shit are stubborn- but you'll die just the same as those mere pests."

The tear stained mortal looked at the monster staring straight at him. How could someone do this? Whatever messed up freaking mind this monster had, it was clear what it fed on- Suffering of others. "Like I give a damn shit about what happens, life is just a meaningless shit hole after all."

The monster before him looked to be amused at that and their grip tightened on the mortals neck. "Ever heard of the saying 'Actions speaks louder than words', yeah?" The monster leaned in close and let out a breathy chuckle looking into the emerald eyes of the mortal. "Tell all the shit stuff you just said while there aren't pitiful freaking tears streaming down your bloody face looking like a crybaby wanting to be with his mommy, you wanna be with mommy? Maybe, I'll send her to the afterlife to keep you company; if she's alive that is. These old folks, they die without having to be killed; so one can never be sure who is still alive to suffer the kill. But I appreciate the enthusiasm."

The mortal snapped his neck to look at the monster before himself and the monster was diverted by the intense glare the pesky mortal held.

"What? You got something to say?" The monster questioned with a mischievous glint glazing their eyes.

The mortal sighed, he couldn't be hot-headed at a moment like this. The monster didn't know his mother was still alive and the monstrosity of a human being didn't seem the type to chase after a -one that may as well be non-existent at that- prey.

The mortal just hoped once his life had kicked the bucket from under his legs, his mother would not be telecasted cause her son was murdered by 'Bloodletter'.

"No," the mortal spoke up.

He craned his neck to get a look at the infamous killer known as Bloodletter. The monster before him had gotten up from their perch and walked towards the farther end of the room -no, he wouldn't call this a room, it was more of a space. A killer space. That seemed twistedly fitting.

"Good," crooned Bloodletter turning around to face its pest.

There, stood the infamous killer Bloodletter with a sadistic smirk curving up their lips and the glinting devious gaze staring at its prey.

"Now, we can finally get to the finale."

The monster stalked towards its prey, the cornered prey couldnt do anything but be helpless. The prey was going to die and it's murderer would be the monster.

Bloodletter crouched in front of the mortal with the same crazed look shown on his face- the look only Bloodletter could have.

"Have you read the articles about me?" Questioned Bloodletter.

"Few," came the reply.

Bloodletter's lips upturned.

"Than you must know what they have speculated me to do of my pests."

It wasn't a question that needed a answer, it was a statement but the mortal still felt the impulse to answer to the monster.

"Yes."

"Great. This means that I won't have to explain to you how you're going to die," spoke the monster in a cheerful tone with the darkness underlining it. "Of course I won't get to see you react to the news and that's a shame really, but I'm gonna have to get used to pests knowing my methods since I am all everyone talks of." Bloodletter looked gleeful at the mention of the recognition he's received. "Who knows? Maybe, I'll change my methods if I don't enjoy your ending, pest."

"Oh, I'm glad to be a guinea pig of assistance to you, Bloodletter." Sneered the mortal.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was that overcame him in the time of his death, maybe it was his subconscious not wanting to die a coward begging for his life. Or maybe, he'd accepted his fate and didn't give a damn about any consequences beforehand as the ending would be the same.

A laughter rumbled through the space like the ships sailing the waves, unpredictable; the mortal was the sailor sailing the ship and the monster before him was the dreadful waves.

"A shame indeed. You would of made to be a splendid right hand partner in crime but too bad, though-," Bloodletter steadily walked behind the bounded pest. "I commit alone."

The mortal looked to the left of him when he heard a clanking noise of something hit metal.

There dropped on the metallic table was a device he'd never seen before. It looked to be a venipuncture but not exactly, it looked as if it functioned like a regular venipuncture but the design of it was not like a normal clinical instrument. It seemed like an venipuncture within a larger scale until it reached the end of it where there was a tube sticking out of it connecting it to a container of sort and he had an idea as to what it was. But maybe he was wrong, maybe it was a normal clinical device that he had just never seen when visiting a clinic. And in defence he was not a medical student. But that didn't help the case that the instrument still seemed to be a venipuncture.

"Killer, killer on the wall,

How shall the suffering begin?"

It almost seemed comical to the mortal that the infamous Bloodletter referenced a children's storybook. And the fact this was what the mortal was going to be witnessing as the life he once had ended.

The mortal closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Death could come for him in a comfortable position.

A sting was felt in his left bicep and he knew what had come for him. He relaxed, he was going to go unconscious before the finale; this would be the last of his peaceful moments in this lifetime.

The monster looked down upon its prey, the prey was feeling the effect that was overcoming its body but it wasn't reacting, rather it looked peaceful to be the in the bliss of closed eyes.

This was new.

The monster never had somebody not screaming their lungs out for them to stop.

This was something different and the monster liked things to be different.

The monster thought about the fact that the person before him was dreaming of his life before the Bloodletter struck.

Bloodletter didn't stop it. Bloodletter let it happen.

-

The mortal was jerked awake from his slumber by ice cold water splashing on him.

"Awaken, Sleeping Beauty. I'm on the clock here." Cooed the voice of the monster that threw the bucket of ice cold water on the mortal.

"Ah, geez; thanks for the warm welcome to the present world of shitheads." Scowled the pest, shivering under the ever so dropping night air.

"Was that intended?" Questioned the monster, rubbing their chin in confusion.

"Guess you'll never find out," stated the mortal with mockery complementing his tone. "I'll just be taking it to my impending grave."

Smirking the monster advanced towards it's pest, "Whatever you want."

The pesky mortal rolled his eyes feeling lightheadedness overcome him as the Bloodletter moved to unbound his hands. "So, where is it?" Questioned the mortal, rubbing his scarred wrists together.

Maybe he could of made a heat of the moment decision and ran for the hills when his hands were unbounded- only if it weren't for the chains binding him to the floorboards.

"Damn, I forgot to tell you what I meant in the beginning, didn't I?" The monster clicked their tongue as they crouched in front of their pest. "There's something the law enforcer's don't know about my killing style."

"That you like to talk with the victim rather than torture them, is that it Bloodletter?" Inquired the mortal.

"I'm surprised you would basically give me a green light to torture you."

"You just seem to Interact a lot with a pest you're about to kill and It wasn't a green light to torture me," corrected the mortal.

"Personalising myself with my pests before ending their pathetic life seems to work with sufficing to my cravings- but that's not it, my killing style is just the same as those of some of the most famous faces in the criminal underworld."

The monster moved backwards pulling a white canvas from the darkness of the space and bought it to a stand in front of the mortal.

"Here. Its all yours. Do whatever you want. And here are the supplies you need," the monster pushed a black box on the tabletop besides him and went to lean against the far side wall shrouded in darkness.

The mortal decided not to question it and grab the materials, he took out the paintbrushes and than his hand went to the jar he believed contained the paint- he paused, eyes wide. There was only one color present and it was the color red. His blood.

"It works great on a canvas," sliced a voice through the still chilling air. Sadistic humor was ever so present in any of the comments Bloodletter made.

"Oh, I'm sure it does,"

He picked up the paintbrush and dipped it into the opened jar on the metallic table top and smeared the red substance on the canvas. Staining the canvas red in the blood of himself.

-my killing style is just the same as those of some of the most famous faces in the criminal underworld.

The mortal was certain what exactly he was painting for.

A souvenir.

-

"Hope you like the souvenir," resonated the voice, ceasing to end the silence the space was devoured into.

"Don't you worry about that, I know I'll enjoy myself a art piece by the world known famous painter himself."

So, Bloodletter does know-

Moments like these -can't say he's had many moments like these in life- are the reasons the mortal's glad he never revealed anything of his personal life. The monster would not know who his mother is even if the monster knows who he is.

"So, you do know," uttered the painter.

"Of course, I do; what kind of a killer host would I be if I didn't?" Questioned the monster but it didn't seem like a question but more of a statement stating there was nothing about them to be critiqued off. They were the best at what they did.

"Oh, come on; its time for the knowledge from the articles to act out their play," crowed the monster excitedly.

"Time for blood drowning."

-

He was now staring straight at his demise. The pool of his blood -not a pool but a bucket, but it would of worked the same.

"Time for the finale."

The mortal felt a hand grasp the back of his neck and knew straight away what was incoming.

He closed his eyes and breathed in sharply. This was the end of it all.

Instinctively he tried to resist the inevitable death he had coming for him. His eyes shot open and his mouth gasped open on contact with the cold vile substance.

"Resist all you want- resist the inevitable! It only makes it all the more pleasant for me to watch over your suffering!" The devil laughed sadistically.

There was something called as 'Voluntary apnea', it's what is called when you're drowning but you don't actually inhale the water until right before you black out. No matter the freak out.

It never made sense to him as to how exactly can a human freaking out in water not inhale the water surrounding them but he now understood the suffering, the suffering of those who died drowning.

When drowned, you don't die on a instant. Its deadly leisured. Your mind has the moment to access through the memories that are going to be lost forever in the depths of the darkness. Its almost taunting him to skim through his college days with the buddies staying up late in the dorms talking about 'manly' stuff. Or his mother setting a surprise birthday party for him in middle school cause he didn't have friends growing up.

This was the warmth of the light surrounding him before the coolth of the darkness devoured him.

The monster felt its prey resisting the change, wanting to have a chance; a last chance at escape before it stilled. It went numb under the monsters grasp.

Another life ended at the hands of Bloodletter.

A sound close to that of a maniacal laughter reverberated out of the monsters before it turned to stiffle of malicious giggles as the monster noticed the sound of sirens blaring in the brisk early morning.

-

THE KILLER ON A PSYCHOTIC SPREE

On the early morning of 1st January, 2020 was when the first victim of -what we'd know today as one of the most infamous killers in our timeline- Bloodletter was founded.

The body of the victim was on the sidewalk of an isolated street, it was discovered by a jogger on their daily run.

When the forensics got to the scene and the body was taken in for examination, the forensics determined the victim was killed at approx midnight.

After the discovery of the timing, many theories as to what the timing symobolises started to come up. As those, one of the most famous theory in the Bloodletter case was given by the philsoper, James Austere.

This was his saying on the matter, ❝This is the start of a new era. The killer era.❞

On the crime scene of Bloodletter's first victim, Doherty Auros, 21 year old college student- there was no sign of any struggle which makes the police believe that the killer murders their victim elsewhere before dumping them in areas for people to find.

There was one more thing to be taken of notice of when the forensics examined the external body of Doherty. On her right arm in scribbles there was the message written by the devil which later determined in the name the killer got called by the people.

The message on Doherty's right arm given by the devil was stated as such, 'I let the blood flow just as you let your pathetic life flow- just like that.'

And thus, the devil received the name 'Bloodletter'.

When the forensics examined the internal organs of Doherty, they founded the cause of her death -and of the many victims yet to come.

Doherty was drowned. In her own blood.

They speculate this cause of the mere reason that Doherty's lungs were filled with blood and Doherty's blood level was fetally low but enough for her to be alive when being drowned by Bloodletter.

Bloodletter's killed eight people in the time span of four months and has still remained unknown and has yet to be caught by the law.