UNHINGED .

EXODUS 20:12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. INDIE SERIAL KILLER OC written by MASON MAJOR TW ✞

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‘ fuck the forensic evidence. ’

  “ what the FUCK do you mean by THAT ? we CAN’T leave yet !  “  he’s  rummaging  through  his       messenger  bag  ,  desperately  looking  for  RUBBER  GLOVES .  “  the  forensic  evidence  is       IMPORTANT. i’m not ready to be caught yet  !  my kill count is only in the twenties ! the  fucking      TWENTIES  !  “  hes walking around the corpse on the floor  in circles ,  trying  his  best  not  to       scream and pull out his own hair in this fit of anger. “ i need to get RID of the fucking evidence.       UNDERSTAND ? “

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a book, now why didn’t march think of that? it was simple, yet intricate in how the killer planned where each picture went. how they were divided and sectioned off. you could really tell how passionate he was for this kind of work. killing was nothing far from an art form. 

it didn’t take him long before he was back to the start. it was a beautiful collection, and james only hoped that the other would continue. most people would’ve ran at this point, they would’ve got up and immediately  called the police, but james was a serial killer himself, and things like  this only interested him. “your brother? now, what happened to him?”

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  “ he’s a killer too . i haven’ seen anythin’ on the news about him in a while . “ he pouts, taking ANOTHER      gulp. gage was beautiful, so beautiful. but he was going to be just ANOTHER victim one day. “ i hope he      ain’t dead, or rottin ’ in hail. i’m gon ’  kill him too one day . and it’ll be sensual , ART , i’m gon’ love on his      corpse too .  love on  it REAL  good .  “ he realizes he’s starting to sound like his father and decides NO      MORE NECROPHILIA TALK  !  “ killin’ was all we  learned  how ta do, ya know ?  pa taught  us huntin’      when we were kids. you can find pictures of my pa somewhere in the front, yeah . “

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there’s a moment of hesitation; this is a stranger, but maybe he knows?? no way, no, he doesn’t have luck THAT bad. so he thinks for a minute as he forms a response, then he’s speaking as well. “i mean, maybe? depends on the situation, i guess.” it’s not a well-formulated lie, though; with no disgust at the idea, who would believe he WASN’T turned away at the idea; maybe it was even obvious he was INTERESTED. but that was a worry for another time. “you?” 

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  “ oh. “ he laughs to himself, LIARS recognize LIARS. and the stranger standing before him was living proof. “ ohhhh no. i would NEVER . “ obvious sarcasm, cue the rolling of his eyes and a wide grin on his face. truth was ? he had already tried it. as a kid he was fed human meat as punishment. he’d learned to hate it, but once in a while he absent minded found himself chomping on a victim. 

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    “W-w-well, I’m sorry to hear that,” he recites, any line after a loss. He’s      killed exactly one person, one loved one, one soulmate, his sole mate, and     he gets ‘sorry for your loss,’ and he’s really too high to process any notion     that he may be parallel to a familial killer that looks just like him. So, okay,     he’s sorry for his loss, wrap up, move on, he doesn’t really give a shit.

    “Jerry? Awh, naw, my name’s Tennessee,” he introduces, and then squeezes     one eye shut in thought, head tilted, a finger pointed heavenward. He pauses     as his clone goes on. He drank and drove to get here. Yeehaw.

    “Flicks? You mean some pic-shures? Yeah, sure, buddy! Hell, I love takin’     pic-shures!” he doesn’t get invited to many. In fact, he can’t remember the last     one he’d had voluntarily taken of him when he’s willing since his wedding at     the ripe age of sixteen, before he was too horrifically scabbed. Oh, yeah, he likes     this guy. 

    Treats him like a human instead of a specimen. Feels good. “Hey, w-wait. First:     can w-we be friends?” 

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   TENNESSEE. what a fucking name. now heath found himself debating whether he’d kill tennessee OR     kill himself. he was never one for FRIENDS, he’d never had a single one. they weren’t NECESSARY     for the kind of life he lived anyhow. “s-sur--” he cuts himself off. did he REALLY want his first friend     to be this METH HEAD ?  why not. “ sure. yeah. friend. “ it felt weird saying it. would they highfive     now or something ? he shivers at the thought and reaches into his messenger bag and pulls out his     polaroid camera. “ uhhh. okay. “ he points the camera at himself and looks at his NEW FRIEND.      “ just get in the picture, make sure to smile nicely too. “

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the girl who kicked the hornets’ nest sentence ( book ) meme ( part 1 ).

      inc. nsfw, slurs, violence, rape mention, etc.

‘ sorry. i wasn’t listening. ’ ‘ i need somebody to tell me if i’m doing anything stupid. ’ ‘ he succeeded in getting a policeman killed tonight. ’ ‘ i tried to warn him. ’  ‘ if she hit her father in the head with an axe she isn’t exactly innocent. ’  ‘ right now he’s on the run and he’ll be seriously dangerous to anyone he runs into. ’ ‘ can i buy you breakfast? ’ ‘ she can be a moody bitch. ’ ‘ you look tired. ’ ‘ i always wondered what she did to get her revenge. ’ ‘ rape should always be reported to the police. ’ ‘ it’s going to be hard to keep this under wraps. ’ ‘ am i being arrested? ’ ‘ what kind of weapon is it? ’ ‘ i thought you were looking for a lesbian satanist gang. was i wrong? ’ ‘ right now i just feel like shit. ’ ‘ why are you leaving? ’ ‘ what would have happened if you’d been run over by a bus? ’ ‘ for now, coffee and cake will have to do. ’ ‘ i know exactly who you are. i’ve read your file. ’ ‘ that is all bullshit. ’ ‘ so you’re completely innocent? ’ ‘ i think you’re awake. ’ ‘ i think we all assumed she was dead. ’   ‘ go and wake her up or something. ’ ‘ are you livid? ’ ‘ i’m hardly the person to criticise you for abandoning ship. ’ ‘ who were those dead bodies? ’ ‘ i want to talk to him. if he’s still alive, that is. ’ ‘ fuck the forensic evidence. ’ ‘ you certainly have a way with headlines. ’   ‘ i can’t get involved in criminal activity. ’ ‘ i can’t believe she’s gone already. ’ ‘ you’ll have my support if you need it. ’ ‘ that was a serious mistake. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette, would you?’ ‘ he tried to kill me. ’ ‘ who’s going to talk next? ’ ‘ it’s going to involve a lot of surveillance. ’ ‘ do you intend to hide things from me too? ’   ‘ once again we have to haul you out of the furnace. ’ ‘ i’m a survivor. i do what i have to do to survive. ’ ‘ no. you do what you do because you’re evil and rotten. ’ ‘ and what are you going to do with that? shoot me? ’   ‘ no bones broken? ’ ‘ always so cynical? ’ ‘ hell of a way to die. ’  ‘ they’ll twist what i say and use it against me. ’  ‘ it’s beautiful. but it must have hurt like hell. ’ ‘ i’ve never met so clearly defined a sociopath. ’ ‘ am i going to get mixed up in something i ought to know about? ’ ‘ i can get rid of the dead wood and recruit new blood from the outside if i choose. and you’re starting to look like dead wood to me. ’ ‘ i intend to kill this story. ’  ‘ what i’m thinking of asking you is unethical and it might be illegal. but morally, it’s the right thing to do. ’ ‘ you think you’re something you fucking cunt. ’ ‘ the sooner you disappear the better. ’ ‘ would you be angry with me if i asked you a personal question? ’ ‘ i don’t talk to crazy-doctors because they never listen to what i have to say. ’     ‘ you’re the hacker, work it out. ’  

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               SICK ASS STARTER CALL

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    SWITCHING TO MOBILE.

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There were a lot of words that Taryn would associate with this crime, but funny was not one of them.  She knew the girl personally, worked with her for years.  They had started around the same time, and while Taryn had to admit that the girl grated on her nerves from time to time ( who didn’t, though? ) she would never have wished for her to suffer this sort of fate.  A comment from the young man beside her immediately pulls her from her thoughts, and the words make her blood run cold, then steep into a boil.           ❛ She’s fucking dead.  What the hell is wrong with you? ❜

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   “ lots of things, lady. “ and he  means  it too, and listing all of them would take too  many  fingers       to  count  . he  was  a  necrophiliac, a  serial killer , ETC . “  what’s  up yer  ass ? was she your       friend ? “ he chuckles rather loudly , grabbing the attention of an officer who asked him to leave.       “ yeah yeah, sure man. “ heath looks over at her again. “ i wonder who the fuck she pissed off. “

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    As if jarred by this facet of his skin, Tennessee’s hand stills on his guitar     and he scratches at his face, wincing when he scrapes a sore spot that’s     been blooming on his hideously-high cheekbone far too long. Then his     shoulders life and fall in a shrug and he continues going at the chorus,     not missin’ a beat from where he left off. ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.

    “Could always go on Maury,” he suggests, and laughs quietly, eyes     studious and half-mast on his doppelganger, “An’, as a matter of fact,     I am a METH HEAD FUCKIN’ TWEAKER, so, uh, you know–take this as     an intervention. Don’t do drugs.” 

    But he ain’t about to be too much of a stereotype for this angry little guy to     exploit, and stands up to his full height to measure him, humming under his     breath cheerfully as his head tilts on his neck, browned and corded as a      chicken foot or somethin’ of equally horrifying merit. He wants to be a proper     and friendly man, at least, always has been. This guy looks suspicious of him.     As if all drug addicts are prone to violence. “Jeez, it really is creepy, ain’t it?     Hey, honey, ‘s yer name?”

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    “ thanks for the  warnin’ . but it  ain’t needed . parents were on that shit. “ he breathes in , brushing his       fingers  through  his  now  sweaty  hair . FUCK  it  was  hot , and it added on to a list of reasons why       heath found himself increasingly aggravated. he exhales, placing his hands on his sides. “ until i killed       em. “ and a shrug, he doubted the tweaker would BELIEVE him anyways.     “ my name’s HEATH. and yes. very fuckin’ creepy. yer lookin’ like uncle jerry, man. but i doubt yer him.        i think he died a couple years ago. “ he laughs for a second. “ take THIS as an intervention, don’t drink        and drive . “ somebody should’ve  told UNCLE JERRY that . heath wishes he could’ve seen it too, but        unfortunately , he cut ties with family as soon as he killed his parents . he needed a picture of  himself        and this guy , it needed to go in his  book  of  fucked up shit . “ you mind me takin’ some flicks of you        and me ? “

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 “ Really? I THOUGHT IT WAS RATHER STRAIGHT. “ 

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   “ wow sarcasm. unneeded, UNWANTED. fag. “

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   “ Not to be DIRTY or anything, but if I sucked your dick right now, do you think anyone would notice? “ He’s joking—- maybe. 

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    " that’s fuckin’ GAY. and considerin’ we’re          OUTSIDE. YES. i think they’d notice. “

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    “W-w-well ain’t that a coinky-dink,” he hits two licks on the guitar and strums     lazily with blistered fingers. He ain’t no angel, he knows well how this goes, and     he seeks company in this southeast gloom–a hot filthy thing, heat that lingers     in the summer evening, palpable as fog, visually still dull, lookin’ like it should     look in the winter time if you ask him, but ain’t no one asked him and he’s on a     lot of crank and what was he sayin’?

    “Got the same face, you ‘n I, w-w-wouldn’t you say?” It’s not that he’s all that     non-discriminatory in choosing people to talk to, he’s just gonna take anyone who     will have him with a big old grin of shoe-peg corn-teeth that looks as sour as they     taste. He starts strumming the beginning to Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix and goes:

    “Guess you’re prettier ‘n me, though.”

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    he’d say ‘ JESUS CHRIST ‘, but saying the lords name in VAIN was something he was told NEVER to do, even if he didn’t believe in the old bastard. this guy reminded heath of all the sorry fucks he used to live around. he was obviously on some shit. spank, bang, zip, crank, it was all METH and he knew all about it. years of horrible parenting led up to him being some kind of EXPERT. “ grudgingly, i’d have to agree. you look like ME if i were a METH HEAD FUCKING TWEAKER. “ 

    that grin was aggravating him more and more by the second. why the FUCK was he happy and enjoying himself ? heath enjoys the strumming of purple haze however, and bops his head to it for a moment before entering his fit of RAGE again. he raises up a hand and points at the males face. “ nice fuckin’ acne. “ FUCK he reminded him of his uncle jerry, who he wasn’t allowed to look at or even speak to. but the resemblance in appearance and DEMEANOR, was uncanny. “ are you sure we ain’t related ? “

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     i’m realizing that not ONLY is my muse a serial killer, but he’s an ASSHOLE       too. he’s so fucking mean to people even if they TRY to be nice to him.

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     Any smile he had on his face, disappeared. It was replaced with a more SINISTER look, one that would make anyone cross the street. “ Who said I wasn’t going to? “ He asks, cocking his head to the side. 

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     " oh really  ?  “ now THAT was surprising. ” you better not disappoint, KID .  i wanna see you on the      NEWS. “ if EZRA did do it, he hoped he’d kill himself. either that or have at least a PRETTY mugshot      heath could touch himself to . or he could touch himself to his dead pics. either or . “ when  is it  gon’      happen, ezra ? “

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  He doesn’t have to THINK about the answer to that. A look of pure DESIRE comes across his pale face. Does he dare answer the question? What if Heath calls the cops on him? He shrugs, as if contemplating. “ Maybe I’d steal something big. Like, a million dollars. Or… “ A mischievous grin falls upon his lips. “ Or I’d shoot up my school. “  

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    he’s thinking now. SCHOOL SHOOTER, what a BEAUTIFUL title that would be. “ if i went to school,     i probably would’ve shot it up . but then again , i was home schooled . and i GUESS you can call me a     school shooter. “ he laughs , flashes of his dead parents faces coming into thought . amazing . “ then     why don’t you DO it ? “

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“They fucking deserved what they got.”

     “ of course they did ! that’s why i did it. “ he says pointing at the scrap book he had the         MAN look into. it was full of pictures of his victims, written reports on their deaths, along         with any identification they carried with them. ALL in the BOOK. “ you should skip a bit         more to the middle, that’s where most of the HARLOTS are. “ he takes a large gulp of         his beer and sits down across the man .

     he was  DRUNK  , that’s the only reason  why the book was even being put on DISPLAY      for a stranger to see. and if the stranger moved to the BACK of the book, he’d see some     NECROPHILIAC photographs. heath naked, body wrapped around a corpse, licking the      side of decaying faces. heath was DISGUSTING, but he’d slap the book out of his hand      if he got that deep in. “ i- i liked stabbing HIM the most. “ he points down at a picture of      a young boy. “ he…. he reminded me of my brother. “

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A lot of violence and a lot of swearing starters

Possibly a lot of trigger warnings. Violence, blood, death, injuries, knives, guns etc.

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“How the fuck did you crack their skull?”

“You promised not to fucking do this”

“I would have crushed their brains”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“You kicked their head in because they owed you money?”

“You fucking stabbed the guy”

“You killed someone? I’m so proud of you”

“I hope they spend their last few breaths knowing they never should have tested me”

“There’s still blood in the fucking carpet”

“I told you I did stupid stuff when I got pissed off”

“There’s still blood on the car”

“My knife broke off in his chest somewhere”

“They didn’t deserve that”

“You really should see the other guy”

“They know it was your gun”

“They won’t make it”

“Don’t worry I only broke 90% of their bones”

“You should stab them and see how they fucking like it”

“They fucking deserved what they got”