Introduction: Dark. Quiet. Crickets chirping in the distance. No one would've expected someone like him to kill anyone. Someone so innocent. So good. So... unsuspectable.Dark red stained his white tee. It would take forever to get it out. Maybe he wouldn't have to; it looked nice. He smiled. The red liquid surrounded his feet. His shoes are stained too.He bent down and ran his finger across the  floor. The liquid was now on his fingers. He stuck them in his mouth. It tasted good. Sweet, like candy. He laughed. He was very glad he did this. His eyes were wide, a huge smile on his face. They deserved it....