|In the Mind of a Serial Killer
Author: TerrierLee PM
A look... Inside the armor... BarrycentricRated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Horror - Barry the Chopper - Words: 352 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 2 - Published: 12-05-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2160450
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Title: In the Mind of a Serial Killer
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Spoilers: Ep8, from what I know, and Chapter 31 from the manga
Summary: A look... Inside the armor... Barry-centric
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Barry the Chopper.
I remember the first time I felt the real pleasure of chopping up meat.
I had an order, for I was a butcher, so of course I happily went to work. But when the knife sliced into that pound of meat, a shock went through my body.
I didn't know it at first, but that's where the chopper in me came to life.
I started small, like when I got orders, then went on to cats and dogs. Sure, reports of missing animals climbed, but they would never suspect that I put the cat or dog meat into their orders.
But as time wore on... Cats and dogs couldn't satisfy me. I tried horses, cows, sheep. Nothing could stop my desire to chop.
One night, as I lied in bed, I took a glance at my wife. In the moonlight, she looked so ripe.
A shudder of pleasure came over me. I had found the thing to satisfy my lust for chopping.
I planned everything that night. I would act like everything was normal, then at night; I would chop till only tiny pieces were left. I hid two knives, a big butcher knife and a long, thinner knife, in my room, visible to me but not to her.
By the time morning came, I was ready.
I started to shake with anticipation as the day rolled on, but I acted as normal as can be around my ripe, plump wife.
As my wife slept in bed, I took out two knives which were hidden to all but myself.
As the bigger of the two knives sliced into my wife's flesh, my hunger started to fade, yet rise. I slammed both knives down onto my wife.
Blood gushed onto my face, yet I grinned.
I had found my passion.