With the patience and precision of a sergeon, he sliced into his victim's upper arm and carefully lifted the triangular piece of flesh. After placing the small chunk in a cubyhile of the sectioned plastic cooler he had brought with him, he returned to the job at hand. One by one, he cut out more triangles from the dead man's arm and legs and then carefully stored them in the container.

"I always used a new scalpel and then tossed it afterward"

He had purchased disposable scalpels online. They came ten in a pack, with plastic handles and were individually wrapped and steralized with carbon steel blades. Cost didn't matter. He always spent whatever necessary to accomplish the job. But the scalpels were the least expensive tool he had ever used-less than a dollar each. And the little blades did double duty, first to slit the throat and then make the intricate hummed as he worked, a mundane little ditty that he had heard somewhere years ago.

He took pride in his kills. He never did less than his best.

"I wanted the kill to be clean, quick, and relativly painless. The sweetes pleasure is those few seconds of initial horror they expirience. I prefer psychological torture to physical tortue"

Wether or not the death was quick and painless didn' matter to him one way or the other. He was not opposed to making a victim suffer and had on occasion used both physical and psychological tortue, but not with these particular people.

"It's such a quiet way to kill a person. With their trachea severed they can't scream"

His preference was not the-upclose-and-personal. He prefered killing from a distance. A quick, clean shot in the head, if death was the only agenda. However, he always did whatever was necessary to accomplish his goals. That's why this kill, like the three before it and the ones that would come afer it required him to get his hands dirty.

With his task completed and the four riangles carved from each arm and each leg now stored neatly in the cooler, he lifted the old man and draged him along the bank of the river.

"I never left them where I killed the. I would more the body, usually near a river or lake or stream. I even dragged a woman from her bedroom outside to her pool. There is something peaceful about water, don't you think?"

He had been forced to leave the first body in her apartment, but he had taken her into the bathroom and filled the tub. Not exactly a river or even a pool, but under the circumstances, it had been as close as he could get her to water. As luck would have it, he had been able to drag the second victim from the back proch where he had slit her throat, to the river nearby. He had dumped the third victim in the shallow stream bed located on the man's property.

"I always struck after midnight. Never before. I wanted the body to be found in the morning. There is something beautiful about the morning sunlight caressing a corpse"

In his opinion, there was nothing beautiful about a corpse, neither in the dark nor in the full light of day. As a general rule, the time of day-ornight-was in-consiquential, unless there was a reason for specific timing. But he was following a sequence of events with the contracts, somewhat like following a road map to reach a specific destination. Each step in the procedure was a necessity. The exact time of death was not important-as long as the person was dead by morning.

"I had a special upright frexer where I kept my carvings"

He never kept trophies. He didn't want or need any. The souvenirs from these kills were not for him. They were for someone else. Someone who would appriciate their significance.

xX I'd like to fly away but my wings have been so denied Xx

"Here's the real treasure" The large, dark skinned vetenarian pointed at the small, sad-eyes beagle who peered out of the cage.

"She's a sweet little thing, but she still doesn't know what hit her. Her elderly owner passed away, and nobody in the family wanted to take her.

"Hmmm do you have anything larger?"

"Well, I've got a nice collie-German shepherd mix over here"

The animal sat on the floor of his pen, his head resting on his outstretched paws. As the vetenarian and his client approached, the dog rose to his feet, wagged his tail and eagerly pressed his nose against the metal screen.

"Why is he here?"

"The owner said the dog shed too much. Can you believe that? This dog is highly intelligent, loyal and dependable, but it wasn't worth brushing every day? "

"Ridiculous" The client agreed.

"It's sad really, how many dogs get dumped here. I know this is a vet clinic, and a small one at that, but I can't stand the thought of leaving a dog out to die, so I take in the strays and unwanted, and hope that someone will come along and give them a home" The vet said, looked down at the dog and sighing.

The other man nodded in reply , then after a brief silence, spoke up. "What about that one?"

The vet turned to the large pen against the wall. "Ah, the great Dane, he's out gentle giant, but he's not going to be an easy one to place. He'll eat somebody out of house and home"

"What do you think he weighs?"

"I can tell you right now"

The vet opened the cage and led the large black dog to the scale at the rear of the room.

"One hundred and twelve pounds" He announced, petting the dog's short, shinny coat.

"How hard is he to handle?"

"He's a sweetheart, very affectionate and playful. He was well trained when he was a puppy. Too bad his owner had to move across the country, and he couldn't take the dog with him" The dog licked the vet's hand.

"What's his name?"

"Marco" The vet replied, placing a hand atop the dog's head.

"I'll take him"

After being given a small adoption fee, the dog and his new owner left the building. The vet smiled inwardly to himself, happy to have finally found Marco a home, and headed to one of the back rooms. The vet opened the door to his right, only to find the room empty and in shambles. Supplies and medicine were scattered about the room. The metallic table which once stood in the middle of the room was now resting on its side in a corner, an ivy pack was busted open on the floor, and dark red liquid painted the tiles.

The vet shook his head, sighed and began to clean up the mess.

"Poor fool is going to get himself killed. At least his thigh can heal now that I've set the bones for him, and given him a blood transfusion. I can't imagine how painful it must have been, running around with a broken femur bone like that. It's a good thing I found him when I did or he would have died in the woods last night"

xX We chase misprinted lies, we face the path of time Xx

Headaches, vodka, and asprin; asprin, vodka and headaches. The combination was enough to make anyone reel, the auburn haired teen thought, massaging his temple with one hand as he popped three tablets into his mouth with the oher. He reached for the glass on his desk and took a long drink, then silently began counting to thirty, swishing the vodka in his mouth to disolve the asprins.

After a little while the pain in his head eased. Not as much as on previous days, however. Not nrearly. And he still felt some dizzyness, soon he would have to add another tablet to his home remedy. Four to swollow. Or perhaps he would expiriment. Increase the amount of vodka, chase down the medicine with a good, clean shot. Certainly tha would make things more palatable. Still, on had to wonder about certain things. Was is possible to oversode on asprin and alcohol? And where would it lead?

Jimmy sat there at his desk with his eyes closed, the curtains drawn over his window to block out the sunlight pouring in over the high east. He wondered what the headaches, dizzyness and early mourning drinking said about his health. Certainly nothing good. Jimmy straightened, opened his eyes. The bookcase oposite of his desk doubled and trembled in his vision. He took a deep breath, blinking twice but the room remained unfocused. Dear heaven, if there even is such a place, he felt ugly. Much of it, he knows is due to that damn invisible scar on his side.

He capped off the vodka, and put it into his bottom drawer. In minutes the owners of this house where he rented this small room would come in yelling, wondering where their rent was and why he was still here and not off to school. There were nice people really; an older couple who were willing to take this juvinille in when noone else would. He was grateful for their hospitality.

How long has it been since that damn day? He remembers it clear just like it was yesterday. There was a fight in the alley that night. It had started with an argument, the fucker didn't want to pay his price for the drugs, but Jimmy wasn't going to just let the guy walk all over him. The argument quicly became heated and this lead to a full out brawl. At the time Jimmy didn't understand why, but all off a sudden the guy's anger rose to an incredible height, and then... and then the impossible happened. Right before his eyes, this guy he was fighting became a beast, ya know? Large and hairy like the movies? Only this was real. This creature of lore sunk it's sharp claws into his side and left Jimmy there to bleed to death. But Jimmy didn't die that night, infact he had been reborn. Thinking back on that day made Jimmy's head throbe.

He needed to pull himself together.

He stretched his legs, pushed back his chair and stood. The bookshelf swelled in his eyes again, and he placed a hand on the edge of his desk to steady himself and waited. Soon the sensation subsided, and he grabbed his bag before leaving his room and heading out the front door toward Beacon High, the school he had been going to since just las month.

xX Slow I suffocate, I'm cold and broken, alone Xx

"Yo! new guy!" An angry voice shouted once Viddict found an empty seat.

"That seat is taken. You know what that means? It means you've got to find a new seat!" Viddict ignored the jock and pulled a notebook out of his bag.

"Hey! Did ya hear me pretty boy!" The jock yelled, trying to grab the attention of the new guy.

Fuming, the jock leaned in toward Viddict, thinking that if he knocked him in the back of the head, he'd have his attention then. Just before Jackson's palm made contact with the back of Viddict's head, Viddict had turned around and snatched the jock's hand right out of the air.

"Don't try that again" Viddict hissed, putting emphasis on the don't.

"Oh yeah? You gonna make me?" Jackson retorted and tried to pull his hand away from V iddict, but his grip was like stone. Viddict growled under his breath and increased the pressure on the jock's hand, causing him to sequel in pain and squirm under the pressure in a sad attempt to loosen the boy's grip.

"Ow ow ow! Ok, ok! Let me go!" The jock shouted, and Viddict released his grip with a force full shove.

"Gees, what's your deal man?" Jackson asked, rubbing at his sore hand. Viddict breathed a heavy sigh and turned around, only to come face to face with the red haired girl he passed in the hall earlier. At first a look of shock ran across Viddict's features, but that soon melted away and was replaced by one of curiosity as he studdied the girl's face. It was her hair that first caught his attention, it was that all too familiar shade of red. He took in her milky white skin which was dotted with freckles, her plump pink lips and lastly her green eyes.

She looks so much like her, yet not like her at all...

Viddict blinked and pulled himself from his trance, only to notice that the girl was now studying him.

"Can I help you?" Viddict asked.

"Huh? Oh, sorry I was just...hi, I'm Amelia" The girl stuttered.

A pretty name, but not as pretty as her's.

To the girl's surprise, a playful smile lite up Viddict's face.

"Viddict, Viddict Agustus, but I'm sure you already figured that out" He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Agustus? hahaha! Really?" Viddict was taken aback by Amelia's reply

"Well, it wasn't exactly my choice" Viddict replied sourly.

It really wasn't, I don't know why I chose the name it just seemed so familiar and welcoming at the time. And it's not like I could have used Silvar; my ...foster family? I don't even know what to call them anymore. Anyway, I couldn't just have used their last name, it would only make it that much easier for them...

"Hmm... true, but still, ya got to admit it is pretty fucking funny" Amelia said with a light laugh.

She's deffinitly not like her... not like her at all...

"Uhh.." The red head said after a moment, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Hmm?" Viddict asked, coming back to reality

"You were starring..." She trailed off, not wanting to sound awkward, but with her luck it did anyway.

"Sorry, it's just that you...remind me of someone" He said in a sad whispered voice, and looked down.

"Oh" She said, in about the same tone, sensing that they were getting onto a touchy subject.

The teacher cleared his throat.

"Amelia, Viddict, am I interrupting something?" He asked, tapping his foot with impatience. Both Amelia and Viddict shook their heads in silence.

"Good" He said, satisfied and headed back up to the front of the class to continue his lecture.

Amelia sighed and gave Viddict a sheepish smile before turning around.

After a prolonged lecture the bell finally rang, it's shrill whine sent Viddict's head spinning.

Viddict slung his bag over his shoulder, and seemingly rolled out of his chair. Sighing, he started making his way toward the door only to be stopped by an angry black haired girl.

"Hey! Why did you ignore me like that ealirer! That wasn't very nice!" The girl pouted, stomping a foot on the ground.

"I...What? Oh...uhh sorry" Viddict gave her a brief, monotone apology then went on his way.

"Hey! I wasn't done with you!" Tucker's voice faded behind Viddict.

Ok, I realize Jackson is a bit ooc, there are a few reason's for that though. Since the Kanima is not in this story, Jackson remains human, and you all know how desperate Jackson was to become a werewolf? Well, since he didn't get what he wanted he's taking it out on the world, so in toher words, he's become an even bigger jack ass then before... if that's even possible :O lol

Anyway, this one's a bit short but I think I've got enough different scenes in here to help. Please review and let me know if I'm doing ok with your oc or if I totally screwed them up. I'll try to fix it if I really messed up on them. Hope you all like the story so far and thanks for reading!

ps: Stop raping the review section with "Please update today"! argghhh! Holy shit, ya know I get so excited to see what someone said about the story and when I check it's a simple "please update!" ... over and OVER. I'll update when I get to it. It takes a while to write... that last scene with Grear took me almost two hours... TWO HOURS, think about how long it will take to write the rest of the chapter... I'm not a fucking magician or writing superman here! lol Plus I take breaks between my writing so I don't burn myself out...if that happens ya wont be seeing any writing for a very VERY long time... so chill out. I'll update when I can. I mean, I may not have much of one, but I do have a life outside of fanfiction! hahaha