Rebirth Of A Serial Killer 70 Return 1

The youth's hand was shaking slightly, Inside of his right hand was a small kitchen knife. The youth had a large jacket on to cover his body from the cold. The wind was blowing, fog traveled out of his mouth each time he breathed.

The couple was pretty drunk, it was the reason they were trying to walk home. They didn't want to drink and drive. They didn't even notice the youth that was watching them while they were walking home.

The youth kept his eyes on the woman, he really didn't put the man in his eyes. The woman was wearing a brown coat with a small scar that covered her neck. The couple was falling into each other because they were so drunk.

The youth kept his eyes on the couple, he was getting excited the farther the couple moved away from the city. Finally, they were very far away from anyone. The youth decided it was time for him to act.

He ran across the street, trying to not make any sound. Once he got to the other side of the street he brought out his dagger. He held the dagger tight, making his knuckles turn white from the pressure he put on the dagger.

Slowly, the youth walked behind the couple. The youth had been watching the couple for a little bit over an hour, it was quite late at night. No one was around for a mile or two, this brought a small smile to the youth's face.

"Da...Da...Da..."

The youth let out a small sound. Slowly walking behind the couple.

"Da...Da...Da..."

Louder this time, the youth spoke out. The dagger was hidden inside of the youth's coat. He didn't want to show the dagger just yet to the couple. The man turned around to look at the youth. When the man turned around the youth was a small kid, he couldn't have been older than 12 years old.

The youth walked closer to the man since the man stopped moving the woman also turned around. She was slightly less drunk than her husband, but she was surprised to see the youth following them.

"Kid? Why are you out of your house at this time of night?"

"Da...Da...Da..."

The youth walked closer and closer, finally, the youth stopped moving. The youth was now only around one meter away from the couple. A small smirk appeared on his face, he didn't show any emotion just a small smile.

The woman looked a little bit confused at the smile the youth gave off but didn't think much of it. Her husband walked forward, he crouched down to talk to the youth. The woman decided that her husband was going to be able to deal with the youth.

"Kid, where do you live?"

The man tried to talk straight, but he was very drunk and it was hard for him to talk. His words were slurring each time he tried to speak to the youth.

The youth looked at the man, still having the small smile on his face. He brought out the small dagger that was in his cat. With a quick movement, the youth sent the knife towards the man's chest.

The man didn't react in time, the dagger went into the man's chest. The man fell over, he started to clutch his chest. He was in quite a lot of pain, the youth missed the man's heart by a couple of inches.

The man was losing blood, but he wasn't going to die to only one knife wound.

"???"

The woman bent down and looked at the wound on her husband's chest. The knife was still in his chest, she didn't know what to do. She looked around trying to find the youth, but she couldn't see anything.

Of Course, the youth's name was Zuhn Sheng. The present-day sect master of White Roses.

Zuhn ran behind a wall breathing heavily. Adrenaline was rus.h.i.+ng through his body. He couldn't get over the rush he just got from stabbing the man.

'Where am I?'

The woman was screaming and crying over her husband trying to get him to wake up. Zuhn was still smiling after hearing the wife beg for her husband to get up.

Zuhn's body moved on its own. Zuhn's head peaked around the corner only to see the wife still hovering over the husband's body. The smile on Zuhn's face quickly turned to a huge grin.

The woman's body was covered in her husband's blood. The man was still moving slowly, trying to move his hand towards his wife's.

Zuhn tried to hold back his laughter from seeing how the couple was reacting to what he just did. Just watching their faces made Zuhn almost die from laughter. The woman was scrambling around for her phone in her purse to call the police.

Zuhn wasn't going to let the woman call the police. Zuhn walked out from behind the wall. He slowly walked up to the couple, trying his hardest not to make a sound. When he got close enough, he ran for the knife in the man's chest.

With all of his force, he took out the knife. The man's whole body moved from the pain. Although the man was already about to die he tried to put up a fight against Zuhn. Zuhn didn't want to deal with the man and quickly stabbed the man multiple times.

Blood splashed onto Zuhn's face causing him to back up a little from the sudden shock. Fresh warm blood started to flow down his face. Zuhn stuck out his tongue, small drops of blood fell onto his tongue. A Sweet taste rushed throughout his whole body.

Along with the cold wind, Zuhn was in bliss. He loved the taste of the blood along with the feeling of killing someone.

The man wasn't moving anymore, he lost too much blood from Zuhn stabbing him multiple times. Zuhn walked slowly away from the man's body. Blood soaked into Zuhn's shoes, causing footprints of blood to appear.

Zuhn almost forgot, but the woman was still standing over her husband. She was watching Zuhn during his whole experience of killing her husband. She didn't move forward to try and stop Zuhn, she was full of fear.

When Zuhn looked into her eyes, all he could see was the terror in her eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her face. She was frozen in place from what she just saw. Zuhn moved his knife back up and pointed it at the woman.

The woman didn't move in the slightest, she stood still not moving a muscle. Zuhn though that the woman died of fright. When he moved closer he could see that she blinked a couple times as he moved closer.

Zuhn brought up his knife, slowly pointing it at the woman. Blood from her husband now covered her once brand new brown coat. Raising his dagger closer to the woman, she suddenly stopped being frozen.

She tried to step back, but she tripped over her left foot. Falling back, Zuhn took this opportunity and crouched down, he was now hovering over the woman. He brought his dagger to the woman's neck, small droplets of sweat fell down her neck.

Zuhn took it slow, and just kept his knife pinned up to her neck. Zuhn noticed her face turned a different color. Her face turned white, fear was still written all over her face. Though her eyes told a different story, Her eyes lost hope. She lost hope in surviving this encounter with Zuhn.

She dropped her hands, her whole body stopped moving. She leaned her head back, accepting the fact that she was going to die. Zuhn didn't understand what was happening the man fought for his life till the end. While the woman just stopped fighting and took her death as fate.

Zuhn slid his dagger slowly onto the woman's neck. Once the knife hit her skin, blood flowed out like a garden hose. Her blood-drenched Zuhn, small tears fell out of her eyes as she died. It only took her a couple of seconds to fully die.

Once her body stopped moving, Zuhn got up and looked down at her lifeless body. His smile still remained on his face. Zuhn took one more look at the woman's body and started to walk away. While he was walking away he noticed a patch of White Roses by a small pond.

Zuhn grabbed two White Roses and walked back to the people he just killed. He placed one on the man's heart. He then moved the man's hand to be holding the rose. Next, Zuhn put the other flower on the woman's chest. Moving her hands to be holding the flower.

The dream in front of Zuhn became reality again. Zuhn stood still, thinking back to this moment in his life. The moment that he was reliving was his first and second kills. Zuhn was quite young when he first started to kill people for fun.

At first, it was just a question that he wanted to answer. Zuhn wanted to know what it felt like to kill another human being. After doing some research online, he read multiple stories of ancient times.

What the killers of the old times said, made Zuhn think his mind away for multiple hours. One day it all built up inside before Zuhn broke and went out to find out an answer.

'Why? Why am I reliving my first kills?'

"Da...Da...Da..."

Zuhn stood still when he heard his voice come from all around. Looking around, Zuhn couldn't spot anyone that was coming towards him.

"Da...Da...Da..."

Zuhn's voice played again, only this time it was louder than the last.

"Who's there?"

This time the voice asked who was there, Zuhn turned around in all directions trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

Once Zuhn stopped looking around, a hand landed on his right shoulder. Zuhn jumped up and turned around to see who's hand it was.

Though, once Zuhn turned around there was no one to be seen. Sweat poured off Zuhn's face. Another hand reached for his shoulder, Zuhn could sense the feeling.

With peer speed, Zuhn reached out and grabbed the arm coming towards him.

"Sir?"

Zuhn opened his eyes, in front of him stood a young girl. Looking more closely, Zuhn noticed that he was holding onto her arm.