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Mmm... gullibility. I must have a thing for cannibalism, that or Dusseldorf's most famous serial killer, which I am sure this was inspired by.

I'm beginning to think maybe there is something wrong with me.

Butcher

"Fresh meat!" is my call as I stand out here in the cold, swinging a bell in my hand. "Fresh meat!" I call again, not noticing a young man in his teens approach.

"Sir?" he asks uncertainly and I whip around to give him my attention. "Sir, my name is Edward. I hear you're the butcher that's looking for some extra hands, am I correct?"

I grin at him, a sadistic grin, but the boy doesn't notice the sadism behind it. "Why, yes indeed," I say to him. "It may just be a stand, but these are also hard times." He nods in understanding.

"Looking for work are you?" I ask him and he nods with eager enthusiasm. "I can give you a job as my assistant," I continue. "You just got to show up at my apartment, five o'clock sharp - tomorrow morning. How's that?" I ask him.

Young Edward quickly agrees, but questions why I need him at my residence. "Couldn't I just come here, to your stand?"

I shake my head. "I'm getting up there in my years, boy; I need help carrying the meat from my freezer out here. Get it?" He smiles as nods before promising to be at my apartment before the crack of dawn. I give him my address and he thanks me before hurrying off.

A sadistic smile on my face, I call out again, still ringing the bell.

"Fresh meat!"

But I have no more meat left in my freezer. At least, not until morning.

He shows up at five o'clock, just as he had promised. A cynical smile becomes plastered on my face. I set down my butcher knife, the blade and my apron covered in blood. I see him eyeing the blood on my walls as I approach.

I shake his hand, the grin still there. "Edward. Set your coat down, I have some meat to chop up before it needs to be taken down." He nods and takes off his heavy coat.

I shuffle over to where my knife lay by my refrigerator and freezer. I open the refrigerator and pull out a glass of cold beer I had specially "prepared" for the boy. I hand it to him, saying, "Drink." He does and I wait and stall him for a long while.

I sharpen a random knife as I see him stumble around from the drugged beer, his vision becoming disoriented.

"Come here," I beckon. He obeys, clutching his forehead. "Don't move an inch," I whisper dangerously to him. My grip on the hilt tightens as he stares at me, a confused look plastered on his face.

A maniacal snicker escapes me and I slash his throat. He reels back, clutching his throat, blood oozing through the cracks in-between his fingers. His gasps for breath come out as strangled gargles.

I grab my butcher knife and remove his hand from his throat. The knife digs into his throat. A sickening crunching sound echoes from the blade cutting through his neck makes my stomach churn in candy-sweet delight.

His head severed, I lift it up by the thick, dark brown hair and look into his horror-stricken blue eyes. I open my refrigerator door and place the head on a shelf inside. I close the door and I get back to work.

I stand alone on the cold street with meat on my stand. Bell ringing. Call sounding.

"Fresh meat!"

Danke. And I like your sig. It makes me happy on the inside.
xD