Destruction of Perfection

A story I wrote in High School:

I watch the leaves pass over the clear blue water slowly turning a shade of orange due to a setting sun. Even the sun seems to know my deed while it hangs low behind the horizon as though depressed and disappointed in me. But I refuse to respond to the beauty calling my name aloud. A different sort of beauty appeals to me - one of loud screams and red blood wafting into my senses. The rush of hearing the last gasp of breath gives me the most exhilarating and enticing feeling I could ever dream of. My blood crashes from my beating heart through every vein in my body with such force, it's hard to breathe. And after it's done, I sit staring through the woman's blank eyes, shaking. My body rocks in place as I start laughing hysterically. The sound of my voice echoes through the empty room, only containing a bed and a box of knickknacks I pick up in my adventures; necklaces that I eventually throw into a lake along with their owners. My conscious reverts back to the present time and I realize this lake I am standing at the edge of is burning red versus the orangey color it was before. It's been done once more and with the same amount of prestige as any other time. Perfect.
And yet the trees mock me and pierce the surface of the water with their branches as though threatening to turn me in. I must remember to cut those trees down… they'll be my downfall. And yet everything that surrounds this lake witnesses my acts of splendor and does nothing except swing in the bitterly cold wind. The wind pushes my deeds to the other side of the lake so that some unsuspecting victim will come across it. The small fish and other creatures beneath the surface must have one delicious feast each day… I don't envy them but rather feel the connection. It's what keeps us animals moving…fresh flesh.
I walk back to the cabin in search of some wood to burn in the fireplace until I get back from a new hunt but I'm scared the long, strengthening arms of these great oaks will swipe at my face in anger. They see so much and endure much pain I'd imagine as I cut off wood for my own purposes and hurting an innocent living being. Oh well. There are more important things to busy myself with…
As I walk through the streets filled with crowds of gossiping families and groups of friends, I feel the usual surge of energy rush into my veins. The prowler in me has released itself among the hundreds of innocent victims, waiting for that special one to walk by. The perfect candidate to be chosen to witness the most spectacular thing they can imagine: the destruction of a desired perfection. My fantasies run away with me as a beautiful brunette walks by. Her name, age, occupation, family life information, anything one would want to know in a civilized conversation, is unnecessary to me. As long as her voluptuous body can ease my aching heart…And there she is…the one that will bring peace to my mind tonight.
I slowly walk towards her, watching her smooth, long brown hair slide gracefully back and forth across her back. Her heels click against the cement in obvious urgency. I have always wondered why women wear heals if it slows them down but I don't complain. They seem to make the woman's calves flex, reflecting the sun's radiance in the light crevice of muscle that bulges ever so slightly. My knees rapidly lose strength as I watch her walk across the quad. I'm only gazing upon the back side of her full being and already I can't wait for tonight. When my hormones will be put to the test, and then let go until tomorrow. Somehow she will see that being perfect should not be the focus of society. Having the perfect body does not make you any more sensual than one that does not. She will see. I will make her see. And when she does, it will be the last thing she ever makes out with her naked eye.
Slowly the sun is bidding a gracious farewell to earth as we all collectively welcome the moon with open arms. Night. The image of perfection in my mind. Balls of gas burning thousands of miles away and yet still shedding light on those they know nothing of. I have followed this woman throughout the entire city, waiting for her to get home, so that I may act as the stars and shed some light on her mind. They will all know my name soon enough.
Finally, after much toil with my thoughts as to how I was going to capture this woman, I have her in my possession. No one will ever know how she disappeared as I leave no traces behind. My gentle nature with her in the beginning made sure she made no sound and could not slyly call anyone. Genius, I know. Now, she is lying on the bed, looking quite peaceful and with a strange expression on her face. Almost smiling but…maybe I'm just imagining things. Anyways, time to get to work. First things first… I need to find a knife of some sort and a piece of coal to rip apart the flawlessness of this creature as I take the pleasure from her too. What can I say, I'm a man. I need satisfaction in my life and physical satisfaction is my middle name.
"Where am I??" The woman's awake. It is time for the fun to begin.
"You are in my humble home, under my rules, and at my leisure." I always start out that way. "If you attempt to run away, which you won't have time to do, believe me, it won't be pretty."
"What do you want with me? WHO ARE YOU??" This woman's brain seems to be malfunctioning; she wants to know what I'm going to do before knowing who the hell I am. She must be frightened. Good.
"My identity shall not be known to you, and what I'm going to do will be simple to understand once you look about the room. Firstly, look at your own body. It's bare. I plan to have my way with you if that's ok?"
She didn't answer. I just laughed at my own joke, who would ask their victim if it's ok to go on with the plan? NO ONE. Hilarious.
"Anyway, that's only part of it. As you display you're your splendors of sexuality, I will be using this piece of coal that lies in my hand, which will momentarily be heated, to slowly bake the surface of your skin. When the wounds are deep enough, and your energy has completely run out, I will start the old art of amputation. A leg, arms, whatever I think is necessary to the demise of your blatantly portrayed excellence. And then you'll slowly bleed to death the last few moments of your life, as I watch the last stages of the destruction of perfection finally come to a remarkable end. Any questions?"
"Yes. Why are you doing all of this to me?" SHE style="mso-spacerun: yes" why. WHY?! DID I NOT JUST TELL YOU!?!
"Women like you seem to think that physical beauty is everything; that every part of your body needs to be perfect. Look at me. I'm far from "perfect", in fact most people would call me giant or fatso or whatever they choose to spit out. Yet my appearance hides my true nature of…"
"Your evil nature! Someone will catch you someday!" She needlessly interrupted me. This is ridiculous; I refuse to speak to this woman any longer. I will just ignore anything else she says until I am finished heating this piece of coal. That bitch, trying to psych me out, make me thing I'll get caught. Like hell I will.
"Are you listening to me, you evil bastard?!"
"No."
"You're a twisted son of a --"
"Stop. Right now. If you say one more word, your punishment will be greater."
She stopped talking. Finally, silence. The only thing making noise in the room now is the cackling of the fire, wordlessly displaying the chuckle rising in my lungs. Once more, my deed will be done with the utmost perfection. TRUE PERFECTION.
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A small boy in the next room was playing in the castle he built by himself when he heard a bloodcurdling scream. A woman, he sensed, had just been viciously torn to pieces. He slowly got up, walked a few steps down the hall, and peered into the room.
The woman's skin looked like a marshmallow over an open fire. Burnt to the point where skin was peeling off in all directions. Her chocolate brown eyes were bulging from their sockets and her mouth still wide open after screaming. It seemed as though the shock of the situation had just hit her square in the face. The boy's father began to cut the woman's fingers off as he gazed intently upon her flawless facial features. The woman looked down and instantly fainted upon witnessing this horrific scene. He began to saw at other limbs until the bed was weighing down with the hefty amount of blood that had seeped into its seams. When he finished, he tilted her head to the side, unclasped the chain that lay limp upon her neck, and placed the necklace in the palm of his hand. He looked around at his son and smiled.
"Fine work father. You will be rewarded in due time for your good deeds."