Meanwhile, behind the bar, a lad was dying.<br/><br/>Violently.<br/><br/>Proper vicious murder, as a homeless man mouth was closed shut by a stranger's hand. A knife slid up his backside, trying to cut through his spin. As the homeless man collapsed to the ground, the murderer continued to slice up his back with repeated stabbings. It was a hunter trying to carve open it's killed prey, reaching in to remove its organs. It was absolute mutilation, as skin was stripped off unevenly, and muscle was left out on the alleyway path. After twenty minutes had passed, the corpses back was emptied out, left to rot behind a dumpster. The murderer stood up, breathing heavily from the energy it took out from him. His gloves were covered in blood, and his clothes soaked in red. He couldn't help but give the blood a taste, licking his index finger.<br/><br/>Too metallic, he thought to himself. After that, he left the scene, escaping into the night. Around an hour later, the same man who did that walked into the bar, wearing different clothes. He eyed up the bar scene, which smell of beer and men who hadn't showered in some time. yeah, this'll do. Walking up to the bar, he ordered himself a drink, only a set or two down from where Abby was. He looked handsome, around her age, maybe a year or two younger, with his dark brown hair short but wavy, and a slightly tanned skin. This was James. He was a third year student at college, and everyone seemed to like him. He was talkative, friendly, perhaps a touch weird to be around, but never enough to make people not be around him.<br/><br/>The reality behind James though was...... Well, serial killer would be a good word to use for him. The feeling of playing god with someone's life was quite fun for him, along with other taboo and vicious acts. It was just a mental tick in his head, a feeling in his body that said to do it. It was fun being the man everybody wanted to find, the guy behind the deaths, one the police wanted to find. Maybe it was him taking some revenge out on the world for his parents, but James enjoyed being a sadist. To have everyone around you fear you was, 'erotica for the mind,' in his own opinion, even if he didn't get off on it.... Sometimes.<br/><br/>The bar was a perfect location to find another victim of his perverted enjoyment of death, but when he saw Abby, he couldn't help but see her as a more suitable target than any of the other fat, old, and dense patrons of the bar. She was beautiful, fit, had the look of intelligence on her. She'd be perfect.