Behind The Serial Killer

At a club...

Everywhere was booming with loud music. The doom gang had started celebrating their success in the mission they completed yesterday.

They are all in a club partying.

Sting steps into the club and he is immediately surrounded by girls. Prostitutes to be precise.

Sting never liked women. He hated the mare sight of them. He believes that they are all nothing but gold diggers so he treated them as he wished.

Killing a woman wasn't difficult for him at all. His heart is as hard as a rock.

"Hi handsome." one of the girls said.

She is quite tall, six and a half feet tall to be precise. She is wearing a mini skirt which only covered her butt and her top was mainly just a net which revealed her bra covered breasts. She leaned close to Sting and says,

"My name is Sarah and yours?" She stretched her hand for a handshake.

Sting ignores her hand. He couldn't care less.

"What is your name?" She repeated.

Sting gave her a fierce look. Sting is just about to pass her by when she stepped right in front of him blocking his way.

"Get out of my way!" Sting yelled.

Sarah became shocked, not because he yelled at her but because no man has ever resisted her charms. After all, she is the most beautiful girl there.

"What?!" Sarah yelled.

"How dare you reject me?! Do you know how many men long for me in this club?!"

Sting pretended he didn't hear what she just said and walked on. She pulled him back and he gave her a tight slap Immediately.

The slap was so loud and hard that everyone near them heard it. He held her hand tightly on the wrist which made her cry out for help.

"Don't you ever try to cross my path again or else," he then drew out his gun and pointed it at her, "you shall never see the light of tomorrow."

A member of the gang called Red came to calm him down.

"Calm down man just let her go." Red said.

"I need to teach her a lesson." Sting replied.

"Sting you know I and the others look up to you. You are the best at the game. Just let the lady go, we are here to celebrate remember?" Red said.

"Okay." Sting replied.

Red looks at him wondering why he just hates people so much, especially women.

Sting's house...

Later that night when the party was over, Sting went home to his parents. He stopped at the door and reached into his pocket for his keys.

The key didn't seem to fit, he looked at it properly and realized that it is not his keys. Before he could even think of what could have happened he slumped down and fell asleep with his back pressed against the door.

The next morning, Sting woke up at 11am and immediately felt a sharp pain in his head.

"I must have drank too much." he said to himself.

He came down from bed and is about to open the door to the bathroom but stopped to think.

"How did I get in bed?"