[ WP ] Max had always been fascinated with death or rather , killing . Sitting across from the run down tavern he spotted his next victim . He was craving again and he could n't control it .

Max sat on the bench. He sometimes sat there for entire days, looking, waiting. No one really payed him mind, everyone just walked past, too busy with their phones or calls or music. He was no one special, just your average high school senior. He was lithe and not very tall, he was built like a runner, but could take down most adults in a fight. He had brown, shaggy hair, covering his eyes and hiding his gaze. Where he gazed was opposite the bench, an old, abandoned tavern, Alfie's, sat there. It was run-down and graffitied. No one had gone in in years, well, until two weeks ago. 
 
 The police had found a body, completely dissected, organs removed and placed in alphabetical order the organs had sustained no damage in their removal. The police had been mystified, they had never imagined that anyone but a surgeon had the skill, but there were no finger prints found at the scene, all suspects had solid alibis. They never suspected Max. Max lived two towns over, it was only a half an hour commute to the tavern, but the town's police never figured anyone from another town would commit a crime in their town. They were n't the brightest bunch. 
 
 You see, ever since Max was a young boy, he had been obsessed with death, murder. One time when he was just a boy, a man wielding a knife broke into his house, his father had dealt with the man, shotgun versus knife was no competition really. Max saw it all, he saw how the shotgun tore a crimson hole through the man's chest. He listened to the man's breath last breaths, wet as blood slowly pooled into his lungs. Throughout his life, he saw much tragedy, but it never made him sad, it made him curious. He had impulses, he wanted to see the bodies, up close. Listen to the last breaths, to take them apart, see what everything looked like. 
 
 The doctors gave him medication, but it made him feel weird, he liked being feeling in control, it made him feel... whole. He stopped taking it about three weeks ago. 
 
 Max sat on his bench and pulled his coat tighter around himself. He hated the cold, it was n't his style. He liked the summer, to feel the heat of the sun on his face, not the sleet stinging his cheeks. It was about 9:30 at night by now, in the winter season, the street was as dark as midnight, only the glow of a handful of street lamps gave the street any light while the moon hid behind the black clouds. There was a bar next to Alfie's, occasionally spewing out groups of giggling girls and stumbling men. 
 
 Max's knee bounced in anticipation, he liked watching the crowds, it was what held him over, mostly. There was a girl that walked out, she stumbled slightly, but managed to walk in a straight path, heading past Alfie's. Max's feet guided him across the street, he could n't control it, and even if he could, he did n't think he would stop himself. Max whipped out his phone quickly and pretended to be texting, he was twenty feet away from the woman. Fifteen. Ten. Max dropped his phone. 
 
 He did n't really drop it, he sort of tossed it, it landed with a crunch, right in front of the woman. 
 
 `` Shit.'' Max said, loud enough for the woman to hear. 
 
 `` Oh my God.'' Said the woman picking up the phone and handing it back. `` Is it okay?'' 
 
 Max looked at his phone, his case had protected it from the fall. `` It's okay.'' Max said with a relived sigh, showing the woman his phone. Under the street lamp, he could see the woman. The woman was dressed in a tight fitting cocktail dress underneath her heavy wool coat. She had dark hair, flowing a little past her shoulders, her breath reeked of alcohol. The woman stared at Max, he was an attractive boy, well, he was a man by law, but nonetheless he was very `` hot.'' 
 
 `` Um,'' Max shuffled from foot to foot. `` Look, I do n't normally do this, but, um, you're very attractive and, um, I know this is kinda weird, but, um, are you, um...'' Max forced a blush to color his cheeks turning deeper shade of red. 
 
 `` Yes?'' The woman blushed. 
 
 `` Um, are you single?'' Max blurted the last part out. 
 
 `` How old are you?'' The woman smiled at Max. 
 
 `` I'm nineteen.'' Max stated. 
 
 The woman smiled, `` I guess that's okay, where do you want to go?'' 
 
 Max turned his head towards Alfie's. `` What about there? It's abandoned right?'' 
 
 `` An abandoned building? Is n't that...'' Her voice trailed off. 
 
 `` What? My place is pretty far from here, why not?'' 
 
 `` Okay.'' She begrudgingly agreed. `` I just hope it's warm.'' 
 
 Max headed around the back the building, there was an unlocked door, I opened it and stepped inside. Inside was a dusty bar, tables and chairs were scattered across the large front room. From there was a hallway that held the bathrooms and past that was a billiards room. The back door lead to the billiards room, Max made his way to the front room to head towards the break room in the back. 
 
 `` You seem to know your way through here.'' The woman commented. 
 
 `` I'm just guessing.'' Max let loose a nervous laugh, their voices echoing throughout the empty bar. `` Speaking of which, I feel like an ass for not asking earlier, but what's your name? I'm Max.'' 
 
 The woman thought for a bit. `` Shelby.'' She said. 
 
 `` You do n't sound so sure.'' Max commented. 
 
 `` I am, I just was n't sure to tell my real name to a stranger.'' 
 
 `` Oh, okay.'' They were almost to the break room. Max opened the door and peaked inside, `` This is nice.'' 
 
 Shelby looked at him, `` Go on in?'' 
 
 `` Ladies first.'' Max responded, swinging his arms towards the cracked door. 
 
 Shelby flashed Max a smile, and stepped towards the door and pushed it open. 
 
 She immediately took a step back, only to run into Max. `` What... what is this?'' Her voice trembled. 
 
 Max pushed her with no reply, sending Shelby flying into the room, hitting the ground, hard. He calmly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. 
 
 `` What are you doing?'' Shelby screamed. 
 
 Max's face was a mask, showing no emotion, no reaction to her words. He picked up a knife and steel he had found in the kitchen from its hidden compartment from the ceiling tiles. He slid the blade over the steel, the knife making a grinding sound as it made contact with the steel. He set his gaze towards Shelby. She had landed right next to the dark red stain, it was so dark it was almost brown now. Shelby trembled, flinching as the knife was being sharpened. Max set the steel down and raised the knife. Shelby screamed. 
 
 Max sat on his bench. Two weeks before the police had found another body, it had been dissected, like the other. The police were baffled. Max was n't, he was more curious, this time, maybe he'll cut the chest first, see how the heart beats. That always seemed cool.
