Moon_Boy
Bull in a china shop
Serial Killer by Lana Del Rey
Sam Lawson had felt empty as a child and never had any friends or regard for anybody around him. He had always felt like something was missing; what was it? Sam’s mother and father always fought until one day Sam’s father was dead to his mothers hands and he had witnessed the whole thing. From that moment on, he and his mother had a close bond. She taught him how love can kill and that was when Sam knew he was just like his mother and he would never let down his guard. Killing was his favourite pastime. One day, his mother was arrested but she kept his secret and he went of to university. Sam had a plan to fall in love and find the one and kill for them. He knew his man would be at university. That’s were his mother had found his father and if he needed to he could kill his man, but only if he wasn’t obeying him.
It wasn't long before he caught Sam's eye, the man of his dreams. Sam's heart skipped a beat and he knew this was what he needed. He needed this man to be his forever. He thought about what his mother had told him about love and how she had courted his father; play the sweet one with cherry cola on your tongue and fair skin, never snap and always laugh. Never let them see the blood you spill and give them what they want as long as it plays into your game. Be careful the tables don't turn. If you must, you might have to kill them.' The next day, Sam saw that the other man was talking to someone and made a note of it. He might just have to kill them if they got too close. Sam approached the other man, knowing that he would have to make a move before it got too late. The halls of the university seemed to get longer and each step drawled out as he got closer to him. Fear. He wasn't used to such a feeling. He had seen his mother kill his father at the age of ten and had been in awe not fear. Now he has a kill count totalling seven and this was the first time he has felt scared.
He would make this man his.
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Sam Lawson had felt empty as a child and never had any friends or regard for anybody around him. He had always felt like something was missing; what was it? Sam’s mother and father always fought until one day Sam’s father was dead to his mothers hands and he had witnessed the whole thing. From that moment on, he and his mother had a close bond. She taught him how love can kill and that was when Sam knew he was just like his mother and he would never let down his guard. Killing was his favourite pastime. One day, his mother was arrested but she kept his secret and he went of to university. Sam had a plan to fall in love and find the one and kill for them. He knew his man would be at university. That’s were his mother had found his father and if he needed to he could kill his man, but only if he wasn’t obeying him.
It wasn't long before he caught Sam's eye, the man of his dreams. Sam's heart skipped a beat and he knew this was what he needed. He needed this man to be his forever. He thought about what his mother had told him about love and how she had courted his father; play the sweet one with cherry cola on your tongue and fair skin, never snap and always laugh. Never let them see the blood you spill and give them what they want as long as it plays into your game. Be careful the tables don't turn. If you must, you might have to kill them.' The next day, Sam saw that the other man was talking to someone and made a note of it. He might just have to kill them if they got too close. Sam approached the other man, knowing that he would have to make a move before it got too late. The halls of the university seemed to get longer and each step drawled out as he got closer to him. Fear. He wasn't used to such a feeling. He had seen his mother kill his father at the age of ten and had been in awe not fear. Now he has a kill count totalling seven and this was the first time he has felt scared.
He would make this man his.
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Please pm me or comment for more details about this plot.
