“Marry me Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone” Gaspar said. The blood of his girlfriend’s finger that he was holding was dripping down his arm, and into his now blood stained white shirt.

The cut off head of Juliet was turned towards Gaspar, her now dead eyes looking into his. A look of pure madness appeared on the man’s face. No, not a man. This was no man anymore. The humanity in him was no longer there. It left along with his sanity.

His bloody axe was laying on the cold ground next to him, waiting for its next victim.

Gaspar took the engagement ring he had bought for Juliet out of his pocket, and gently placed it on her ring finger, which was no longer attached to the rest of her lifeless body.

A sadistic chuckle came from Gaspar, one that let the unfortunate listeners grasp even the slightest of this person’s madness.

The murder of Juliet, his love, was his first. It was justified at least. She had refused to marry Gaspar. How could she? After all he had done for her.

Gaspar got up. He took his axe. He started walking down the street in search of his next victim. He saw a light coming from a house. He stood in front of the window and he stared at the two little children who were playing together. He smiled creepily and continued to look at them for an hour before he broke the glass and strangled one, and drowned the other. The parents came, and them too, were killed. Killed by the same axe that was used kill Gaspar’s love, and the only one he would ever know.