The mascot murderer 10
Barney felt so much joy as he was finally able to hold Betty in his arm. He didn't want to smash her face in like he did with the other, he wanted to preserve her beauty til the very end. Her hair was so soft and shiny, it would be a waste to make it sticky with blood. He grabbed Betty by her hair to hold her head still so he could get a better grasp on her neck– her sweet little neck.
The man didn't want to cause her any pain yet, he wanted to see the fear in the girl's beautiful face and he intended to make it last. As he held Betty– their faces a few inches from each other– he whispered in her ear how she was always his favorite; that she was the special, and that her friends were only an obstacle to to get to her. Barney knew the girl blamed herself for the deaths of her friends, he could see it in her face. The pain that can't be caused by physical injury, but something deeper– t