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Born in Helsinki, Nikolai was a rather quiet and collected child. He kept to himself, and was often fascinated with going hunting with his father even at a young age. His father, a hunting man himself took his sons interest as a blessing and went about to show him. From a young age, Nikolai was quiet crafty with a knife, and had quiet an odd relationship with it. He would call it his girl, his father found this a cute thought. Little did he know their son was a psychopath, and he was combing him into the perfect killing machine.
As Nikolai grew, his parents had another child, a daughter. Nikolai didn't seem to take much of a liking to the girl at first, it showed at school. In grade 4, Nikolai had enough of the affections and coddling his parents gave to the girl. He wanted to learn more hunting, and how to kill. His urges were no longer being satisfied by weekly hunting trips. One day, Nikolai acted out in school, another student attempted to take Nikolai's protractor away. He responded with stabbing the sharp end of his compass through the childs hand. After he was sent home, his parents began to pay closer attention to the boy.
After some therapy sessions, Nikolai noticed how he could play the therapist, and how he could play his parents with faked displays of emotion. But the boy was a good actor, he observed in school. He made some kids cry just to see how to do it himself. They were too scared to tell anyone.
Nikolai began a plan then, as he was 10, his sister 5. Nikolai began a plan to kill his little sister. She wasn't anything of use to him. He didn't see how she could benefit his life, in any way but his own pleasure. So he fantasized, for three years. Showing his parents he was warming up to his sister, that they were becoming friends. They hung out more often and Nikolai became very good at being a good big brother. His displays were convincing to everyone who saw. Except when they were alone.
When they were alone, Nikolai would make her undress, so he could study her body, to better envision how he would cut her up. Each time he did it, he would just stare and write in his book. This was their 'quiet time'. And of course. Little sister didn't know, she only complained when she got too cold.
After three years, of teasing himself with his sister, Nikolai decided in his thirteenth year he would kill her. They went down to the river near their home. He asked her if she wanted to go swimming, since it was his birthday. They both got undressed, and went into the water. Nikolai was hungry.
He didn't know what was coming over him. But he loved it, the sensations. He knew what he had to do. She didn't see the gleam of the knife he left beneath his clothing upon the rocks. When he knew she was at ease and comfortable, Nikolai brought her back to the rocks to sit down. He looked at her body, and his hand went to her chest, pushing her back against the rock he kneeled over her. She struggled some, but then Nikolai put his hand firmly down on her throat. Pressing it against the rock to hold her there, squeezing her windpipe so she couldn't scream. He watched her writhe there, and grab at his hand. A big smile was on his face, his lips parted, he felt himself become aroused.
Then he grabbed for the knife, glided it along her skin. She squealed in fear, and Nikolai punctured the blade in her throat, gliding it across. Her blood ran down over her pale body, against the grey rocks and into the water. She gurgled, and shook, then was dead. Nikolai looked to what he had done, and licked his lips. The boy took his time smearing the blood around on her and himself, fucking her dead body, then throwing it in the river. Nikolai washed himself of the blood and calmed himself.
When he went to his parents, he told them she fell into the river after hitting her head. He tried to get her but she went downstream. They rushed to the river to find her body but it was gone. Nikolai's mother frantically scanned the river bed in tears, however Nikolai had forgotten one thing. The knife on the rocks. His father saw, and he looked to him. Nikolai saw that he was going to become angry with him. But the boy, he only smiled, smiled as his mother cried. A smile that he was proud of what he had done. And his father became afraid as he made his own connections.
They had put Nikolai into a private school to keep him away from them, he was put through a mandatory counselling and after he had killed his room mate Nikolai was put in an institution. At the ripe age of 17 Nikolai had been given a pass for a day because of so many years of good service. While out on his trip, Nikolai choked out his supervisor with his own necklace of the lord. Nikolai laughed the entire time he struggled to breath. "Where is your god now? I am God." He said, and he ran free.
Nikolai had been running from city to city on his cleverly constructed killing sprees since then. His parents try to support european police on his wherabouts, but Nikolai always remained slippery. After his first fuck up, with the knife, a part of himself grew that wanted perfection. It was always rude, and angry and spoke ill of everyone around. Nikolai depended on it for his plans and schemes. He accumulated scars around his neck and wrists and chest from not listening, from the 'dark Nikolai' taking over. It is darker, harder and meaning than his own self. It is a pure hunter. Nikolai hates him, and Nikolai loves him, and Nikolai knows, that it is him. He still carries with him his first hunting knife. Using it to make his signature kills.
Be careful out there
