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It was 1:00 am.

Rex's eyes looked rapturously towards the sharpened scalpel he let balance precariously on his fore-claw. "To know god, is to know madness." He whispered almost reverently to the blade as his fingers wrapped around it. Feeling the cold steel in his claw, he turned and smiled calmly in his red tie and black suit.

Bound and gagged in the chair, the man behind him gave a muffled scream that echoed around the warehouse. Dyl-- , no, he would not grace the MAN with his given name. This man had less standing in his mind than a rat! A nasty rat that claws it's way through filth and sewage would be more welcomed here than this MAN! Rex's reptilian teeth were all exposed as he glared down at his friend-- no, NO! He was nothing more than prey! His tail snapped at the ground, and the man started to quiver.

He eased his stance, and strutted over. "Oh, I've scared you, haven't I?" His tail was swinging joyously with each carefree step. "Do you remember when you scared me?" His wrist flicked the blade left and right. "Told me you'd cut me good for being a fag. Yeah, I remember well! You along with that slut of yours!"

"Well," his claws grasped the sides of the chair and he leaned in. His forked tongue flickered quickly in and out of his mouth with a soft slurping sound before he whispered into the Rat's ear, "I have another surprise!"

He backed away from rather heavy-set human, over to another chair whose occupant was still unconscious, and shrouded in a black cloak. He placed the sharpened scalpel back on the tray resting beside the figure.

He ripped off the shroud to reveal a mildly overweight woman, with long strings of colored red hair. "Surprise! You see I sedated her with those medicines you two so frequently abused..." He slipped on two white gloves made a bit thicker to prevent his claws from penetrating and took up the scalpel once more, "In fact," He carefully incised a small line just above her ear at the hair line, careful not to get her soft red hair mixed in, "that's how I got you. Lesson learned, I suppose."

He pulled the forceps and scissors next, but not before he wiped the blood from the wound to clear it up. His hands were deft in the ability to preform surgery, and he often thought it was a pity that he was denied such a glorious chance to become a healer and--- The man behind him was screaming and rocking back in forth in his chair like he had gone mad. Rex's hand threw down the scissors in frustration, grabbed the small flawlessly white remote on the tray and clicked on the small computer that he had set up earlier after all the warehouse workers went home.

The gentle sounds of Schubert's Ave Maria echoed throughout the warehouse, drowning out the dissonant sounds of that rat! For a brief moment, Rex was taken aback by it's surreal beauty. Even more, he was in love with the dissonance of murder and soft classical music.

With an elated sigh, he picked up the scissors off the tray and began to cut the superficial fascii that held her skin to her face. A snip here, and a few quick snips there and half her face was hanging down off of her peacefully resting face. It was beautiful he thought to himself, as he finished up a few more snips. With great care, his blade slowly carved out under her chin, careful to avoid the carotid, slipping carefully over the trachea, and finishing with stylish flare over her other ear.

When he pulled the skin from her head, it exposed the fat around her once rosy cheeks, and the thought that those fat-filled deceiving lips no longer had a pretty face to help her spin her tales of deceit, well, his white teeth flashed with pleasure. Those awful lips that had the audacity once to call him a 'fag' were gone.

He picked up her face and dropped it into a small container before sealing it, then turned to the weeping man. "There, there." He whispered as he approached him, "She may or may not live... that's a much better chance than you have." Rex reached down feeling up the sides of his jeans, slowly rolling his gloved claws over every part of his thighs. "Your knife, you always carried a knife-- ah," The snap of the blade made the man's eyes go wide.

The violent thrashing of the man only served to excite Rex; his violent movements felt orgasmic to the touch as he ran his tail across the man's thigh. Carefully, he aligned the blade between the third and fourth button of his shirt and whispered "Goodbye, friend." before he gave a hard shove slicing through fat and muscle tissue into his aorta.

He could feel the blade handle shudder with each beat of the man's heart, "One, two, three..." On the third and final beat the man's head fell in a silent bow as his chest cavity filled with blood.

It was 2:00 am and his performance was over.

With a small briefcase in hand, he emerged into the orange glow of a small lamp above the entrance of the door, withdrawing from his suit two grainy blown-up security photos. The first one was of a doberman named, Eli, and a human named, Alec.

"New Friends." Rex's maw split into a smile.