#evil!elliot

You can tell he’s evil cuz he doesn’t have his cute ribbons

the serial killer and the lover that happens to walk in on them mid-slice. [based on this AU.] 

I parked my car behind an abandoned building on the edge of town, taking care to make sure no one was following me. I checked my watch. The lie I had told Sam this time was that I needed to cool off after a long day of work, so I was going to see that movie that I loved and he hated. Again. That meant I'd have about two hours from start to finish. I opened the makeshift door and climbed the stairs in the building to the second floor where I had set up my kill room - or operating room. It really didn't matter which you called it. Both were accurate. My patient, Mr. Lawton, a math teacher at the local high school, saw me and began squirming on the table I had strapped him to. He had been waiting around for me since 6 o clock in the morning when I had caught up with him on his morning jog through the park and injected him with an animal tranquilizer. "Oh, good! You're awake! I was wondering if I'd dosed you too high. But you're a big guy. You can take it, right?" I said, effortlessly chipper. I removed my jacket and pants to reveal my scrubs underneath. Lawton whimpered through the silver duct tape that covered his mouth. "Now, now, Lawton. There will be no whining in my operating room," I said, patting him on the cheek after pulling on my scrub cap. I looked over my tools which I had set up earlier. Everything was in its proper place. The scalpels were shining and clean, and my tools were all lined up. I smiled, picking up the clipboard which held the designs for Lawton's procedure. "That's gonna be you! What do you think?" I said, holding up the clipboard for my patient to see. He squirmed harder and attempted to scream. "Oh! Such enthusiasm! You know, I was a little iffy on the bit with the feet, but you've sold me on it. Nice work! You sure you've never been in advertising?" I teased him, putting down the clipboard and picking up my scalpel. "So... I don't believe in anesthetic, but we don't want you passing out from shock, either, so... Stay awake. Now, what do you say we start getting rid of some of those lower ribs, eh?" With a quick slice of my scalpel and a muffled scream from Lawton, the man's torso was cut wide open, the skin held apart by spreaders. Lawton squirmed more. He was beginning to piss me off. I practically lunged at him, my bloody scalpel at his neck. My entire demeanor switched over to my darker side, my more violent side. "You hold the fuck still or I will cut out your eyes and castrate you, you fucking worm," I snarled.