Steve got out of the stolen car and proceeded to walk with knife in hand to the now limping jogger who was desperately trying to get away. Steve walked faster, his smile kept disappearing and forming on his face, every time a little larger, and a little more cruelly and extremely gleefully as the voices told him too. He grabbed the man by his hoodie and threw him to the ground. The jogger didn’t know what he got himself into. Steve kneels down next to the jogger and proceeds to go to work on the man’s body, cutting his chest and stomach carefully to minimize blood. Steve returns to the car and grabs bolt cutters from the back seat. He returned to the bleeding jogger who was now crying helplessly. Steve took the bolt cutters and wedged them
