The police had discovered Sam’s body in the metal bin when the refuse collectors came to empty it. They knew the serial killer had struck again due to the figure twelve that had been carved into Sam’s chest. Their main concern was apart from the previous victims they had not yet found they still hadn’t found victim eleven which meant there was a least one more new victim out there.

Scott took a stroll along the beach, he was taking a well earnt rest from the Brotherhood and knew they would be requiring his services again fairly shortly.
Although he wasn’t ready to kill for the Brotherhood Scott was never really a guy to turn down an opportunity if one presented itself to him and this was what was just about to happen as he spotted a stunning young man taking his dog for a walk along the beach.

Dressed in nothing more than an Orange pair of shorts Max was indeed a stunning young man with an athletically fit and toned body. As he threw the stick for his dog into the water he had no idea that his every move was being watched.

Scott liked the look of the hot young man he had stumbled across and discreetly followed Max as he headed back to his car, put the dog inside and rolled down the windows. Max then headed off to the local surf club to hang around with some friends. Scott watched as Max drank a few drinks with the others guys and the killer knew he had to bide his time for the right moment to strike.

That moment came soon enough as Max was left alone for a short while at the club. His club mates had all hit the open waves for a little bit and Max who was still downing his drink offered to look after all their gear. Scott slowly approached the hot aussie as he sat by himself on a bench.

“Can I help you?” Max said to the unknown stranger that was approaching him. “This is private property so you shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” Scott replied “I’m just looking for my dog she hasn’t come this way has she.”

“Sorry dude.” Max replied “I’ve not seen anything and I’m currently on my own here. I can ask my guys if they have seen it when they finish riding the waves.”

“Good. That’s good.” Was Scott’s reply to the young hunk “It’s good that you are on your own?”

Max was confused “why’s that?” Was his response to the stranger.

Scott laughed as he pulled out a knife from his waistband and coldly said “because I can do this.”
Max didn’t have any time to react as Scott stabbed him in the chest, the young hunk moaned and groaned as he was repeatedly stabbed in the chest and it wasn’t until Scott withdrew the knife for the twentieth time that Max’s blood soaked body finally lay motionless in the chair.
Scott was careful not to stand in any of the young man’s blood that seeped out on to the floor and lent over ready to carve the serial killers trade mark number into Max’s body. As he stared down at his latest victim he soon found out he had left himself no space to carve the figure into Max’s chest so instead he carved the figure ’13’ into the middle of Max’s forehead and left the young man to be discovered by his surfer friends.