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HE CLIMBED OUT OF BED slowly and pulled back the curtains. The sun had yet to rise. It was the perfect time to hunt. He smiled wickedly as he headed to the bathroom for a shower. He sensed his mother nearby, “Well Mother, soon I will bring another one home to join you.”
He put his face under the warm, pulsating water. As he lathered the soap on his body, he let the pounding rhythm of its warmth move across his body. The room was suddenly filled with his demonic laughter.
He stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. A deep sorrow penetrated his mind, and he pushed it away. He would not feel sorry for himself. He was finally making a good life for himself.
As he dressed, he felt the others move into the room. He stated out loud, “I know you are here. There is nothing you can do. Soon I will bring another into your group. Mother, I’ve done this all because of you. I am saving this world by lancing infected boils such as you.”
He took the electric razor and shaved, preparing for the day. He would make sure that a son never again feared the wrath of a mother like his. Pride welled up inside of him as he reminisced about everything he had accomplished.
He knew his true calling early on. He’d studied for years, poring over library books. He learned all the intricacies of how the police worked so when the time came he could ace the tests. He studied forensics and investigating. He read various books written by psychologists, learning their secrets about serial killers. He learned the common mistakes serial killers made and molded himself into the perfect killing machine, using everything he’d learned.
The police had no clue it was him killing these women. They were such fools. He doubted they would even suspect it was him doing the killings.
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IN THE EARLY MORNING shadows, he watched as Trinity Savoie stepped out of her tiny apartment and started her warm up exercises. A smile formed across his face as he thought of this woman and her punctuality. She was a creature of habit. She would warm up for the first ten minutes and then set out on her run.
He was impressed with her training. She was an impressive athlete, a natural. A rush of adrenaline coursed through him as he thought about what was about to happen.
He watched her start a slow jog up the street until she was out of sight. A surge of energy pulsed through him as he began his hunt. This was the first woman he had actually stalked. When he saw her on the street the other morning, he almost killed her out of impulse, but something stopped him. Instead, he just watched, observed and dreamed about the upcoming kill.
He moved to the alleyway she would soon pass through. He pulled out his knife and waited for her to pass. It would have to be quick as the morning rush hour was approaching.
He grew impatient. He feared that she had taken another route. No, you must be patient. Fate was on your side. She will come. He took a deep breath and waited. He listened once more for her footsteps as they hit the pavement. A rush of exhilaration moved through him as he heard her coming.
He reached out and grabbed her with no problems. He had perfected his technique, and there were no clumsy or slow movements. She was there one minute and the next minute she was gone; his hand covered her mouth, and the knife was at her throat. He’d become the perfect predator.
Before the woman became aware that evil was waiting for her, he reached out and dragged her into the dark alley. He felt her terror as she briefly struggled against him. It excited him to feel fear pulsating through her body. He was stronger and superior to her; that knowledge was even better than sex. Before she could scream in a frenzy of terror, he pressed the cold steel against her neck. He squeezed her throat for a moment and felt her freeze, but in the next instant, he slit her throat wide open.
His mother’s irritating voice resonated in his head so clearly for a moment he forgot that she was dead. “You are a dirty little boy aren’t you? Do the world a favor and disappear? You are nothing more than a mistake.” Her cold eyes pierced right through him with complete disgust. With a surgeon’s precision, her words cut out his heart. All he heard was her haunting words, “Nobody will ever love you. Nobody wants you, not even me.”
His hands trembled with rage as he tried to shut out her voice. “Stop it!” he hollered out. He slashed out at the air. He quickly removed the woman’s accusing eyes and vicious tongue hoping to silence all of them.
It only took seconds to remove the eyes and tongue from his victim. His practice was paying off. Before he could complete the task with the victim’s eyes, the ghosts of those he’d killed appeared. Even with him removing their eyes, he felt their stares burning into him. Wicked and menacing smiles spread across their blood streaked faces. Even without eyes, they saw him. How was that possible?