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Chapter 1
He ran upstairs. He was determined to catch her. Determined to kill her. He had a knife in his hands which he had picked up from the kitchen. He saw her, she closed the door and locked it. He banged against the door. He could not open it. She talked to him. He listened and tried to open the door with the knife. It did not work out. He had to kill her. He never lost a target.
It worked. He opened the door and ran through the rooms. He heard her. He walked on and saw her turning back from having a look. She hid in one room. He walked toward her, slowly, he knew she was there. He entered the room, slowly, carefully, the knife in his hand. He walked back.
He hid in the house and waited. He heard the phone ringing. He heard her whispering. He did not understand everything she said but enough. She was talking too loud. He could hear her. She hung up the phone and closed the door. She screamed. He was standing there, he had hidden behind the door. He had the knife in his hand and watched her. He swung the knife around and she tried to block him with the bat. He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. He pushed her very hard and she could not defeat herself. He was too strong. She accidentally dropped the bat and he grabbed her arms with her hands. She tried to move them but he was much stronger than he looked like. He got her. He breathed deeply, obviously enjoying his moment of strength. 'You are pathetic', Lisa said, trying to look hard and not showing her fear. He looked at her, thought for a moment. His eyes showed blank hatred. He wanted to kill her, needed to kill her. He threw her over the rail and watched her falling down the stairway. He took his knife he had lost earlier. She was nearly unconscious but still moving. He walked down, the knife in his hand.
He walked to her and leaned at the open door. She turned around and pointed a gun at him. God damn it, he cursed silently. He still had the knife but that was nothing against her anger and her fear. A combination he did not like very much. He knew she could not think with a gun in her hand. He knew it himself from his first murder. But after a time it got easier, easier to control. He was very self-disciplined now when he killed. He could do it with bare emotions. 'We'll talk again', he tried to say, his neck was hurting like hell. 'Don't move', Lisa said sharply. She trembled. He had to try.
He moved forward, not directly but in a half-circle. She shot, missed him and with his right hand he stabbed the knife deeply into her chest, right in the middle. He screamed, tried to push him away, got weaker and finally slumped down. Jackson Rippner watched her die. He heard steps. He took her knife, said 'sorry' and turned around. Her father stood there, pointing his gun at him. 'What have you done!', he said gasping for breath. 'Oh, just killed your daughter', he said smilingly and shot him before he could react, shot one slug into his belly, he felt down, Jackson walked closer and put a second bullet into his head. He heard sirens. He looked out of the window and saw the cops arriving. He quickly went to the back, jumped out of the window and ran out of the garden. He looked around. He took the next best car, opened the door with firing several times on it, short-circuited it and drove away. The gun he threw into the next garbage can. Another mission accomplished. He smiled.
He already looked forward to the next mission. Whatever it would be. Jackson Rippner drove home.