I wanted to see the light do out of his eyes, slowly but surely as it always does. He is the last supper, of sorts. I know I wont be able to kill any one else before they find me. I do not always watch them as they die, sometimes I just let them bleed to death alone. But he is special, he is the last. But he is also special because of what it signifies. That they will always be to late. Maybe they will save one or even one hundred, but there will always be the ones that had to die first. They can't even be on time to save on of their own. They'll know he's dead as soon as they see the blood on my clothes and the knife on the ground. They'll play-pretend that they can save him though. The door slams open, they're here, I was beginning to worry that they wouldn't come.
"Spencer! We need a medic in here!" What did I tell you? I can promise you they know he's dead. The lady is starting to cry, she's going to make her mascara run. Pity, she looks nice.
" You need a coroner, pretty lady.' I say, they know, but they won't accept it.
"You bitch!" that's not the lady, a man. He's tall, he has strong features like you'd expect an African king to have. That's not the only thing strong about him either. I figured that out the hard way when he grabbed me up off the floor and slammed me against the wall.
"He was just a kid!" Can't he see that I'm more of a kid than their friend was? doesn't he know that I've killed real children? Stolen babies from strollers? I've killed my family again and again. Searching for my little brother, older sister, mother, and father in every face I see? They know, why wouldn't they? But its different when the faces are those that belong to strangers, of course.
"Fifteen minutes ago he was still alive. He's my price for never killing any one ever again." I'm going to pay for saying that, it made him angry. The blows come quick and hard, but I never was beautiful, a broken jaw and some missing teeth are welcome. Let them stain their hands with my blood, because I won today. They were to late, and I killed their friend. Tomorrow they'll claim victory because I'm rotting in a prison or death row. So it'll be our secret that I won. Their secret in guilt, my secret in triumph, and your secret to keep for me, when I join their friend.