Tally Marks On Her Skin
Chapter 1
"Killing is not as easy as the innocent believe."
The TV flashed, my face appearing on the screen.
"We are still looking for known serial killer Austin Moon a.k.a the Moonlight Murderer. He was last seen near the Mall of Miami, if you see him please notify the Miami police department. He has blond hair, 6'2 and roughly 170 pounds. Also do not confront him because he is known to be violent." The blonde reporter spoke. I sighed staring at my face on the screen still, standing up on the motel bed. The TV switched to another report on a criminal.
"We are also looking for robbery suspect Allyson Dawson, also known as the Bank Break Beauty was spotted near the Mayford Center in Orlando. She was also seen with her accomplice, Trish de la Rosa. If you see her, please notify your local law enforcement." A male reported said. A picture of her popped up, a screenshot from a black and white security camera popped up on the TV, showing the girl in full black holding the black gun up to the bank teller. She had a ski mask over her face, her wavy hair flowing out from underneath it. I heard police sirens a short distance away.
"Damn." I spoke, shutting the TV off and running out of the run down motel and to the black car in the parking lot. I drove to the only place no one I knew could find me.
The red head answered the door, his hair in a crazed mess.
"Hey Austin, come in." He said, letting me walk into the house. I set the navy blue duffel bag onto the floor near the door.
"Dude, I heard you're on the run, what's up?" He asked, bringing me a can of soda. I put my hands on my knees as I sat on his couch. I pressed my lips hard together before answering his question.
"I murdered Brittany, Megan and Nicole. They were threatening to out the kidnapping and rape of my sister to the whole school so I got angry and took my anger out." I said, being disappointed in my own actions. He sighed an shook his head.
"I know Rydel's kidnapping was hard on you, but she was brought back. I know the rape is something personal but you shouldn't have killed them." Dez said, no hint of disappointment in his voice. I smiled up at him, my eyes welling up at the thought of Rydel. She probably hates me right now, she's probably worried sick. Dez walked me to the door, patting my shoulder lightly as he led me out. I smiled and waved as I got into my car. I drove to Orlando that night, sleeping in my car through the day in an abandoned lot. When night fell I heard screaming.
"I found the Bank Break Beauty I found her." I heard a lady yell obnoxiously from the building across the street. I sat up in my car, seeing the pale girl walk by my car. I heard the police sirens nearing as she ran into a dead end. Her curly haired accomplice right behind her. I got out of the car quickly, pulling my hood over my head. I ran up to her, my hands grabbing her shoulders. She yelled as she turned, shoving the knife near my throat.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked, her voice ringing through my ears. He eyes softened as I took my hood off.
"Chill the fuck out, baby girl I wanted help you for fucks sake." I said, lowering her hand with her wrist. She sighed looking behind us.
"We better go." She said pulling her hood over her head. I nodded frantically, pulling her and her friend by their wrists. I pulled them both to my car.
"Get in we gotta go." I said, her friend quickly getting in the back seat and Allyson getting into the front seat. I switched the car out of park driving us away quickly. I drove onto the highway, Allyson turning to me.
"So you're the Moonlight Murderer huh." She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. I nodded slowly. She smiled slightly.
"And you're the Bank Break Beauty; they were right about the beauty part." I mumbled out the last part. He friend began snoring in the back seat as I saw her cheeks turn a rosy pink in the dark.
"Go to sleep." I said, smiling towards her slightly. She shook her head, pulling her cascading waves into a ponytail.
"Why'd you murder those girls?" She asked slowly, her eyes seeing if I didn't want to talk. My jaw tensed as I searched in my head for an answer.
"I really don't know, violence I guess." I said, tensing my hands on the steering wheel. She nodded, her doe eyes staring into the side of my face.
"Why'd you rob a bank?" I said, going back to the questions. She sighed.
"Umm well I was a prostitute at first, my pimp didn't want to let me go so I ran to Trish, who was in the process of getting evicted and I didn't have any cash so I decided to rob a bank." She said, looking at her fumbling hands in her lap. I nodded, focusing my vision on the road.
"I guess murdering the girls was little bit of an exhilaration thing too." I said, my head turning quickly to look at her.
"I have hybristophilia." She said, her face showing a little bit of humor. I looked at her slightly confused. She laughed slightly turning her face to me.
"It's usually called Bonnie and Clyde syndrome and can be fucking awkward, especially if you don't know what it is." She said, a smile playing on her pink lips. I was still confused, turning my head quickly to her again.
"What the hell is hybristophilia." I asked, laughter in my voice. Her face turned serious as she looked at me.
"It mean that I get turned on when I'm with people who commit crimes and act rough with me." She said quietly as I stared at her bewildered.