CHAPTER 3:
Silence was widespread in the room for a long time, the two captive blondes just staring at eachother in complete and utter shock. What type of man would do something like this? To let an innocent man kill a child?
Helga dropped the tape and broke it due to the shock, Miles glared at her, "What did you do that for?!"
Helga screeched and backed into a corner, shielding herself in pure fear, "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY, JUST DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEEE!"
Miles rolled his eyes, "I'm not gonna kill you, calm down. We just need to find a way to get out of here!"
"Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?"
Miles sighed, "Not sure. But who could've done this? Any idea?"
"No-Wait, wait yeah!"
"Yeah? Who?!"
"W-wel-"
"WHO?!
"It's-"
"WHO DID THIS TO MY FAMILY?!"
"The Phantom Killer!"
Miles looked at her as if she were mad before scoffing, "The Phantom Killer? What do I look like, a buffoon?"
Helga groaned, "W-well, technically he's not really a killer."
"What do you mean? If he trapped us in here, then of course he is! What makes you think he isn't?!"
"He finds ways for his victims to kill themselves."
Stopping, Miles sat down in fright, "O-oh."
"But to my knowledge, the police still haven't caught him."
6 MONTHS AGO
"Another body, chief."
Hillwood, for the past months, has experienced many grizzly murders. Most are seen as tests, as a test for morality for the victim.
The scene was an elementary school principal's office. The victim; 55 year old Principal Wartz. His shirt was off, and his stomach was carved open.
The Chief gagged at the wretched sight, no morning should be opened like this, "Any confirmation that it's him?"
A cop nodded, "Yes sir, it has the bird's wing symbolized on the body and everything."
Everytime a victim of the Phantom Killer failed a test, a piece of their corpse would be carved out to symbolize a bird's wing. It was the killer's MO.
The Chief grumbled, "Fuckin' animal. What happened here, anyway?"
"Here's the tape, sir."
Grabbing the tape recorder, The Chief pressed play.
"Hello Wartz. For many years you have dictated and verbally abused hundreds, mostly vulnerable children. Today, you will be the one feeling helpless and abused. Next to you is a weight scale. You have been locked in your office with no way to escape, so in order to escape you will need to carve out flesh and place it on the scale to a full pound. No bone, just flesh. When a full pound of flesh is placed on the scale, you will be free to go. If not, you will be shot dead. Let the game begin."
The cops sighed.
However, this was not long sought after, as Bob Pataki raced into the room.
The Chief sighed, "Bob, what are you doing here? This is a crime scene!"
"It doesn't matter, I need to see this! It might be a clue on who this fuckin' nutcase really is!"
"Leave this to the pros, Bob. Get him out of here." The Chief yelled, motioning to the cops to exit the man from the crime scene. They nodded in approval, before dragging him out. Bob scowled at them, "Soon, I will find the bastard who did this to my wife."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Looks like we've found a name to call this person, but who? You'll find out!
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!