The Life of a Serial Killer- Part 2… the story continues…
Midnight has come and gone. Again I am lost in my own thoughts. As I open my eyes, the darkness engulfs the cold stone room in which I lay. My candle has burnt out, and a thin wisp of smoke floats upwards. My mind is not ready. It should be, it should be ready for the biggest kill of my life, but it's not. I must learn more about my victim. More about his weaknesses, his movements, even his desires. Why you ask…because then I can trap him.
There is no time to sleep for me, I train for Boris during the day and then the night is time to prepare. Preparation is everything. Only fools would go out and manically kill any person. No, I am no fool. I am always ready.
Just a few more minutes, just a little more waiting and then I am free.
He hasn't come yet, who? You ask…you'll see. He'll be here, checking, waiting for escaping prisoners. After all everyone in the abbey is a prisoner.
Clink… clink… clink… clink… clink
He, meaning Boris has just passed my room. I am free to leave now that he has gone. Even then, I must be careful. There are eyes everywhere, watching and tracking movements in the Abbey. Lucky for me, I am ready to face the Abbey security. Stupid machines, thinking they are more intelligent than a human. Even stupider prison leader Boris thinking they can trap me, of all people. Click… that's my room door, I've locked it behind me. Softly I stroll past the cameras, they cannot see me. You look at me in shock. No I am not invisible, but there is a way out of everything, even the Abbey eyes. A person merely has to wait for the camera to move aside and then the coast is clear.
Clink…the front double doors shut behind me. I have just walked out of the Abbey's front doors and not a soul knows this.
The streets of Russia are dead quiet at this time of night. There is no point hoping there will be suitable people to kill, only two kinds of people are out at this time. Firstly the homeless who sleep on public property and the second are ravers and drunkards. Neither are of my particular taste. No…I know exactly where I am going. I do not even need to think about it, my feet direct me swiftly to the hotel room of my victim.
I am not ready to kill. I am merely here for preparation. I must remind myself of this fact. Sometimes the sight of my victim is enough to freeze my brain and let my natural instinct take over me, violently killing the victim and then leaving me to clean up the pieces before the Russian police arrive. The police…yes, you must be wondering why they have not caught me. They are after me, which is why I take sanctuary at the Abbey. That is why I have not left the Abbey. Boris thinks he is using me…yet the true fact is; I am using him.
My killings are sometimes so famous they make the Russian Express Tabloid. But I am not after fame. No…I am after pure new blood. One thing that I must always be sure of is never using the same weapon twice; it is a sure path to the murders being classed as the job of a serial killer, something that I do not want. My hand grips around the handle of the knife in my pocket. Softly I run my finger along the blade and blood trickles from the cut I have created.
"Elaine Yuan" I have reached the hotel. Stealthily I track across the thickly carpeted floor. The watch man has fallen asleep. Perfect. Behind him, room 101's spare key is hanging. Swiftly I clasp it between my hands. Now there is nothing stopping me. Nothing at all.
I know my victim's room is on the first floor. The lift comes and takes me up within seconds. Here I am…the door of my victim. I always notice doors for some odd reason. This one is hard expensive wood. I smirk at this, yes always the best for dear Kai. Click…the door opens and I step inside.
The room is dark and it takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust. The window is open and a slight breeze enters and circles around the room, softly blowing my victim's hair onto his delicate face. How sweet that white skin looks, yes, how I long to touch his face, feel his features. My Kai.
No…I cannot do this, I must not personalise my victim. He is but a victim. The struggle of this torment continues in my brain and all I can do is stay stuck on the spot on the floor. I must overcome my human feelings and emotions. There is only one way…I dig my hand into my pocket and the searing pain shoots through my hand and up the rest of my arm. My mind is clear once more.
There he is…lying on the soft bed. His breathing is smooth and his eyes are closed softly. Gradually I make my way to his side. I lower my head and take in his boyish scent. I cannot resist…tenderly my cold fingers stroke the side of his face. He stirs slightly, but this does not worry me.
Bleep…the sound of my watch echoes in the silent room. I am out of time already; Boris will be back for his room check soon.
I sigh in exasperation as the battle of emotion within me continues…with this victim there seems to be an endless battle of these feelings, which I just cannot compress.
Quickly I move to the desk, I cannot help myself…quickly I write a few words with the fountain pen and attach it to the key, leaving it on my Kai.
…'I'll be back for you, My Kai'
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