The life of a Serial Killer- Part 3

          I'm standing here in front of my victim's hotel, my Kai's hotel. The breeze travels all around me blowing the thick knot of red hair out of my eyes. Bleep Bleep. There it is, the third warning, the last warning to get back to the Abbey…before the prison guard checks his inmates. Not much time left now to get back, too late to take the usual route. Slowly my eyes waft back to his window. I can still feel his presence around me. Time is running out, the seconds just ticking…tick tick tick…. ticking away. But something is stopping me from leaving; it is as though there is an invisible link between me, and my Kai. Inside me is the feeling that my usually stoic self has never felt, the feeling, which I can only describe as longing ness. Yet, this cannot be. I have no feelings. I am the predator, the destroyer…and the hawk. Some force beyond my control makes me stand here before this hotel putting myself in danger. But this is wrong. I am the controller; I say when people live…and when they die. I am not here on this Earth to help others, I am here for a completely different reason…would you not agree? No…I must stop these irrational thoughts. I have very little time now and I must hurry back. Something that I dislike doing, something that is very hard to do for the Abbey is a place that a being does not wish to haste to.

          I turn into the first back alleyway; this is the shortest route to the Abbey. Around me is the muffled sound of music as I pass an abandoned warehouse where no doubt some crazed rave is in swing. I pass a huddle of youth. Juvenile delinquents as Boris always states. The person I assume to be the leader has a curvaceous brunette clinging to his neck, his hand is resting around her slender waist, their lips touching. A pang shoots up my throat and the vision of that one person comes into my mind…for that split second I am one of them, hapless, confused… but no, I must focus, I must get back to the Abbey. A few of the others follow me with their squinting eyes, half drunk and half high. I shoot an icy glare back and they look away cowering. Holding my head up high I walk on, unafraid.

          Looking up before me I can see the Abbey gate only a small way away. Not much time to spare…then suddenly a voice penetrates through the cold frosty air. It seems clear…yet distant. Perhaps this is because I wish to not listen.

"Don't Move unless you want to die…give us all your money" …the voice is hard, raspy yet unsuccessful to even make me stop. In front of me the owner of the voice steps out behind a shadowy van. As I look blankly at him his violet eyes flash with great fury. His fiery red hair glows under the dingy van headlights. Beside him is another boy, his accomplice most probably. The boy wears a baseball cap, which covers most of his face from view, yet his lips are visible and they are twisted into a mean smile. Playfully he throws a baseball bat between his hands. This time the accomplice speaks out.

"Give us your money, or you'll pay dearly kid"…at this my blank facial expression changes, my almost blue lips curling into a smirk. The accomplice tightens his grip on his weapon…he is already nervous. His eyes keep flicking between his leader, and me, he is uncertain of what to do. Sweat covering his hands; he adjusts his bat for the third time. This powers me even more…I now know I am more powerful then him. His leader seems unconcerned by my lack of co-operation. Glaring at me he makes his final comment.

"Too scared to speak little boy? Just give us the money and we promise to leave you alone"  his insincere taunting wafts through my ears. I hear him over and over again. I have no time for these games any longer.

Confidently he takes a few strides towards me, threateningly closing the gap. In one movement I have made my strike. There is no time for second chances. His accomplice begins to storm in my direction. Yet he stops… one look at his friend and he stops, dead in his tracks. The red head…his leader, falls limply against my body. Softly I snicker and a trail of vapour escapes from my mouth into the cool night air. I push the boy, and he falls face upwards onto the concrete path. His accomplice, mouth wide open, drops his weapon and flees. Flees from my power, my capability and my ability. I look back down at the mere boy that I have destroyed, completely unconcerned about the other. His body twitches slightly. His abdomen is gashed right across from left to right, the silver knife still left jammed on the right side of his body. Slowly I pull my possession from his remains. Blood oozes out of the disturbed opening and splatters the surrounding layers of clothing. My eyes wander up his torso and onto his face. His expression remains full of surprise and pain. Just how it was the moment I wielded my power and took away his valuable life. Yet now, the colour has drained from his face, his cheeks a light tinge of blue and his lips purple. His eyes appeal to me the most however. The pupils have rolled up into his eye-lid. Yes…this is the perfect plan that I have devised. My hand thrusts into his trouser pocket, rummaging through the amount of junk by touch alone. My fingers land on cold metal and I have found what I require. Two silver Russian coins. I study them in the palm of my hand. Beneath my fingers they are smooth, but I wonder if they will remain the same in the pupil of someone. I place the small coin on the tip of my index finger. Holding open the bleeding boy's eyes with some force, I push the silver item onto his iris, where it sits. My hand sweeps the boys eye-lid shut. Again I do this for his other eye. The perfect punishment. He got what he deserved. He wanted money…and I gave him money. Something he will never ever forget…

          I check my watch, barely any time left. Padding softly on the newly set snow, I leave the bleeding corpse for someone to discover.

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