Victim#3 I do not own the character buffalo… look just shut up and read on.
I still curse this woman in my dreams; all I needed to know to stop her was that she was carrying a stupid piece of shit cell-phone! Anyway the routine was normal. Plan capture and kill, except she didn't get killed, well not until I broke out of jail.
It all started on a horrible, grey, dim Monday morning. I hate Mondays. I drove my Wal-Mart supply van up to the store, and saw my next target. She was a very official looking woman, and wore so much make up her face looked like something off of house of wax.
Abducting her was easy since there was nobody around to witness it. All I did was drive up to her and shoot her in the neck with my sedative gun, and drive off with her. Not to boast or anything, but it was pretty easy.
By the time I got back home the police were all over me and my car was steaming all over, until eventually I had to pull over.
The police cuffed me the instant I stepped out, and before my head had stopped spinning I was in a god damn jail cell which was almost to easy to escape, since I kept a needle hidden in the last place they would expect to search me, aghm anyway I picked the lock. I was out in no time.
Now came the simple task of killing, but this time not for fun or excitement, but for revenge.
To be continued …