Author's note: Thanks for waiting!
By the way, the interview scene in the middle of this chapter will also be present in the final chapter. Stay tuned!
Getting Away With It All, Until...
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(Katie's POV)
Getting in our vehicles (in Wannabe's case, a motorcycle, though if he ever ran out of fuel, he'll pretty much be sitting next to me from now on), we began our drive down over to Apione Inc. Surprisingly, we came on a very good day, as Henry Jenkins, Apione's founder, had held a meeting explaining his grandson Lionel becoming the company's heir, at one of their factories.
From what I've heard, Apione distributed pharmaceutical drugs, and not of the recreational kind, either. A bit disappointing, but who the hell cares? The people in the factory don't even know what's gonna await them.
I started things off with a security guard who had finished taking a smoke break, moments before the meeting would happen. Sauntering over to him, I grabbed him from behind, and leaned in to kiss him. I quickly let go, and slammed my icepick into the base of his throat several times.
"Sorry, handsome. You smoke way too much." I told him with a small smirk.
Wiping my weapon onto his uniform, I take his card, as well as a neat-looking baton, and snuck into the factory.
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(Katie's POV, cont.)
As I found myself inside Apione, Inc., I began hearing the sounds of several men talking. I began to head towards where the conversation came from, and I grinned as I found Lionel Jenkins, his grandaddy, and several workers in a fairly large room where there were food, drinks, and even gifts on larger tables, which were quite far away from the group.
"Congratulations, Lionel...when I finally pass on, you'll be more than happy to take over." Henry told him with a warm smile, which looked pretty disgusting to me.
Lionel smiled back with the saccharine flavor to him, and replied, "Thank you, Grandpa." before he hugged him, causing the workers to clap and cheer.
I groaned as to how overly sentimental this was, before I entered the area and took notice of one of the newly opened wine bottles on one of the tables. Taking it, as well as a cork, I swiftly hid under the table, and waited until a worker was nearby.
Coming out from underneath, I found myself behind him, before I shoved the bottle of wine into his mouth, forcing him to drink. Then, I rammed the icepick into one of his eyes, slowly but surely scooping it out. Finally, I put the cork into where his eye used to be, and slit his throat wide open.
He collapsed next to the table in a puddle of blood and wine, and I began charging towards the unsuspecting group of workers. When they heard the sounds of my heels, the workers nearly flipped and scattered out of the room. Even Henry and Lionel had noticed and fled, too, now calling 911.
This left a pair of workers who were about to leave, but unfortunately for them, it was too little, too late. I went after the first one by swatting at him a couple of times with my baton, before slicing his torso downwards, and kicking him to the ground.
The other one, though, had attempted to subdue me with a few moves he probably learned from karate school. I retaliated, however, by kneeing him in the groin, and, remembering one of Wannabe's kills at the hospital, shoved him to the ground, and stabbed him in his ass, as well as the back of his head.
My attention was now focused on Henry and Lionel, and I searched the factory until I stumbled upon LIonel having finished talking to the police. As he hung up, he detected me and ran off, leaving Henry, who had been with him the whole time, alone. He told me in a stern voice, "Madam, the police will be here any minute now, and you cannot escape them!"
"Oh, really?" I asked, before slamming his head against the wall several times.
His head was now slowly forming bruises, but it didn't end there. I rammed the icepick into his forehead the same number of times, before pushing him into the wall one last time. With him obviously dead, I then pursued Lionel.
When I located him, he had locked himself up in his grandfather's office. I ain't stupid, I thought to myself as I broke the glass atop the door using the baton, and then gingerly snuck my hand into the other side of the door using the window. I then unlocked the door, and kicked it down.
Lionel was already breathing heavily, too scared to move. "Please don't do this...please, please, please!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, puh-leeze...you're just like all those other rich kids that are just famous for being famous. I bet Paris Hilton was your biggest idol!" I told him, grabbing him by his tie.
"N-No! Don't-" he stammered, before I took one of his hands, and slammed one of the drawers on the desk into it. He screamed as I followed it up by jamming the icepick into his jaw.
Jiggling the weapon briefly, like Wannabe once did before, I pulled it out, and watched as Lionel slumped dead. Taking his body, as somewhat heavy as he was, I threw him out the window, watching him land to the ground.
With my job done, I snuck out of the factory one last time, and returned to the car. Looking over at Wannabe with a grin, I said to him, "Did you hear all of that? That was simply a massacre in the making.
"Definitely."
"Well...it's off to another safehouse for us!" I added.
I then started up the car, and with Wannabe now on his motorcycle again, we soon took off. And another socialite bites the dust...
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"Welcome back to High Crimes. I am your host, Gary Thompson. With me today is Dr. Andrew Cork of the South Genesis Mental Hospital, a well-known psychiatrist with a considerable reputation."
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Thompson."
"Thank you. Now, you're here to discuss about the boy who calls himself 'Wannabe', is that correct?"
"That's right. This man apparently came to South Genesis claiming that he wanted to be a possible successor to the Party Hard killer. When the police found him at the 24 nightclub, he was arrested and briefly jailed before being sent to South Genesis."
"And were you able to take a look into his psyche?"
"Yes, I have. I found out from him that starting from childhood, he was constantly bullied by older children, and he even told me that his parents didn't do anything about it. It was something that he resented them for, not to mention he seems to show slightly antisocial tendencies."
"A misanthrope, of sorts?"
"I believe so."
"So what happened on the day he 'left' South Genesis Hospital?"
"Well, it all started when a colleague of mine came in to talk to me about the recent workers's strike at North Genesis Hospital. I was too busy talking to him to see or even hear Bart climb out of a window.
After our conversation ended, I was about ro resume Bart's appointment, when I noticed that he wasn't there. And then it hit me: one of the windows had been forcefully opened!
I called the local law enforcement, and I told them about his disappearance. After some digging into, the police reassured me that they'll find Bart sooner or later.
At first, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, until I eventually read an article on that day's daily newspaper, talking all about the Road Bar Motel incident. It not only brought up this 'Wannabe' fellow, as well as a photo of him from the back minus this...paper bag, but it also brought up the fact that he was a protege of the infamous Katie West."
"Which begs the question: could Bart and 'Wannabe' be the same person?"
"I'm afraid so. It also doesn't help that 'Wannabe' appears to dress the exact same as Darius the Party Hard Killer, either. I feel like this is one very long rabbit hole that I'm afraid I can't get myself out of."
"'Down the rabbit hole', indeed..."
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(Darius's POV)
Several weeks have passed, and the whole Christmas season was already in effect. People getting gifts for others, helping those in dire straits...fun stuff.
And I'm being sarcastic there.
As I made my way to the snow-covered haven that was the North Cape Hotel (aside from the fact that I moved my 'antics' from the west to the east, though I'm halfway there), I smirked as I noticed all the bright lights as well as a glowing Christmas tree in the center. I even discovered a small group of three people, talking and singing random carols.
One of them suddenly said, "Hey, let's go roast some marshmallows and make s'mores!"
The others agreed, and he stood up, and got some long sticks from a nearby box. When he returned, he gave two of them to his friends each, and the last one for himself. The graham crackers and marshmallows were at a picnic table not too far away, and he took those, too.
With everything ready, they put some marshmallows into the stick, and began roasting it over the large fire that had already been made. What they didn't realize, though, was me sneaking in, the hood over my jacket and concealing my already masked face as I slowly walked towards the one that brought everything to them.
I quickly took the bag of marshmallows in one hand, and once behind the man leading the s'mores-making, I grabbed the back of his head. I shoved numerous marshmallows down his throat, making him choke non-stop until he found himself choking to death as he sprawled face down onto the snow.
Focusing on the other two, I was able to quickly steal a stick from one of them. She almost noticed me when I impaled her in the torso, nice and easy, before I kicked her into the fire, leaving the last one remaining.
When he saw me, he screamed as he dropped his stick and fled. However, I decided to go after him, until I cornered him near a phone booth. He was frantically attempting to call up the police, but I slammed him against the glass wall, before slitting his throat wide open.
I then put the phone back to its respective place, effectively hanging up on whoever was calling him. As I exited the phone booth, I took a glance at the Christmas tree, before I went to look for some gasoline. To my delight, I found some near a gas station, and brought it back to the hotel.
Opening the canister, I then threw the gasoline onto the tree, and within seconds, I took out a box of matches (which came with the jacket I stole from someone dumb enough to encounter me) and lit one up. Once the match set the tree afire, I silently left, hoping to hear people scream.
Until I heard the sound of a snowmobile, and as it parked in front of me, the driver asked, "You look like you wanna go somewhere, do you?"
"Yeah. I'm heading eastward." I replied, before I asked her, "So who are you?"
The driver looked up at me with a broad smile, and replied, "My name is Marena."
I have to admit, she has a pretty face. Not to mention, she had on an eyepatch. Was she one-eyed? Or was she just being fashionable?
And I gotta wonder: what does she look like without that snowsuit of hers? I bet she'd have a body as slammin' as Katie's.
"And who could you possibly be?" she asked.
"I'm Darius."
"Darius...? The Party Hard Killer...? Oh, I've heard a bit about you."
"Really?" I asked.
"That's right."
"Huh..." I said, raising an eyebrow, before adding, "We'd love to get to know each other, but like I said, I gotta head east."
"You're not really into living in the midwest, right?" she asked.
I laughed, and replied, "Nope. I actually live on the west coast, but that's another story."
Hopping onto the snowmobile, I gave Marena the signal, and she'd quickly start the sucker up. Soon, we were heading out, to the east coast...
...and eventually, we'd made it. New York City, here I come!
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Coming soon: Darius and Marena team up in the subway, one thing leads to another after that, and...
With love for my fans,
Chrissy