AN: How is the story so far? Good, no good? There is a Ramona and Beezus reference in here. I wanted a chapter to be on the killer's point of view. So, here it is. Reviews are golden and helpful – makes me a better writer! Enjoy. :)
Murderers have their different methods of killing people. Some like it messy: mutilating them whether it be on the body or face, chopping them to pieces, gutting them, and so on...
Then, there are those like me:
Neat, precise. People who take one clear shot, one clean slice of the neck, one quick snap of the neck. I liked killing and leaving no blood stains and mess. Without blood splatters, the police would be hard pressed to even find out where the actual murder took place. Quick, clean, efficient.
Killing Marianne was easy. Surprise was on my side. I mean, I know her, and she thinks she knows me and when I put on sincerely fake, apologetic voice, she fell for it. Snapping her neck was simple, and it reminded me of something that happened when I was younger:
My dad had bought three hens and a rooster back to our farm at Illinois. From then on, we would have a hen every Thanksgiving. When I was seven, I had been playing out with my dog when I came across my dad, and found out how he killed the hens - he snapped their necks. Painless and efficient. I would sneak back every year and watched as he did. Finally, when I was twelve I asked my dad to let me try. I was a pro at it.
However, there was one major difference compared to killing a chicken and killing a human. It was the feeling. I thought I could handle it, but boy, was I wrong. The thought still haunts me, which is why I blame to person who brought all this on - Claire. If it weren't for her, Marianne would still be alive, and I would be happy. That is why I need to get rid of her, the one who started it all.
Killing Claire was harder than I thought it was. She was more wary of me. But, I pulled out the "emotion" card and she fell for it. Works like a charm with almost the entire female population, emotion is their weakest point. Reels them in like a sea bass.
And boy, could she struggle. When she sensed something was wrong, she put up quite a fight, swinging and squirming here and there. Some of the punches that landed were actually quite painful.
I had to grapple her and land a few of my own punches before I could finally gain the upper hand. This is for Marianne, my baby. This was the woman that corrupted you. I truly am sorry that you had to go. But, here is a recompense for you!
All of a sudden, I felt a bite on my wrist. It hurt like hell. Lifting her head, I slammed it back on the ground, stunning her, and breaking her spirit. I saw the defeat in her eyes, and I knew that my job was almost done.
At last, her body went limp. Carrying her up from the living room floor, I brought her and laid her down on the bed. I brought out the piece of paper I had written and tucked it under the pillow, making sure that a small flap was visible.
As I walked back home, I felt as if a burden was lifted from my shoulders and wings had sprouted in its place. This is how a sense of justice and freedom must feel like.
AN: Hehehehe…so, there was something in this story that might clue you in on what evidence might be found. :) Sorry, it is a bit of a shorter chapter. So, I'll try to put up the next chapter no latest than tomorrow morning.