Note: Let's find out a bit more about Colin. Thanks for all the reviews. Keep them coming, I love reading them.
Chapter Three
He was excited, tonight was the night he would put his plan into action. He'd been planning it for weeks. Ordering the equipment he would need, and finding the perfect place to install it. The urge to kill had grown more with each passing day, he was addicted. On a buzz for days after, then the urge to do it again would start to grow.
It all started when his sister died. He'd watched her waste away to a horrible disease, the life leaving her, day by day. Something inside him broke. When she finally died he had gone out and got drunk. He had stumble out of a bar into an alleyway where he had been propositioned by a prostitute. She hadn't taken no for an answer, and something inside him snapped. He had found his hands around her throat, squeezing tighter as she fought for a breath. Watching her skin turn blue, and her pulse under his hands falter, the adrenaline surged through his body until she finally stilled. Realising what he had done, he had run, leaving her body by a dumpster. He had got lucky, her death hadn't been linked back to him, and he left Detroit and headed for Hawaii for a fresh start. However, he hadn't been able to forget the feeling of power and enjoyment he got as he saw the second she ceased to be. The urge to do it again grew, but he had to be smart, couldn't risk getting caught. So this time he had planned.
He had seen her on his way to work. She often hung out around the deli, begging for money. It was obvious she had a drug problem, so he had lured her to a motel with the promise of drugs. He had given her money to score then taken her to the seedy motel. Mixing up the drugs, he had taken pleasure in injecting them into her vein. Initially she had seemed to enjoy them but then she slipped unconscious, and he watched with great pleasure as her breathing slowed, then stopped.
No one had thought twice about the junkie that had over dosed. Her death ruled accidental, he had gotten away scot-free, and for a short time he felt satisfied, until the urge started to grow once more.
His third had equally been planned. This time he had chosen a different method. He wanted to see the different ways people would die. He had befriended the young man in a local bar and slipped something into his drink. Insisting on helping the man home, he had taken him back to the man's house where he had forged a suicide note, and then proceeded to hang the man.
The urge to kill returned much sooner this time. And once again he started planning. Leaving the house he headed for a bar, where no one knew him, and sat quietly in one corner waiting for a suitable victim. It was still rather early, so there were not many people around, but that was perfect, less people to remember him.
He looked up and saw the blonde man enter the bar and take a stool. He initially looked stressed but soon settled down to eat some food, and watch the game on the big screen. Deciding he'd try his luck, he sidled over to the guy and took the seat next to him, making light conversation.
Finding out the guy was upset after a falling out with a friend, he got excited, it was perfect, and would support his suicide cover. Spotting the picture of a young girl he used it to his advantage, making up a daughter on the spot to try and gain the man's trust. Looking at the man's finger he saw no wedding band, so took a risk, moaning about an ex wife, and it worked. The guy, Danny, fell for it and agreed to stay for another drink.
He watched his now chosen victim leave for the restroom and ordered more drinks. While no one was looking he slipped the drugs he had sitting in his pocket into the soft drink. His plan was now well underway. When Danny returned from the bathroom he watched the rest of the game, making conversation as he drank his drink.
Colin felt the adrenaline start to surge as he noticed Danny's speech start to slur.
"You ok?" He casually asked.
"I don't know." Danny replied. "I suddenly feel kind of funny, light headed."
"Why don't we head outside, get some fresh air, come on I'll help you." He offered.
"Ok, sorry." Danny mumble, rising to his feet. Once out in the car park Colin fumbled through Danny's pocket and found his car keys, hitting the button and watching to see which car responded. The lights flashed on the black Camaro and he guided Danny towards it.
Danny was now unaware of his surroundings, taken further under by the powerful drugs. Stumbling, he grabbed hold of Colin's arm, taking a firm hold to steady himself. Colin guided him into the passenger seat and quickly drove the car away.
When they arrived at his planned destination, he quickly drove into the lock up and closed the door. Danny was now completely unconscious. He had planned to move Danny into the driver's side, but while Danny was reasonably short, he was also muscular. Colin was not much taller than Danny, but he was of a slim build, and try as he might he couldn't move him. Finally resigning himself to having to leave Danny where he was, he grabbed the note pad and pen and scribbled out a note. He kept it simple so not to give anything away.
"What was your daughters name again?" He asked looking over at Danny. "Oh yes, Grace, lovely name. I'm sorry she'll lose her Daddy."
He then quickly wiped down the car, hoping to remove any fingerprints, then started the engine and slipped out of the lock up. Getting into his own car, not too far away, he immediately opened his laptop and brought up the live feed that was being streamed via hidden cameras. He wished he could be up close to watch his prey take his last breath, but that was impossible with this method. He would have to settle for the camera feed. The upside was, he was recording it, so he could watch it over and over again. Something he now planned to do with all his victims.
The screen eventually became clouded with the fumes from the car, and he could see Danny's breathing becoming more laboured. It's was close, he could feel it, and the adrenaline surged through his body. Then suddenly light was cast through the clouded smoke, and he cursed as he saw two men enter the lock up and drag Danny's limp body from the car. His plan had been foiled, his victim saved. He had been robbed of his chance to see that final breath being taken. Cursing, he started the engine, and drove away to the sound of sirens racing his way.
TBC