I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

Disclaimer: Part of this story is written from the ramblings of an insane mind. This chapter has violent flashbacks. Please be aware that the content may be disturbing for some readers.

The Ecstasy in the Elimination

With very little drive left, I completed the torture, and cleaned up. I made sure she was dead, then put her back into the trunk, and dumped her in the house, remembering to put her in the right place. I left the house, and went home.

By the time I went to bed, I was drained of all energy. I fell into a restless sleep.

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The kill didn't help this time. The nightmares returned three days later. I knew it was because I didn't follow the proper procedure. I knew it was my fault. I would have to kill again this weekend. I knew my suspect, and I was ready.

She had such an easy name, that I found her quite quickly. As soon as I was done with this one, I was taking the woman. Time was up, and I knew I had to act.

I read in the papers that they found the place where I had the flat tire. They also found traces of the kill's blood on the road. I had hoped the rain would wash it away, but it hasn't rained for over a week.

Work has become more and more difficult for me. I have plenty of money saved, so I don't need the job. I only work to alleviate the boredom of my day-to-day life. Between kills, I have to do something, so I worked.

Three more kills and I would be moving again. I could tell them I got a job somewhere else, and then I could spend my time watching her. I would give my notice today, and tell them next Friday would be my last day. It was time to prepare for the end. It was time to get ready.

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My boss took my resignation today, and he said they would be sorry to see me go. He gave me a letter of recommendation, but I won't use it. I would have a different name, and jobs were easy to find, as long as you weren't worried about money, or being alone. I liked being alone. I didn't like people.

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I woke up screaming again. It was two o'clock in the morning, and I couldn't go back to sleep. I lay in bed remembering the dream. Remembering my mother, remembering my father.

I was four years old. It was the first time we played the game. The time they taught me how. I remember them tying my cat to the post. I loved that cat; he always slept on my bed at night. When I was scared, he seemed to know and he cuddled next to me.

They made me watch as they split the cat open, and the blood sprayed all over my face. I can still hear the cat crying, I can see it looking at me as if I could help it, but I was also tied down, and I couldn't do anything but cry. My father became angry with me for crying and he began to beat me. I woke to hear my own voice screaming in the dark.

Friday was only two days away. I had to make it for two days. I packed enough stuff, and went to the shack. The shack always calmed me down. The shack always helped. I slept on the floor near the blood, and woke just in time to get to work. Today was Thursday. I could kill tomorrow. I could stop the dreams.

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The nightmare enveloped me as soon as I closed my eyes.

I saw my parents watching me as I split the neighbor's dog in two. I was beginning to enjoy it now. I felt the irresistible power fill me, as I watched the light go out of his eyes. I stared at the dark cold eyes, and felt pleasure wash over me. I loved the power behind taking a life. The power of being in charge. I could do anything.

The dreamed changed.

I was standing over my parents as I cut them into pieces. I felt the blood pour over me and I laughed at their feeble cries for help. The basement was soundproofed, and no one would hear them. My mother screamed as I took the axe and cut into my father's chest. She watched him die, and as he breathed his last breath, I turned to her, and raised the axe over my head.

I awoke bathed in sweat. It wouldn't be long now. Tonight I would grab my victim. Tonight I would be at peace. I had to do this right. I had to do this slowly, so I could rid myself of the dreams. I fell back to sleep, and didn't dream again.

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I watched the kill leave work. She drove home along a dark wet road. I waited for her car to stall. I knew it would happen. I rigged the engine so it would only drive for a short distance. I drove behind her and became excited as the car slowed to a stop. She didn't own a cell phone, so I knew she couldn't call anyone.

I stopped behind her, and asked her if she needed help. She rolled down the window, and thanked me. I opened the hood of her car, being careful to use my gloves. I pretended to work on the engine. Soon she became curious and got out of the car. That was what I was waiting for. She walked up to me and I hit her on the head, and then I stuck her with the syringe.

I put her in the trunk, and closed her car's hood, turning on the flashers, so someone would know the car was stuck. I locked the doors, and drove to the shack. Peace would find me soon. Peace in death.

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This time I tortured her slowly. I needed to relish in the pleasure, so the dreams would stop. I had to do this one right. The best part about this one was the drop site. They were going to be so surprised where I put her. They were going to be so worried. Then when they were unprepared, I was going to grab the woman.

I removed the gag from her mouth, so I could listen to her scream. The closer I got to the last kill the calmer I felt. It was always this way. The first would be in a frenzy, but as I got closer to the end of my kills, a calm enveloped me and I slowed down. I was still a little anxious, because of the dreams, but if I kept reminding myself to slow down, I was ok.

I watched her face as I carved expired into her chest. I could see the terror in her eyes. I had to put the gag back in when I burned her hair, because I thought someone would hear her. By the time I pulled out her teeth, she was weeping, and begging for her life.

I held the candlestick over her, and hit her with it. Watching the blood cover me, I was reminded of the time I killed my parents, and an intense feeling of ecstasy enveloped me. As she breathed her last, I sank to the floor in bliss.

It was over an hour, before I was able to continue. There would be no nightmares tonight. I would finally have peace.

I put the body in my trunk and drove to the place. This was so perfect. They would be so frightened. They would be so scared. As I crept onto the grounds, and placed the body down, no one was around. It was quiet. Everything was quiet. I went home, and fell into a dreamless sleep.