It was fall but it was getting cool. I would go walking until I catch a bus to wherever fate would lead me. On these certain nights, Kenny wouldn't come with me. I always told him that these nights were fro self meditation and soul searching. For the most part, it was true. I was trying to find myself. Whether it be with blood on my hands or partying, I was always trying to find myself. But nothing ever helped me until began killing. That' when part of me started to open up and the void spot that I was always there started to fade.
"Miss, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have a right to an attorney if you do not have one, one will be appointed to you. You are under arrest for the murder of Kendrick and Samantha Wilkinson."
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What I was feeling beyond horrific, it was quite the opposite. I was happy. I was happy with all of the choices that I had made. Up until I hit the jail cell. The only time my expression changed was when I would think of my parents. Lying to my parents were an every weekend thing. That wasn't a big deal. So I would head out on Fridays and play this game with myself.
See how many people you can kill in 24 hour time limit. I like that game. And for the record I never disappointed myself. But now, I had gotten caught. The cops were never an issue for me they were like peons. But this time it was different. The FBI was actually dragging me out of this house. I wasn't even 18 yet. They were gonna charge me like an adult, I knew they were. I only had one option.
Run.
Forcing my feet to stop, I pulled against the agent that was holding me. My elbow came up and clocked him right in the mouth. He had no choice but to let go and tend to his face. Mind you it was bleeding something terrible.
His radio began to rattle with voice from what I'm guess was his backup. Quickly grabbing it, I wrapped the cord around his neck, making him gasp. I prayed for forgiveness as I took this mans life. Three, this made three people in one night. What have I done? There was no stopping now. His radio was still crackling as I went out the back way. The house wasn't surrounded because his backup was on the way, they weren't there yet. That made my getaway very quick. But it had to be on foot, they could track any sort of other means of transportation.
Making it out of the danger zone, I was free. Nobody knew my name and dead men tell no tales. The FBI was out of luck. The only dude who knew what I looked like was dead and there was no evidence that I killed anyone. But I did and I knew I did. I had to get out of New Orleans and I had to get out of here fast. But every time I killed someone it always felt like I was not alone. It was as if someone was watching me. Applauding me.
Present
Later that day, I met with Damon. He was not in his casual suit but just a pair of black jeans, black shirt and a leather. His outfit of choice suited him well, I just wasn't used to seeing him in it.
