Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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"Found it"
I breathe out. I did it. A smile slowly creeping up my face that was too close to the screen of my PC.
The case was much similar to his cases.
I wasn't sure at first, it could have been any case, a coincidence, but it stood out way too much to go unnoticed.
A couple was found in an alley four years ago. It was not too far from the alley which broke the news as I sat here. They were slashed and stabbed in their torso repeatedly almost as if someone poured out all their hatred. The blood of the tricenarian victims installed a red hue all over their chests as it climbed a little towards their collars.
The man's body was right under a street lamp while the lady's was further away. The man wore a polo-necked yellow t-shirt that was now crimson; the lady wore rather revealing clothes. She had a deep-necked blouse on with a skirt that reached mid-thigh. Her upper arms and throat had droplets of red throughout.
The scene was much violent compared to what I am used to seeing and comprehending. This was rather raw. If the murderer was him then this was his first one, it had no filter. There was no brand to cover their foreheads, no zip-tie to tighten around their ring finger. It was just a plain murder done in cold blood.
The emotions the murderer had poured out were all there. The anger, frustration, and wretched feeling equivalent to the slashes on each of their chests. Each emotion evidently present right in front of my eyes.
This case was number forty-one on Wikipedia. After many long nights, I reached the link that brought me a little closer to him.
Although I couldn't be sure, I couldn't let this case slide. It was one of few cases where the victims were found in an alley and was the only alley closest to the one I just read about before.
Thoughts fog my mind again. Questions I didn't know the answer to left a mark.
Will I see him?
Will I understand him?
It felt as if my mind and heart longed for this curiosity to come to an end with me understanding him. What could make someone hate everyone so much? To the point, they detest everything that humans were supposed to stand for.
This feeling, so unhealthy for me, the toxicity seeping through every principle known. Something I tried so hard to just understand. Having no name for what I am feeling. This unusual want for someone who I should hate.
I let my head fall back as my back was still pressed against the chair. My thoughts trapped finding no escape.
I wanted to take a break but this curiosity didn't know such a thing. My hands traveling up my body enveloping my neck to provide warmth. It stayed there for a few seconds until I decided to let it slide back down.
