Uncontrollable

Chapter Two

My mind was racing now, she lay there just inside the closed door, blood slowly running from the cut on the side of her head from where it had connected with the door, swelling starting to appear on the other side where i'd hit her,
I looked over to presumably her husbands body lay there blood still trickling from his throat on to the cream carpet, I needed a cigarette, a joint would be better I thought,
I removed a glove and took the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and the lighter, I lit one then put them back in my pocket and replaced my glove, it helped to calm my nerves slightly but shit I thought, I'm looking at the dead body of a man and an unconscious women, a dead girl is in the shower room,
Fuck me, fuck me what to do, come on think, think I thought, I knew the woman had to die but...
I took another drag on the cigarette, I was starting to calm slightly, the cigarette was helping, my mind was still racing but for the first time I actually felt slightly in control,
I wasn't about to go through the house robbing them now was i, maybe I thought, just go for it you've come this far, but what if you take something that could connect you, don't rob them I decided, I finished the cigarette and placed the stub in my pocket after I had put it out on the bottom of the woman's shoe, the only thing I saw to use in close proximity to me,
Well here goes I thought, "the things I could do to you now but I don't have the guts to you bitch" I said as I looked at the woman lay there, I grabbed a cushion off the couch and walked back to the woman and knelt down next to her head, "here goes" I said to myself and placed it over her face and pushed down hard.
I held the cushion there for what seemed to me like an eternity but was more likely two or three minutes, my arms started to hurt so I removed the cushion and stood up and looked down on her, to my shock she let out a gasp and started breathing.
Panic instantly hit me again and I looked to the table where I had placed the knife, I took the knife in both hands, knelt down beside her and plunged it repeatedly into her face,
Once, twice, three times, a fourth time, then I stopped leaving the blade of the knife impaled in her eye socket, I slid back from her and sat leaning against the front door,
"Holy shit" I said my breathing laboured, sweat running down my face, my hands trembling, i pulled my glove of once more and removed the cigarettes and lighter from my pocket.
I took one from the packet and placed it between my lips, it took three or four goes to get the lighter to ignite, my hand still quivering slightly, I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes trying to compose myself once more.
I put the cigarettes and lighter back in my pocket and replaced my glove and then using the door handle pulled myself to my feet.
I finished my cigarette just standing there looking at the carnage that had come from my hands, the sick feeling returned to me again, ok I thought what do I do now, I have to destroy this place, I have to get rid of this somehow, come on, come on think,
I walked back into the kitchen and started opening cupboards hoping to find anything, bleach was the first thing I found, no good I thought and kept looking, typical I thought, the last cupboard I checked in the opposite corner to the fridge were two bottles of lighter fluid, that will do I thought.
I put them on the counter top and grabbed hold of the stove and slowly levered it out towards me, I leant over the top of it and grabbed the gas line and yanked it free, a hissing noise came from the pipe followed by the smell of gas, I knew I had to be quick now, I dashed down the corridor with the lighter fluid and opened the toilet door and sprayed lighter fluid over the girls body and threw the bottle in the shower, I moved back out into the corridor and moved into the lounge and sprayed lighter fluid over the man and woman's bodies.
I prayed it wouldn't ignite the gas as I took the lighter from my pocket and lit the woman's body then the mans, they ignited quickly, I went back into the corridor not looking back to the fire and turned into the toilet doorway, I could smell the gas slightly now and prayed it wouldn't catch as I lit the girls body,
I moved quickly out and into the kitchen and out through the back door closing it behind me, I prayed everything would be destroyed as I fled across the grass and into the trees, I ran as fast as I could until the house was barely visible then and only then did I stop to catch my breath.
I turned to watch the house in the far distance praying for something, anything to happen, after what seemed like an eternity a glow from the house became visible, I thought to myself the fire is catching, "yes" I said and no sooner had I said it than a massive explosion shook the ground beneath my feet, the whole area lit up by a flash, the gas I thought to myself, it worked, I turned and fled into the night not wanting to be around there when the fire fighters and police turned up.
Days passed and my thoughts of the night and what I did stayed constant in my mind, I got up from my bed and headed downstairs into my lounge,
My wife Tay was in the kitchen cooking, I could hear the radio playing rock music, I shouted into her "baby what you cooking" she replied in her sultry voice "chicken stir fry honey" no sooner had she replied than my little boy Thomas came running in from the kitchen and jumped at me, I picked him up and sat down on the couch, he smiled and kissed me and got off the couch and went back into the kitchen,
I picked up the television remote and turned it on and flicked through the news channels hoping to hear something, they were all mainly talking about government crap as usual, I took my phone from my pocket and checked my local news app and sure enough the second article was about a house explosion that killed three people and the police were treating it as suspicious, it didn't go into great detail but it was enough information to know that it was my handy work.
Over the next few weeks the thoughts of what I did replayed over and over in my mind, I found myself looking at house after house as I went about my daily life, wondering who lived there, how easy it would be to break in and...
Could i really do it again, it was an accident the first time, they weren't meant to be there, it was so panicked.
I tried to put the thoughts from my mind but the more I tried to distract myself with my family and friends, my job at the warehouse building and moving window frames, I couldn't.
It finally dawned on me, I had to, I wanted to do it again, I had become a killer, the thought of being caught never crossed my mind, I just wanted to feel the fear, the power, their terror, their helplessness, I had made up my mind I was going to find another house, another family, this time it would be different, no robbery, no panic, controlled and planned, my hunt had begun...