Through words

Chapter 5

The hot blood spills through my fingers as she chokes on her own blood. A large pool was soaking through her bed sheets. I'd tried to stay away from a pattern so it was harder for them to track me but there was just something so lovely about watching the life die from young female's eyes. The police or people higher up- I'm not sure - had tagged my m.o. as females and males between fourteen and twenty three and slitting throats.

The only reason they include males is because I had a streak where I was trying to throw them of. I still stuck towards younger people though. I don't know her name. I've never been too keen on knowing many things about the people I kill.

All I need to know is if they live alone or not, their gender, and age. She was clearly female, twenty years old, and had a roommate.

Her roommate is a girl that looked to be around her age. It was tempting to kill her too but I've learned to not stay around for too long after. In my first year or so I would reveal in it until I heard sirens but there'd been too many close calls because of that. Her hand gradually loosens its hold on my shirt. Then it drops to her soft mattress. It was quite a comfortable mattress: I'm not surprised she seemed to sleep deeply.

I'd probably get a good night's rest if I had the same mattress. Though now she'll be sleeping forever. Her roommate will come in to check on her when she isn't up by her usual time and probably scream or cry before calling an ambulance. I never understood why they called an ambulance. Clearly the person was already dead... What good was it calling people that could no longer help?

"Good bye sweetheart." I brush the hair out of her eyes. As I remove my hand that was supporting her neck her head lulls back. The long, clean slit reveals itself. I don't like messy kills.

Overkilling was unnecessary, maybe it's because I don't feel that rage that the shows like Forensic Files talk about. When I found someone I though was a nice victim once I had killed them I just felt calm. I slowly climb out of the window.

It's about four in the morning so most people are sleeping by now. There are those few people that have the worst internal alarm clock or love to stay up all night. I was the latter; I hadn't slept in two and a half days. It took a while for me to actually feel fatigued in any way. I hopped onto the bike I had stolen a town over.

My feet were aching from walking most places. Though that could be blamed on me because I wear flat soled shoes to again lessen the possibility of them finding me.

My hands were still bloody; they leave marks on the handlebars of the bike. I'll have to wash that off just in case it was a clear enough hand print. I'm fairly certain I'm not in the system yet but I don't want them to get the chance to put me into it.