One year ago.
“Please… I am a good person… please don’t do this. I don’t deserve to die…” She said. She has ran out of tears and she is dry sobbing now. Her name is Peggy Sigfield. She reminded me of how my mother looked in my nightmares.
How can I make her understand this is not about her. I am sure Peggy is a wonderful person. With dreams and aspiration to do great things. I always tried to explain to my marks why this is happening. But they never get it. This is our destiny.
“This isn’t about you, Peggy. This is the way of the world. My destiny is to kill. Your destiny is to be killed by me.” I said.
Her eyes widen. Does she understand? Could Peggy be the first person who does?
Then she screamed, so hard her body began to shake.
“Help! Some body help me! I don’t want to die here!”
I sighed. She is just like the other ones, she doesn’t understand. She can scream all she wants. No one will hear her. My van has professional studio quality sound proofing. She struggled against the zip tie holding her. The large metal chair she is tied to has its own suspension and it is bolted to the van. Despite her effort, the van has is still like a crypt made with sheet metal.
No point in wasting my time with her if she refuses to accept what is happening. I signed again. I looked into her deep blue eyes, now filled with what I can only assume is fear. I stood up and walked behind her. She was still screaming and thrashing. I wrapped my piano wire around her neck in one precise movement.
“You don’t have to do this! Pleas-“ Her voice was interrupted when I tightened the wire.
But I do have to do this. Why couldn’t she understand. I take no joy in this. Being a serial killer wasn’t a hobby of mine. It was my destiny. I am like a cancer patient who takes his pills to suppress the disease. He bares no ill will towards the pill. Peggy, you are the pill that suppresses my cancer. Please accept your destiny.
As her life slipped away second by second. Her thrashing began to slow. Eventually she became still. Unlike what you see on TV, when you choke someone to death, there is no final moment where their body twitches before they die. They just fall into an eternal slumber. A Peaceful and permanent dream.
