Thrifty

4

If there was a serial killer's anonymous group, I would be a part of that group. Hi, I'm Jeremy, and I'm a serial killer. I internally scoffed at myself. Yeah, like that would help me. I thought to myself as I wait in the parking lot of a shopping district. I need to be cautious, since my last kill was reported on the News, and people heard the gunshots from my pistol. So I chose to kill on the opposite of town.

I began thrumming my fingers on the dashboard of the car as my patience is growing thin. I am itching for a kill tonight, especially after my grandparents paid me an embarrassing visit at the store earlier. What seemed like an eternity, I spotted someone coming out of a small grocery store with a bundle of bags in their hands. Perfect. It's early yet late enough in the day to have no witnesses, and there's no security cameras neither. I take fishing line out and wrap it around my hands before getting out of the car in excitement.

I crept through the parking lot as stealthily as I could, and began to tip-toe. Yes. Actually tip-toe. Gotta lay off the cartoons. Anyways, as I got closer, I see the silhouette of a woman putting groceries away in the trunk of her car. When I was about to untangle the fishing line to get into killing position, my big clunker feet tripped on a pot hole that snuck up on me, and I fell with a loud thump.

Oh shit. Oh shit. I am so screwed. "Jeremy?" a familiar voice called out and ran to my side. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" It's Daisy. She gasped when she looked at my face. "You're bleeding." She got up and said, "Hold on. I got a first-aid kit in the car." I cursed as I quickly hid the fishing line in my sweatshirt pocket. One thing I made sure to do, is to never kill someone that's associated with me in any way.

This sucks. I thought bitterly as Daisy is dabbing the cuts on my face and placing Band-Aids on them. "There. You were lucky that you didn't get a concussion. You scared the heck out of me for a second there."

I forced myself to smile towards her and chuckled. "Sorry about that. I saw you and thought I'd say 'hi' when I tripped." She smiled back and blushed shyly. Wanting to get the heck away, so I can find someone else to kill, I dismissed myself and began walking towards the Oldsmobile.

"Wait!" I turned around to see her fumbling with her hands nervously. "I know we just met at work and all, but if you've got no plans. Some friends and I, are heading to a karaoke bar near the train station. You can join us, if you like." Her blush darkened, and I'm contemplating on what to do. Eh, why not? The night is still young, and I can sneak out after a couple of songs.

After agreeing to join her, I hopped into my car and turned on the ignition before following my co-worker out of the parking lot, and turning onto the road. I scanned the area to see where I shall strike next. And hoping to God that whoever is my next victim, isn't someone I know.