Chapter two
I got in my dingy, stinky, old car and drove away. I didn’t even take his bones, I didn’t kill for coins. I killed out of jealousy, and rage, and whim. What did that mean about my theory? Was I wrong, am I addicted to the coins, or the kill? I was confused and covered in blood; I needed to get rid of these bloodied clothes. I had an extra set in my trunk so I pull over to change. I strip down to my under wear on the side of the highway, then I put on the new clothes. I take my old clothes and put them in a plastic trash bag. I throw the bags in the trees near the road and lay an old towel I found in the trunk in my seat, attempting to clean up the blood a little. I then rush home to shower, to get that sweet coppery smell of blood out of my hair, to get that delicious metallic taste out of my mouth. I got home and sat in my car for a minute, savoring the smell and taste of blood before I went inside and got rid of it. I got in the warm shower, and watched as the water ran over my body and went down the drain until the water was clear again. Not dyed red with the moron’s blood. A beautiful, crystal clear water drop clung to my finger. I stared at that drop thinking about what I have done. I killed for pleasure not addiction. I was a maniac, and I needed help.
When I came out of my thought I realized that I had stood in the shower until all that was coming out of the shower head was freezing cold ice water. I quickly shut it off and toweled off, then I went and got dressed. I was heading to see someone. I walk outside my house, and head towards the ‘hood’ but first I stopped off by the ATM and grabbed $300 then went to a sleazy house. Inside there was a group of men all of them were beating on some poor kid, he looked about 17. Then the man who looked like the leader stood up.
“Next time bring my fucking money or well do more than beat your broke ass, now get out of my fucking sight” he said as he kicked the youth. Then the youth got up and ran. He shoved me against the wall on his way out, or he tried. As soon as he pushed me, I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall. He looked up at me, dazed, and slightly confused.
“Try that again and I’ll kill you. Understand moron?” I calmly, dangerously said. He just nodded with pure terror in his eyes and slowly backed away until he got outside. Then he turned tail and ran. I walked further into the house, and came face to face with the boss. He was an ugly man, with scarred and knotted skin all over his bald head, an eye patch over one eye, and he was fat. Of course when you basically run the drug trade unopposed in this entire town, you become rich. Being rich grants you luxuries such as being fat and ugly.
“Ah detective, are you here to bust my chops? Or to participate in some of our…. How should I say I, Lawless activities?” He said.
“You know why I’m here, the same reason I was here five years ago.” I said glaring at him.
“Of course, hitting hard times again detective? We have what you need, for a price of course.” The man said.
“Fine, but it better be the good stuff, not that shit you gave me last time.” I said.
I paid him for the drugs and left. My brother is ruthless. I think about that youth, and what my brother will do if the kid doesn’t pay. I hope I don’t get set to that homicide case.
I head home, when I get to the city park I sit down for a minute. It was a nice night, the perfect temperature, and just a light wind that soothed my face, with its calming cool touch. I watch all the people rush by, hurrying to wherever they have to go. Usually people would stop, enjoy this park. Now that the serial killer has been on the loose, no one will stop to enjoy. They all run and hide before it gets real dark. Now they travel in large groups, and rarely at night. Always together. While I was sitting there enjoying the weather. My phone rang. I sighed, and answered it. It was the police chief.
