𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 ━ year is 1991, serial killers have been popping up from all over the country, from cannibals like Jeffery Dahmer to crazed murderers like Richard Ramirez. In the latest string following a cold...
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"You got any smokes?" She inquired, he reached over to a drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He handed her one and she took it in between her plump-red lips. The fire of a lighter was lit, he dangled the flame right underneath the tip until its embers were lit.
She sat at the end of the bed with one of the small wine glasses in hand, she flicked the ashes into the cup before they could fall on the sheets. "So Mis. Elusive, why is it that you began killing in the first place?" He asked while lounging back on the bed. "I felt like I had everything, but nothing satisfied my lust for slaughtering." She explained.
In the summer of 1973, when was still a young, innocent child, witnessed something truly disturbing. She walked into the kitchen and caught a glimpse of her mother, bent over the kitchen counter with blood dripping from various holes. He had been stabbed 27 times, the killer was her father. Standing over the corpse with a bloody kitchen knife in hand.
They were such a sweet and happy couple, so full of life and passion. They loved each other dearly, so why would her father do such an awful thing? "Father?" she called out, appearing behind the corner of the kitchen. Her mother's blood was staining the feet of the young girl.
He began weeping on the floor, covered head to toe in the crime he committed. He had called the cops to the scene and soon after was taken away in handcuffs. She had never recovered from seeing the corpse. And worst of all she enjoyed the fact that her mother was dead. Seeing her lifeless body gave her some sense of joy.
She had wondered for the past 18 years what it would feel like to kill someone. Until she found out with her first victim. It was such a rush of adrenaline that she had never experienced before, such a pleasant feeling that she couldn't get enough of. So that's precisely when her rampage started, killing off couples so they wouldn't fall into the careless mistake that her parents had once before.
She explained that in more simple terms to him so would understand where she was coming from. Elusive didn't understand why she felt so compelled to confess her sins to this strange man. This was a case to tell the world that she didn't do what she did out of feelings of greed or power, it was out of feelings of desire to make the world a more whole place.
"And thus births a new type of killer into our already decaying world." He said. She blew out a puff of smoke from her lips before laying the bud in the glass. Water rushed to her eyes and streamed down her rosy pink cheeks. "Why is life so cruel?" She whispered, her voice shaken by the overflow of emotions.
March wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He understood what a delicate subject this type of thing could be. She felt so alone in this world, always relying solely on herself. That's why it was so astonishing that she would even think of sharing such a sensitive side with another person.
"Shh." He whispered as she wept into his chest. Even the most vicious monsters have emotions. "You're alright my dear, your secret is safe with me." He patted her back unhurriedly. Tears stained his shirt, turning the once-white fabric grey. Her vision was blurred by the water that gathered on the lid of her eye.
What a gentleman, to be so caring in a woman's time of need. For some reason, though they had just met a day ago she trusted him wholeheartedly. Before she came to this hotel she decided to do some research to further understand what she was getting herself into.
While she was looking into the very dark history of this place she just so happened to run into an older photo of the owner whose name was James P. March. This all began to add up pretty quickly, the reason he spoke in such an odd tone and why he wore such old-fashioned clothing.
"Tell me something." She asked. "What kind of monster are you?" Her tears came to an abrupt stop and she pulled her face away from his chest. "Not a monster my dear, just dead." She didn't seem to be surprised by this news in the slightest. It was something she had figured out from the very beginning.
Her makeup was now a mess, her mascara ran down her face in streaks making the part under her eyes appear black. Her eyes glistened in the light. There was a sudden knocking sound coming from outside the door. "James." The older woman cooed. She approached where March sat and whispered something in his ears. He stood rather quickly upon hearing the news.
"My deepest apologies my love, there is an urgent matter I need to attend to." He placed a small peck on Elusive's forehead before exiting the room. Elusive rushed into the bathroom only to see her appearance.
She dunked her face under the cold water that the fossett produced and rubbed the remainder of her makeup off. Once she had managed to get the majority off she showed herself out. Her room was only a few steps away but instead of turning in for the night, she headed down to the main lobby.
