The Blood Thirsty Killer

Chapter 6

Kirmit's POV
I had a specifically customer tracksuit for such an occasion in my bedroom(an officer can never be too careful hehe😂!) It had multiple pockets in it's interior so I can stack away even the smallest of accoutrements in it(perks of being deviously smart😗). My house was still new to me but because I was an officer it was already a stash place for my personal weapons kept for off duty emergencies like when I'm doing some surveillance around the hood. This was an off duty job too only, this was self inflicted, I mean I had the choice to engage the office station but I chose not to. Disdaining my morning routine that requires me to be bathing right after a jog, I slipped into my tracksuit and began packing in my gun filled with bullets as well as a spare line of bullets. Not only did I have a gun but it was complimented by 3 tear gases in small unrecognisable sizes hidden in my pants. My special knife was hidden near my waistline carefully as well as blades in the sleeves of my jacket. It was 6:45 am and I shot off in my car heading to Carnier Street,  Droop Mansion. Obviously it was dark and gloomy as ever, soon though they'll atleast have one thing short and that's fear of dying because I was on a sequel for their freedom, this was soon to be over. I pulled over across the street again and made my way to the mansion only to find it wide open. It was exactly like how I left it last time, kitchen blown up and all of it looking gloomy. I waited to hear a voice but I heard nothing so  I began walking to the living room. As soon as I walked in through the door, it closed itself behind me and locked me inside. In an attempt to turn and unlock the door, a weight fell right on top of the centre of my head,  knocking me down to the floor. It had me pinned to floor for about half an hour as I held my head trying to ease the ache. My hand met a warm liquid oozing at my forehead,  I was bleeding and messed up. My vision got more blury by the minute but I'm sure I saw a feminine figure dressed like a man walk past over me. My thought only got proved by a sudden slap across my cheek followed by a manicure clawing on the same cheek (man why do women get those😒💔?). Trust me I never knew I could bowl until at that moment when I was forced to experience thrice in different degrees. The frame pulled a chair and sat in front of me, it was by then I began gathering my thoughts and figured that this was the killer I was supposed to meet. I took my chance to reach for my waistline to get a hold of my knife and probably slit her to buy myself time and pull out my gun from where I hid it. Well I did touch it but it never came out instead my limb was butchered with an axe and the blood spurt on the wall(the killer too probably, I don't know my vision was still clouded). By now I was dying slowly but the adrenaline in my veins kept getting a push everytime I thought of the freedom I had wanted to acquire for the residents of Carnier Street. Next minute I was reaching for my gun with the one hand I had left. I was numb right now where it was cut all I wanted was my hand kept on that gun. Before she could  be (that's if  I'm dealing with a woman) predict and act on my move I pulled the trigger and hit her knee, causing her to falling the process. He wailed (I'm gonna use both genders because at this moment I'm not even sure of who I'm dealing with, not even their face) in pain but kept yanking the shot foot. It was at that moment I saw them carry a bottle and began pouring a bottle of a substance that smelt like kerosene. Were they burning this house down? Since the killer and I met they've never said anything other than humming and it was annoying because I thought they'd be explaining themselves but but I was too fazed to ask anything. The same liquid was later splashed on my face and by the sensing of my nose I was sure this was 100% kerosene (I shouldn't be laughing but damn I'm screwed😂😂💔). This was a trap and I was stupid enough to believe I could catch the killer alone because they were a step ahead of me.  How ironic man, who would have thought the tables would turn so bad that I'd be making it into the list of this serial killer's list of victims. I tried reaching for my and just figured I threw it on the couch and never grabbed it, this was officially my end (what a demise for a great cop hey😂🔥). I crawled to the door and reached for the lock handle trying to let myself out, it was locked. Quickly my one surviving hand reached for the blades on my sleeves and in the process falling on the side of the now cut off arm triggering a new sense of pain. There was no time to begin feeling all that and taking it all in, the blade was targeted to the door lock and I began twisting and twisting until I heard a click sound indicating that the door lock manipulation was a complete success. I stood up, still weak at the knees and looked back seeing my arm flesh across the room and it suddenly got my stomach churning as I turned forward and began walking out of the room. For a while,it felt like I was the only one in the mansion (got to leave soon and see what to do about my accidental amputation) until I was knocked onto the floor as a reminder that the killer was still around. My body was dragged back into the rook, there was no point in fighting because I had nothing of a fight left in me (yeah it's settled this is my fate). The killer brought in a rope and tied me in a corner,  there was no point in that because I would never try dodging in this weak state of mine. He/she then stood up and walked out of the room, paused at the door and turned to look back right at the door and say "you should have known better than mess with my territory Kirmit Freddy." The next thing was a door slam following a match stick rubbing against a match box as my surrounding began glowing and warming up. The warmth kept crawling closer and closer until it was now me being warm. The degree of the burns felt like nothing by then as I had quickly acclimatised to the pain after my amputation. The flames and warm in the room engulfed my tshirt and ......

That's it guys😂😂🔥! Kirmit Freddy has ended that easily 😭👎🏻! Well if he has been as smart as he preached he shouldn't have tried being a big time hero here🥲 but now Carnier Street in Bonnington is still under attack,  the British Police have failed at attempt 1💔 what is the way forward? Find out on chapter 7... let's keep our book lively with some constructive comments please🥲❤️hit that vote button after you read too 🥺 and please use the share button to get this all out there 🥺🥺❤️next chapter loading on Wednesday thank you so much for you support guys🥺❤️