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7📚| An unhealthy obsession

The killer

This asshole again, the man I get the information from about my targets was beginning to become a pain.

He's starting to ask too much questions and takes an interest in finding out what lies behind the mask. I'm not even wearing my original mask, this one shows eyes, enough to form some semblance of trust with one another but he seems greedy and it's only a matter of time before I snap.

"You've gotten popular over the past few months pretty boy," he joked as I approached, making me groaned inwardly.

"For all you know I could be an ugly schmuck under this mask." I retorted, he chuckled.

"With eyes like those I doubt it." I ignored his derogatory remark and threw the bag of cash towards him.

"Give me my shit so I can go," I said, folding my arms over my chest as I eyed him. Gianni of all person knew what ugly was, he's New York's most prolific crime lord. His hands were stained with blood just like mine if not more and he pulls more weight across the city than any pro lifter.

"Impatient RNK," he smirked, I snarled under the mask but I'm sure my displeasure was showing in my eyes.

"Don't call me that." Ever since they came up with the stupid name I've yet to catch a break, everywhere I go all I can here is 'Rochester night killer' it's starting to piss me off.

"oooh, someone's on edge," What the fuck is his problem? I decided to play along with his little game and plastered a smirk on my face even though he couldn't see it. I know he was trying to get under my skin, trying to get me riled up and probably pose as a threat to him then he'd be the only person who knows what New York city's recent serial killer looks like.

Probably use it to bribe me and get me to do his dirty fucking deeds or even try to get leverage with the police. Yeah, not happening.

"of course I'd be, with the high that comes with seeing your knife slide through the neck of your victims. It's like a drug."

"you're sure to go through withdrawal if you're deprived of it for too long or get on edge if you will... Care to help me with that, Gianni?" He froze up and the sly look that was on his face had been wiped clean off. Crime lord or not he knew not to fuck around with me.

"don't threaten me boy." He just had to throw that in there before tossing the files. I rolled my eyes as I kneeled to pick them up.

"Who said I was... we'll be seeing each other. Until next time," I said walking away, he let out a huff but remained where he was as to not turn his back to me. I could careless about killing Gianna, I've done my research on the fucker and to my surprise but utter disappointment, he only deals with inconveniences such as; snitches, thieves, betrayers. Which never includes the innocent under any circumstances or women and children.

Gianni doesn't scare me either, nothing does and so turning my back to him despite his many hidden snipers was never a problem or a fear. I just didn't care. As I entered my car the only thing that clouded my mind was her, I threw the files on the passenger seat and drove away from the meetup spot.

I traveled on the highway until I was turning on the street where her apartment was, I parked outside and used my high tech binoculars to peak up into her floor.

Her apartment number was 340 and she always forgets to close her windows.

"There she is," a satisfied smile stretched across my face as she came into view. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She was pacing her room with nothing but an oversized t-shirt on. She seemed restless or better yet annoyed, I hope it wasn't boy that caused her to be like this.

The thought alone made an overwhelming sense of anger come over me, only thoughts about me should plague her mind. I trailed over her form and every dirty thought and imagination in the book rushed to my mind, I shifted in the seat to get some sort of release from the built up tension, but damn...

I zoomed in further, going closer to her beautiful face, "so beautiful.. absolutely fucking beautiful" she's a masterpiece, the missing puzzle to my chaotic and disturbing life. Ever since I caught her eyes, watching me murder Dean, I've been obsessed. The fear, the terror mixed with her scent was amazing.

I should have killed her but she was just an innocent girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Lucky for her I don't kill innocent people, let alone pretty innocent women like her. She still had no idea what she got herself into by walking down that street that night. The monster she now has lurking beneath the shadows, watching her and plotting for the day that she could be mine.

I imagine things with her, from her long legs being wrapped around my torso as my face is buried within the crook of her strawberry scented neck and my cock buried deep inside her, to her dark curly hair being splayed across my chest as she snores softly from the deep slumber our heated night had put her in.

Just the thought of those imaginations had my cock twitching with need.

I yanked the binoculars away from my face and leaned back in my seat, my chest was heaving and it took everything in me not to go up there and take her now.

No. I wasn't like that, I'll only take her when she's begging me to and I won't allow myself the pleasure of seeing her yet, not until Saturday. I wanted her to see me in my element, I wanted her to see the art piece I'm about to create just for her and the cherry on top is going to be the look on her face when she sees the masterpiece.

I couldn't wait.

I needed a release or I was going to go crazy, I looked over at the files and grabbed the first one. As my eyes scanned over the contents a wide sinister smile spread across my face.

This is going to be fun..

It's about time I brought some action into this place, after this set I'm going to go on a hiatus, let the heat go down for a bit. My eyes raked over the man's picture memorizing his face. David Fuller; 35 wanted for the murder of over forty people, innocent people. Last seen in Rochester city under the alias, Fargo.

He has a handsome face, a perfect canvas for the art idea I wanted to present to Celine.

I picked up the binoculars once more and peeked back up into her apartment, she was now sitting on her bed, typing away on her laptop.

"My smart girl." I smiled, soon she'll be mine, soon.