The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 3

5th October 1862

TW: Very detailed murder

„Paul, the way you have been acting towards me recently, this- this explains alot. And you didn't even tell me that you are meeting George. Why? How do you want me to trust you?" Jane answered and looked back at Paul.

Paul felt that anger was going throught his whole body, it went from his feet to his brain. And from his brain to his mouth. „You are not my mother Jane. I can do whatever I want. I don't need to tell you about my every single step bloody Christ!!!" He shouted at her. „And me? Im acting bad towards you? You are literally the one who is pissed off about everything that I do. You literally have a problem with everything that I do!" Paul snapped.

„Paul I'm-" Jane stood up.

„No Jane, close your bloody gob. I am leaving." Paul interrupted her sentence, didn't want to hear anything out of her mouth.

„You are, what?" Jane asked, sounded very frustrated.

„I said I am fucking leaving! This is your house anyway. I don't even have a bloody house. Keep this one to yerself, without me!!" Paul shouted back, and with that he quickly went to the bedroom they shared. He grabbed every single first thing that he put his hands and eyes on, but took just the things that were his of course.

Jane came to the room. „Will you ever come back?" She said and her voice cracked.

„You know the answer to that question already." Paul said, didn't even take a moment to look at her was too busy with putting his stuff in his leathered briefcase he found in their closet.

„But why?" She cried.

Paul closed his briefcase, stood up and eyed her. „This is not working anymore Jane and you know it." He sighed before said a indestructible sentence. „I don't love you anymore anyway. And don't try to prove to me that you love me, because you would be only lying to yourself and me aswell."

She turned her head up to look at him, Jane could feel that her eyes were turning more wet by every second. She glared at his eyes and didn't say anything. Almost forgot how to speak. She was there just glanicng at Paul's eyes for a few seconds before she said. „I understand."

With that he nodded, looked down and bypassed her. He went straight towards the door and left her standing there, where she was. Without any another word, he opened the door slammed it behind himself really hard and left.

~~ 6th October 2am ~~

„STOP!" A woman shouted hysterically while a man pushed her to the ground. He put his palm on her mouth to shut her up.

He pulled out a knife out of his pocket and looked at it. He was checking the shininess of that tool, slowly licked it before he eyed his reflection in that knife. When he was done with appreciating his tool, he directed it to the woman's neck. He was pulling it slowly inside deeper and deeper. Woman's eyes widened and she started to shake her legs, still couldn't scream because his palm was laying on her mouth. He made a deep long cut on her neck, there was a lot blood going from that spot and he was grinning, was very satisfied by the view of blood. He felt like he was done on the neck so he looked down at her waist. He tore up that corset she wore and chuckled. Woman's face was slowly turning pale, he didn't care that she was suffering, in the contrary it made him feel triumphant that she was affected by him like this. Her purple clothing was all teared up, it showed her soft feminine skin which looked so clean. The Serial Killer's eyes widened and he started to slash slowly, smiled to himself and started at her chest, went down to her lower stomach. In the lower stomach he shoved it deeper and made a circle inside. Woman's eyes rolled to the back of her head, at that moment he knew instantly that she was dead. „Took you long enough." He sniggered and smirked, put his knife aside and submerged his hand to that circle on her stomach, just to feel her organs which he was touching. This was the thing he loved doing, this was the thing that satisfied him the most. He enjoyed every single moment of his murders, loved the sight of somebody else's sufferage because of him, it has made him feel dominant and powerful. He pulled out few organs and put them beside him. His free hand departed to his pocket and pulled out a medium sized spell-like jar. While he was opening it, he tore off a small piece of her organ beside him and threw it gently inside the jar. After that he impregnated it with her blood and showed it back to his pocket. When he felt like he hadn't finish her yet, he instantly lifted his knife from the ground and started to stab her thighs. He was looking very pleased and grinned at the image of the tool which was stuck in her body. When the resemblance of her was ideal to him, he laid a hold of a pen and started to write on a paper.

'You can try as hard as you want, you will never find me.'

He dipped the paper to the blood on her stomach.

And left.

~~

It was 3am in the morning, he didn't even realise that he was walking for five hours now. Paul still didn't find a good spot for himself to stay in. He reached a small meadow on a hill, not very far from the centre of the city. Paul was feeling weary of walking so he sat on the grass. He was just watching the night stars and thinking about everything. He felt very glad and relieved that he finally left Jane. But he was homeless now. „Shit, what am I going to do?" He said and rubbed his hands over his face. At least this atumn was not that cold.

He looked down and he spotted that somebody was sitting on a bench under the hill. That person was wearing a black top hat, black waiscoat, black tailcoat and also a black straight trousers. He looked relaxed, was smoking a pipe. That man put his hat off his face and Paul was glad for that because he could see his face. He couldn't see him very well but he spotted a glasses on his face, the glass was round, it suited his face and his long nose perfectly. He had auburn hair.

'God how can a man look this good?' Paul thought. That man looked so mysterious and it lured Paul so much. There was just something about that man that Paul couldn't explain. Paul wanted to know more about him, he wanted to talk to him. But how would he do it? Paul sighed. „There is really nothing that I can do now."

That man stood up, obviously was finished with smoking his pipe and put his top hat on his head while he was walking away.

„Shit!" Paul screamed. He realised that it was quite loud so he covered his mouth with his hands and felt slightly unsettled.

He was sitting on that grass for a few minutes after that man has left. Paul was just thinking about him. He yawned and distincted that he was going to find a spot because of that fatigue that was caused after that day's long walk. Paul was walking throught the meadow when he found a tree, put briefcase under it and settled under that tree. Paul soon fell in a deep long sleep.