The Re-Make

Part One

Part 1. 

It was a dark black night, lit only by the moon. I was closing in on my 84th kill. I was just 23; and I had been killing since I was only 14 years old. I was disturbed as a child. I hated many things, but lacked a hatred for murder. Well, not the idea of myself doing the killing. At the age of ten I started to notice how morbid the thoughts in my mind were becoming. At the age of 12 I was accused of attempted murder of four girls at my school, which of course was not true. I had done nothing wrong, but these girls had said I did and their parents called the authorities, and it was four to one. They believed them, and not me. They believed those girls were right, even when they were lying to their face. It was disgusting, how much our legal system is flawed, and how hard evidence isn’t required as often as it should be. I was let off, but I still to this day have it by my name. By the time I was 13 I was diagnosed with being a sociopath, or at least developing sociopathic tendencies. I didn’t overly mind. It didn’t upset me. I had seen it coming. I didn’t know I would be a sociopath but I knew I wasn’t right in the head. Even so I decided I should keep it all to myself. Try living a normal life. On the outside being like everyone else, but different on the inside. A burning rage that just kept getting worse and worse until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. One day I was walking home from school, in only my second year of high school, and I see a man grab a girl, maybe a year or so younger than me, as she kicks and screams, all of this combined psychotic mental state through me into running towards them and killing the man with my bare hands, by grabbing him around the neck and tearing out his esophagus. I remember as if it was yesterday the look on the girls face as she looked at me after seeing me kill the man. Such fear. She then hugged my so tight I found it hard to breathe and she burst into tears, which I of course had no understanding of why she did so after looking so scared. She was able to say through her tears “I’ll never tell a soul”, and then she grabbed her stuff and ran away. I didn’t see her anymore, she moved schools to somewhere across the country. I think Perth. After which I continued going through school, after that I didnt kill until my eighteenth birthday party. Me and my friends were all just at my house, wasnt some hard core party but it was enough. Everyone was drinking besides me, I was never one for it. I didnt understand the need for it, either way, I would have one here and there, but I hadnt yet that night. I went outside for some air and I heard a yelp come from the neighboring yard. My nieghbor was a brute. Disgusting man, always smelling of bourbon, I would often hear that dog yelp and wimper, and had seen the look of fear it had when he would call her back inside. It would just now for some reason that it became to much for me, with everyone to absorbed in my half assed party, I walked over and let myself in the back door, to see him wind up to kick his dog again, until he turned to be and was enraged at me being there. He grabbed his bat and came towards me, and as he got close I grabbed a knife from the bench behind me and just stabbed him in the neck. It happened so quickly. He bled out, and I got so scared for what I did. I quickly washed up and just walked out, just as I was out of the door I heard another yelp. I went back inside to notice that his german sheaperd was not only bloodied and dying, which I hadn't noticed before, but in labor. I stopped and tried to do what I could, patting her and helping the pups out. Unfortunately most of which were still born. Besides one. The next day I took her to the vet, along with her pup, I claimed she was a stray and the rest of the pups had died. They gave her some kind of medication and sent me on my way. I of corse had to move, I just moved to the other side of town, and then just waited to be found out for murder. Yet, the police, no one, ever came. I read about it in the news paper though, about a dead body being found, but they seemed to pin it on some other guy, so I was good. That was 5 years ago. After that I continued killing but focused only on people of whom I thought needed to die. People who pushed other to suicide, murdered and other such kinds of people. Yet now after all the serious bullies, rapists, murdered, abductors, and even adulterous people, I still find myself here. The next kill. Keith Stuart. On the internet he is a young teen boy, just chatting up other young people. Although in real life he is a 43 year old pedophile who convinces young people into meeting with him, after which he rapes, tortures and kills them. He is the kind of guy who sits on his computer all day, never leaving the house, unless of course coming out to do is sick work. I had been communicating with him online for a couple of weeks already. He was under the impression that I am a 12 year old girl by the name of Aster. I told him my mother had re-married and I had been feeling betrayed. I would seem so perfect for him. Little would he know that it was me hunting him, not vice versa. He was soon to find out though. I had planned to meet him at Bovine Lake, 9:00pm. It was only a couple of minutes before hand that out of the corner of my eye I had seen his car, a dark blue van, pull up. I stood just around a corner near the lake as I watched him walk toward the seats at which I planned on meeting him. As he gets closer to the corner I am standing I quickly duck behind it and hide. My breathing slowed, and I made myself as silent and unnoticeable as I could, until I heard his footsteps get just next to me. As he turned the corner I moved on him and stuck him straight in the neck with a needle full on Burtorphanol, a muscle relaxing sedative used on horses. He slid down the wall and was completely paralyzed, and passed out in seconds. I went through his pockets to find keys to his van, wire and gloves, I assume to strangle his victims. I unlocked his car and spent a good ten minutes dragging his large, plump body into the back, which had a cage like thing. For locking up dogs I assume, but I’m guessing he used it for the victims. I removed the cage and threw it into the lake, and then I walked back to the car and folded down the seats to make one big area, then I pulled his body into it the middle. His windows are tinted which wouldn’t have been good for the children he abducted, but it was rather good for myself. As he woke up I could see the look of confusion on his face quickly turn to fear. He shakes, and it is visible he was attempting to hide it. It was far to clear. How could he believe anything he did would have me let him off easily? He was soon to find out otherwise.