How to murder someone and get away with it

Chapter 1

How could one possibly get away with one of the most heinous crimes in the history of mankind and not get caught? That was a question that I had pondered upon for the last few months until I had finally thought of an answer. You see, for the past few years, I have had these murderous urges that would spontaneously appear in the forefront of my mind. Until a year ago, I had simply ignored them and they returned to whatever part of my broken brain they first appeared from. But, that was up until a year ago. Now, it was impossible to swat them away. There was no pattern to them; I didn't imagine myself harming the person I hated, rather I imagined myself targeting the first person I laid eyes upon when it appeared. Sometimes, the urge was so strong that I had to put down whatever was in my hand fearful of what would happen if I lost control. If I had been born in the 1950's it would have been much easier to satisfy these needs: no cameras, no fingerprint trackers, and no security systems. It would have been SO much easier. But now, it seemed that on every street corner I turned, every house I looked at, there would be the latest security systems or at the very least a ring doorbell. So, it was nearly impossible to get away with anything these days even something as small as taking the tiniest bite out of a cake your sister had just made without getting a slap on the wrist. But, there was one keyword; nearly, meaning I had a 99% chance of getting caught. That still left 1%. That 1% was the key to this whole plan. That 1%, that fear, that excitement, and that adrenaline rush were all the reassurance I needed to carry out this plan. Up until that moment in time, I had never taken any risks that would jeopardize my future.None.I had turned down many offers to go partying with my friends in case any photos of me got leaked which a potential employer might see. In fact, throughout the 3 years, I had been in Uni I had only been to 4 parties where, even then, I drank light in case I got too hungover to pay attention in lessons. I had straight A's and a good home life, so there were seemingly no roots to my murderous mindset. But at that moment I realized that I deserved to take a risk. I deserved to break free a little. I deserved to-

'Elle?' I snapped out of my daydream. 'What is the abdominal cavity?' asked the professor

'The abdominal cavity is the cavity within the abdomen, the space between the abdominal wall and the spine. The abdominal cavity contains several crucial organs including the lower part of the esophagus, the stomach, the small intestine, the colon, the rectum, the liver, the gallbladder, the pancreas, the spleen, the kidneys, and the bladder.' I told him. I chuckled to myself. He thought he caught me off guard. He should know me better than that by now. 'Correct' said the professor, seemingly impressed. Back to my plotting. Now that I had built up the courage to finally construct a plan for this, I still had to find a time, a place, and arguably the most crucial part of the whole thing. The perfect victim.