Bang.
The noise fills my ears. A beautiful sound it is, like sweet music in my ears. I don’t know why everyone runs when they hear it. It isn’t something they should be scared of. Why don’t they enjoy it like me?
I grin as I watch her fall. I always enjoy watching them go down; it’s kind of like a leaf. The other’s around her start to yell. Many profanities spill from their lips, also many phrases like “How could you?” and “You monster,” or “He’ll kill us all!”
Why won’t they smile like I do? They all just seem upset. All I really did was doing her a favour. The world is quite a cruel place, and we’re just going to die in the end anyways.
Someone pulls out their phone and I know what they’re going to dial. That’s my cue to leave, but first I have to leave my mark behind for him to find!
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“And here, sir, is the body,” The slender male that stood beside me said, gesturing down to the lifeless corpse that lay on the ground.
“Alright,” I replied as I stepped forward, looking over both the corpse and the scene. The crime had taken place in a back alley. The walls of the buildings were still damp from a morning rain, leaving a dank smell to the air. Many puddles scattered the paved alley, the ones that surrounded the body were tainted a dark red. There was a light drizzle that just seemed to want to wash most of the evidence away. In all, it was just a gloomy day.
The victim’s skin had gone pale, most of the blood having drained from her. Her clothes were stained with blood, the most surrounding two entry wounds on her back. Both were on her left side so both were aimed to hit the heart. It was a horrible way to go, but it was quicker than one could think. Among her placid features, a look of horror was still there. Much like she was frozen in time of looking at her attacker.
“Jimmy, do we have an ID on the victim yet?” I asked my co-worker, turning around to face him.
“No Damon, not on the victim. But we may know who the killer is,” Jimmy replied, “It may be killer X.”
“What? Are you sure? I haven’t seen his mark of the x through a circle yet,” I told him, a slightly confused tone to my voice.
“It may just be a drizzle, but it’s still pretty destructive. The symbol was painted right beside the victim, but it’s now just part of the water,” he explained, “we only got one picture to prove it was here.”
I let a sigh emit from my mouth as I turned back to the corpse, “This is his sixth kill, isn’t it?”
“It sure is, same way as the first five, two shots to the heart,” he spoke as he walked up beside me. He stayed quiet for a few moments, making me think he was finished talking but he spoke up again, “And, um, sir.. At each scene there’s been some sort of evidence that points to you being here at the time of the crime.”
I stayed silent at his comment, just not wanting to know what it was this time. Jimmy took it as his cue to leave me where I was.
With a quiet sigh I thought over this murder and the previous ones that happened. Same acts, same kind of victim, same mark. This man was surely not going to change his habits anytime soon. But yet he was so predictable, and that one piece of evidence putting me there every time? And yet, in way, I felt as if I know Killer X.
