Three weeks has passed since I left Tucson and I haven’t looked back so far there wasn’t anything on the news about a redneck couple that was brutally murdered and found in the woods (guess they are the winners at hide and seek hahahaha).I was running low on money since I’ve been like a kid in a candy store after I climbed off that bus so here I am at the Maverick Truck stop getting something to eat and a soda when I was approached by the biggest mofo I ever seen in my life ( I mean really I didn’t know the human race can produce something like that ) he sat across me in the booth that I occupied and just smiled at me , I was a bit confused since there was so many seats that was open but no he had to come and keep me company, He presented himself as Jack and nearly crushed my hand when I greeted him, I asked him where he is off to and he said he is on his way to California and before I knew it he asked me if I’m from around here and I could have lied but he seemed nice so I told him that I’m from Tucson and he raised his eyebrow in disbelief. He asked where my parents were and without blinking an eye I told him the truth with a smile on my face that I killed them, he burst out laughing and said I must stopped messing with him( I wasnt the biggest chap in the food order , I was skinny and look like a softy). I just smiled and told him that I ran away from abusive parents and they won’t miss me, he looked shocked but I could see a familiar look in his eyes something sinister , he asked me if I needed a ride to the next town and without hesitating I agreed I mean really it’s a free ride and some company. He said I can climb off at Blythe and carry on my journey from there, we entered his big rig and almost instantly I realized that there is something not right with this guy he had a few pictures of children in his truck I didn’t asked at first but as we got along with our journey he started to get real freaky with me asking all the questions an estranged father will ask his son after he hasn’t seen him in years and wants to create small talk I mean like shit about my sex life and do I have someone that’s waiting for me in Tucson ( I should have realized that was screaming stranger danger), I was hesitant in telling him anything but I told him bits and pieces just to get the time passed . We stopped at a view point to get some sleep and wouldn’t you know he offered his bunk to me and said he would sleep in his seat I was tired and honestly I could care less if I had to sleep outside. It was about an hour after we settled down when I start feeling like someone was breathing down my neck; to shit scared to turn around I just pretended to sleep when felt a hand touching me (OH HELL NO IM GOING TO GET PROBED BY A GORILLA). I started looking for something to defend me and all I can see is a spade almost the size of that you use in the garden about more than an arm’s length away from me so I decide to move just little bit so it’s in reach, as soon as I moved the hand stopped its endless pursue of vandalizing me but at least I have the spade now about ten minutes later his hand was back and this time it wondered a bit more to the front and that was it (There is no way in hell I’m letting him touch my twig and berries) with a quick movement and with all the power I had in me I stabbed the bastard in the ribs (very dumb move) he gave a scream and punched me it felt like a fucking freight train just collided with my face at full speed but I held on for dear life to that spade and I drove further in to his ribs and with a twist he stopped punching and begged me to not do him any further harm but it was too late for him as I removed the spade and continued stabbing him ( I lost count at thirty). My arms numb and my face feeling like its flat I didn’t even know if it was my blood or that was on my face but I didn’t care at least I knew that this fucker was dead and I’m alive. I had a void in me as if something was missing in my life but after my meeting with Jack and the adrenaline that coursed through my veins it was official that I’m a killer and that my need for it grew bigger with every victim I claimed, with Blythe only another 2 hours away I was excited to see what the town had in store and who was going to be my next victim (oops I mean my friend)
Please my fellow readers don’t be shy to leave a comment . I must say its getting a lot more difficult to write about how the murders is taking place and how its going to happen so if anyone wants to help by giving me a few pointers on how I can improve my story please don’t hesitate I will appreciate it
