Hell0 W0rld [2]

Momentary

"Hello world. ...Hello world. Fuck. I just can't get it right. Okay... Okay, Let's try again. Hello world. Some of you may recognize me. Hah, who am I kiddin'? You all fuckin' recognize this face by now, don't ya? It's everywhere. I'm flattered, really. All those posts on social media, my face on TV; it's excitin'! Seems you can't get enough of me." Jay held an iPhone up and pointed it in his direction, smirking throughout the whole time he was filming.

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He wasn't as she expected but he definitely lived up to his name. Mocking her and the world every chance he would get. Every time she said something, anything, it would just get blown up in her face. To everyone, but especially people like her, they knew he wasn't angry. That's what made him different from the others. His intention was never to kill. He wasn't frustrated with anything... or anyone.

It was July 17th 2016, Riley Clark was outside of a home in London, police cars and ambulances filled the street. It was a crime scene. A murder. A murder by London's notorious serial killer, or more now, serial kidnapper, James Freeman - or more known now by the media as Mockingjay. Although Riley had reported from multiple murder scenes by other murderers; she was completely intrigued by Jay's workings. Kidnappings was Mockingjay's thing since the last few years, it would happen almost every month now. Although, some people were scared that a kidnapping maniac lurks in the streets, some were actually excited by the idea of him. He took his victims, tortured and tormented them until and soon enough... would let them go. He really was... different. He'd always been Riley's favourite thing to write about. Mostly because no one really knows what happened to him. Him and his best friend, Michael Maiden just disappeared one day. She knew he didn't have any parents to ask and his friends were stoners, so they weren't much of a help with the investigation. Yet, a murder in a home by Mockingjay was actually new now. He hadn't actually murdered anyone since the beginning. To start a full blown head bashing murder like the old times was... strange, to say the least. But this is Riley Clark, reporter and journalist's job and it's James' story more than anything that makes her enjoy doing this the most.

"Do we have an ID on the victim?" She asked an officer as she stood behind yellow police tape but also trying to get a better view of the scene.

"No. Stay behind the tape please." He spoke, huffing.

She watched as yet another person on a stretcher with a blue sheet covering their face rolls out of the house. She pointed her camera towards the medics and back at the house, blood covering the windows. "Kidnapping had been happening for years now but people, the media, everyone stills gets hysterical over it. It's quite amazing." She thought to herself as she continued to try and peak. "But this..."

About thirty minutes had passed and she placed her camera in a small bag that hung over her shoulder as a couple of police cars left. She sighed and smiled to her self. That was bad; she knew that. But the thought of a person who could get away with such things for so long is so interesting to her. Of course, the other famous ones are interesting enough but no one has ever really gotten a clean shot of them, right? Most CCTV footage has always bad camera angles or bad cameras all together. But James... Everyone knows his face. He's been the spotlight of cameras ever since this all started. His face is on many posters, Youtube, online threads and forums. Most of the police and FBI agents dealing with James' case suspect this is some kind of joke he plays. He wants to stick out, be infamous. He's not serious about anything; besides wanting to kill at least. ...Kill. That term is used loosely now with how he's even considered a serial killer at this point considering he hadn't murdered in over four years.

Riley walked down the street as she got to her house, opening the front door and walking inside. She placed her bag on a desk near the door and walked into the living room, slumping down on the couch and stretching slightly. She looked towards her phone and she saw she had a new message. She grabbed it and turned it on, "Hi, this is Riley, I'm out right now, so leave a message after the tone." Her voice spoke on the phone before the message came up. Beep. "Riley, it's Nathan. I've got reports on today's murder. Victim's name is Melissa McSmith. I'll drop by tonight at 6:00 with the rest of the info!"