Dark Purpose

Chapter Two: Murder in the Second

Killing is easy. Anyone who tells you differently is lying to you.

They are lying to themselves.

Taking a life, especially one that's worthwhile, well, there's nothing like it really.

I should know. I've done it more than once, and I have to tell you that I enjoy it. Snuffing someone out of existence is an art form but, it's not for the faint of heart.

It's not for those who have a heart, and I don't have one.

Do I give a damn? Probably not.

Am I a monster? Probably.

But when you think about it – really think hard - we're all different shades of monster, waiting to be unleashed.

No: Killing isn't hard at all.

Choosing a victim; now that's hard for so many reasons.

First of all, you need to make sure their death means something... oh, not to you. It doesn't need to mean anything to you. But it must mean something to the community. It must shake the very foundation of what the community considers safe and normal. They have to be terrified by the death because it needs to look easy, and brutal, and senseless. It needs to make them feel as if they could be next.

Second, the victim can't be a screamer. Screamers tend to flail about, and it just makes shit harder to control. You don't want anyone to catch you in the act. The thrill comes in the chase.

I chose my second victim before the cops found the first body. I'm just that good. They're just that incompetent.

The second one was harder to control, but a hell of a lot more fun. A runner. Very Strong. She stood at 5' 6 with olive skin and cobalt blue eyes. She pulled her black hair back into a ponytail before starting her run up the base of the hill. The trail led her past several trees and tall bushes. She jogged past me with her black and pink Under Armor outfit. Her ponytail swung back and forth; calling me to her. She wore it for convenience, so that her long hair wouldn't fall in her face.

It was convenient for me as well. I used it to yank her into the bushes.

I like the strong ones, but sometimes the strong just don't survive.

Yes: Mystic Falls has more than its share of monsters.

They should have no problem with me.

******

Kai Parker waited outside the gym clutching his phone in his right hand. He swallowed hard before scrolling through his contacts and finding the right one. He could have punched it in manually since he knew the number by heart, but somehow looking at the name made him feel a little better. Once he found it, he took a deep breath and pushed the icon labeled with her first name.

The phone rang three times before a soft female voice answered on the other end of the line. It always rang three times, but he still worried that there would come a time she might not answer his call; that the memories would be too much and she couldn't handle it any longer.

It never happened.

She always picked up, but he worried regardless.

"Hey," he said, ensuring his voice remained as soft as hers.

"Hey you," she answered, the hesitation and guilt in her voice came through loud and clear despite their physical distance from one another.

"Josie, stop that," he told her.