A Killer Roommate

Routine

ROUTINE

Routine is in our daily lives. We do something so often each day that it becomes our routine. We have routines in our schedules, it's simply something that we do in a certain way. In the morning we all have routines for most it's a simple wake up, get dressed, eat, and off to do something most likely productive. Others have complicated ones wake up, shower, eat, dress, wake others up, make sure everyone is starting their day while at the same time remembering not to forget your coffee on the roof of your car.

To people such as myself however, our routine is necessary or else our whole day is off balanced. I do have some exceptions every now and again. Such as when the least talkative librarian is off duty, on vacation, or sick. Making me have to deal with one of the others that runs her mouth. Or when construction begins on a street I always walk on and I have to take a small detour. Or possibly when someone requires something from me and I have to help them. Which luckily isn't often.

You see for me my routine is very strict....and now I have to make acceptions for....him...

Walking into my bathroom after walking up I find Zane my roommate holding a man under the flooded bathtub. I stand quietly waiting until he notices me, he had pulled the half dead victim out of the water his wicked grin turning to an amused smirk as he looked my way. "Hello princess!~" he cheerfully calls to me.
"How much longer?" My monotone voice speaks up "Aw shucks doll, am I ruining your routine again?" He teased me this wasn't the first time I've walked into my bathroom to find him torturing someone. I'm not quite sure if he does it to get some emotion out of me or because he has no where else to do it. "Give me five minutes." He chuckled I turned on my heels, my hand on the door knob as I was going to close the door. "Oh! Hey doll! Mind making breakfast?" He asked before the door could shut
"Eggs?"
"yeah!"
"Sunny side?"
"You know it, add some bacon?"
"I need to go shopping you ate it all." And with that I closed the door leaving him to finish his business. From the kitchen I heard a bit more struggling then a 'Damn it! Held him under to long...' Then a small bit of clatter and began to hear the water drain. I heard the bathroom door open and wet footsteps lead to the spare bedroom or now more known for the past week as Zane's room. For a terrible stalker he too has a good routine.

Zane's routine is simple he kills someone he could tell won't be missed, takes them out, chops them up, puts them securely in bags, and proceeds to take them to a morgue. Or if he is lazy he'll make it look like suicide. Unlike most killers when committing their deed they to follow a specific routine, but this part Zane doesn't always have a routine. He has no pattern, no exact specific person he targets other than low life's. He has killed in many ways to get the emotion out of them from simple to complicated...and that's what I find I suppose distasteful about him. He has no exact pattern or routine.

After stashing the body for later in his room he stalked into the kitchen sitting in the bar stool seat at the kitchen's isle he waited in dry clothes for his food.
"What are you doing today doll?" He asked
"My usual, Zane." I said back putting some toast on his plate and pushing it over to him. I think he found great joy to someone making food for him, but hatred in my mono voice saying his name.

"You know for a chick that is so interesting. You live such a boring...mmm life? No.." He puzzled his brain for the right word he wanted. "Schedule? No.." He pondered for a bit "A routine?" I asked and he snapped his fingers "Yes routine you have such a boring routine! You do the same thing day in and day out the only changes that are made just depend on the day!" He threw his hands up.

"Does my lifestyle bug you?" I asked slightly tilting my head and his sickly sweet grin came back "Oddly enough not one bit.~" he chuckled and began eating. I grabbed my towel again and went off to the bathroom closing the door behind me.

Good, back to routine.

A/N: dear current readers, haha well you see my tablet stopped working and I had to type this on my phone. Sooo sorry for any delay that comes to this story....yeah this is defiantly going through my school year as well. I'm not even sure if I'll keep the style of writing where it only as glimpses of the day instead of a full day. This is more of a practice chapter I guess. Also quick note, When the words are slanted it's more of her internal monologue. It's as if she is talking to you through the story when she is just lost in thought. Let me know how you like it. Till next time readers.