The Special One

The End?

14 days later

Since the first day that I was here, trapped in this makeshift jail cell, the same thing has happened from every waking moment. I wake up and he's there staring at me. He asks if I love him, I say I don't know who you are. He threatens to kill someone, I say I love him. I scream it from the rooftops, he doesn't believe me and kills an innocent young girl. I listen to her die, he laughs with pleasure. He says its just 3 simple words, I whisper it as he walks away. The only difference now when I say it, I actually mean it.
    On the first day I was here he killed one. On the second day he killed two. On the third day he killed three. On the fourth day he killed three. On the fifth day he killed two. On the sixth day he killed three. On the seventh day he killed three. On the eighth day he killed two. On the ninth day he killed three. On the tenth day he killed three. On the eleventh day he killed two. On the twelfth day he killed three. Yesterday he killed two. He killed thirteen of them because I wouldn't say I love you. He killed ten of them because he was mad. He killed nine of them because he felt like it.
    Today the fourteenth day was different from all the rest. It was oddly quiet and he hadn't come to ask me if I love him. I don't know what time it was but the day had to at least be half way over. I heard voices talking off in the distance. I braced myself like I had been everyday for the past thirteen days to hear more people get killed. A door slammed shut off in the distance then he stood before me. His eyes had changed from a milky to die for brown to a pitless ugly black.
"Oh boy have you got it in for you little Miss. My-boyfriend-loves-me-so-much-he-would-never-dream-of-killing-me." His voice was different. It went from a sweet lovely tone to a deep, dark, ugly, i'm going to eat you voice. Something was way off. He was even standing different for crying out loud. This was not the same guy that I secretly love.
"What are you talking about?"
"Now listen up missy," he started to unlock and open the door to my room. "My name is The Red Mask Killer and it's time for you to meet your maker."
"I always knew you were The Red Mask Killer."
"Let me talk little girl. I never wanted you. It was the dumb brown haired boy who has the hots for you that convinced me to kidnap you. I should have never listened to that son of a..."
"What's his name?"
"Daniel Wilson."
"Danny," I gasped.
"Yes Danny. He said he didn't want you hanging out with that Cameron guy. Anyways like I was trying to say, he would never let me kill you. He said that I had to let you live. But today he can't stop me from killing you, he has an interview with the police about you. How lucky am I?"
"You'll never get away with this!"
"Oh sweetie," his black pitless, dark, death defying hole of eyes stared straight into my soul and he cocked his head to the side as he said, "I already have."
He threw me up against the wall and started to suffocate me. I tried to fight back but my limbs started to fail me. He picked me up and carelessly swung me over his shoulder. I tried with all my power to move or even just make a peep but I couldn't.
"Save your breath sweet heart! I want to enjoy giving you a nice long slow death not watch you die because I temporarily paralyzed you." And at that moment I gave up. My life was officially over, I was done trying. He opened the big grey metal door and stepped through.
The room was pitch black except there was light on a rack of weapons in the distance and there was a light on the cold metal silver chair that he threw me on top of. My eyes were still scanning the room when he walked over to the weapons rack and carefully picked his weapon of choice. All of the weapons were red just like his name. He grabbed a Granton Edge red knife then slowly walked over to me.
"I would like to say that this isn't going to hurt one little bit but that would be a lie. I do have some truth to myself you know."
He grabbed the knife and with his tender hands started to cut six x's into my left arm. Then he took my right arm and cut the words Non va morendo a me ora bambino into it (means Don't go dying on me now baby). I screamed louder than a woman giving birth ever could. He smacked me. My face started tingling.
"You keep your damn mouth shut or I will stab you in the heart right this very minute!"
He wiped the bloody knife on his white blood stained shirt then went back over to the weapons rack. He then placed the knife back and carefully selected his next weapon of choice. He grabbed a matchbox and started walking back towards me. He slammed the box on the ground then grabbed my shirt and ripped it off.
He started tracing the word Tempo (means time)across the torso of my body with his fingers. Then he picked up the box of matches and took a match out. As he was lighting it he said, "I hope you treasure these next few moments. You're not going to be breathing much longer." He took the lit match and in the same exact spot he  took the fire and slowly but yet ever so carefully burnt the word Tempo (means time) about an inch away from my bra.
He dropped the match on the ground and stepped on it. Then he walked back over to the weapons rack and selected the black .45 pistol. "Your life is over. Nobody will miss you and I will never be caught." He started laughing his stupid haunting laugh as he pointed the barrel to my forehead. "Say goodbye," he laughed carelessly.
I started to silently cry. This is it- i'm going to die. My life started to flash before my eyes. All of the mistakes I made, all of the promises I never kept. My life had no meaning. I was worthless and never going to be remember for doing anything but being a lazy couch potato.
He pushed the gun into my head with more force than he had just  twenty seconds ago. "Drop the gun Red Mask!" I looked out of the corner of my eye and it was Detective Amanda Williams. Oh boy was I glad to see her. He pushed the gun further into my head and put his finger on the trigger. "Drop it or I will shoot you."
"Don't you see detective, this was never my plan. I didn't want her. Everyone is dead but her. If he didn't talk me into taking her I would be just another cold case."
"Drop your weapon Red Mask. I'm giving you thirty more seconds to drop it or I will fire."
"She deserves to die like everyone else in this room including myself."
"Ugh," Officer David tackled The Red Mask Killer down to the ground. He slid the gun away from him and started to handcuff him. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
Detective Amanda Williams ran over to me. "Are you okay?"
"Never been better," I said sarcastically.
"Janet get me the medics over here immediately!"
"Oh my gosh," Janet said then ran off to get the medics.
So everything was going to be okay and go back to the way things were before this mess ever started- at least I hope.