I got home exhausted from the day's events ready to crash on the couch, but I knew I had duties to complete before I could even think about relaxing. I turned on the television and started watching the news for any kidnappings. Why so specific? Well because I'm a killer, and every Friday and Saturday night I kill.
I'm not like any normal teenager I've never been to a party, had a boyfriend, got drunk etc. I just kill. I know it sounds harsh, and there's other solutions like; why not just take then to the police? Well the police aren't going to do shit. They take months even years to find these criminals, taking there sweet ass time. I'm there for one purpose and one purpose only, i have no distractions or other things i need to attend to unlike most police.
As I focused my attention to the news an old case had came up. they have been trying to solve for the past month and I finally figured out where he is. This man lives around 30 mins away from here. This guy named Nathan Torres is a worthless piece of shit he killed a fucking 3 year old, that Bastard, who does that shit.
I figured out how I'm going to fucking torture him. I'm going to make him suffer for the girl and her family. You're probably wondering how I know where he is, well lets just say he shouldn't tell people his name . See i'm known around here and when i want to know something about someone they know not to fuck with me.
In the past ive had to get creative to get information that i needed. Torture is a good way to get what you need nowadays.
I have recently acquired a new hobby of boxing, it helps relive stress. Trust me when you go to a school full of dumb asses you'll need it. Very effective, I'll tell you that.
Everyone in school know about the incident that happens with Eric knight. So girls at school bully me about it saying "he should have just killed you, you deserve it,wow your that much of a slut to loose your virginity at 7"
Why would they do that? Well because they hate when I stand up for myself or others. The girls like Jenna and Taylor are always trying to make fun of girls in how they dress and look. I just give them taste of their own medicine and they freak the fuck out. I literally cannot stand dumb bitches.
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It's Saturday and I know exactly how I'm going to kill him. I left him a note at his house to meet me in an alley way about five minutes from his house pretending to be one of his gang members.
It's almost 10 so I start to get ready. I put on my black jeans, leather jacket and combat boots. I put on a white wig, and grey contacts.
I have on a disguise so no one will notice or recognize me. I head out to the garage and put in the key to turn my motorcycle to life.
As I speed through the empty streets the wind whips across my face, and the adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I always get this exhilarating feeling every time I take this bad boy out for a ride.
I arrive a little early, and I silently tip tie around the back of the alley looking for the exact spot I told Nathan to meet me. I suddenly hear footsteps coming behind me. "You're not mike who are you?" said Nathan, bewildered seeing someone else. I hold up a picture of the three year old girl her killed. "Do you remember her Nathan? The little girl you murdered" I sneered at him. He seemed completely caught off guard seeing as I figured out were he was located at. "How did you find me?" He questioned. "Trust me I'm well known around here, and if I want to know something, I'll find out" I said a matter of fact. "Listen bitch I did what I had to do, not like your going to so anything about it your Pathetic, and weak!"he cried out. Oh Nathan your about to find out how pathetic and weak i really am.
He tried to punch me but i moved away in time.I grinded my teeth together, he's really pissing me off. "Who are you anyways and why are you here?" he questioned me. " To returned the favor" was all I said before I punched him square in the jaw he tried to punch me back before he could I grabbed his fist and pushed him against to wall and started beating him when he was barley conscious I took out the knife and said" I'll see you in hell!" then I slid the knife across his cheek and carved my initials in his cheek and he screamed.I took the knife a slid it across his throat nice and slow, and muffling his screams with his sweater.
I got up and pulled his body into his house and closed the door, I start washing the blood off my hands and my face.
I made my way out of the empty house headed towards my motor cycle. While i was walking I bump into someone coming out of a house, I look up and see that it's Blake.
"Shit" I mutter under my breath.
" hey do I know you?" he asked, what the fuck he knows how I look like.
"No" is all I say after I try and punch him, but he catches my first, oh I'm in deep shit.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Wait Victoria?" he said examining me "is that you?"
"Who's Victoria?" I said then ran away to my motor cycle. Damn that was close I can't believe he recognized me.
I started the engine and ride home, I was going over everything that happened today. How did he catch my punch no one ever does and that made me pissed off, and how the hell did he know my name I never even told him.
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Sorry I took forever I just didn't have time. and sorry it's kinda sucky
