Identities (Kellic)

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(I'm editing this book and changing things to make it more realistic and better) Do not read this book if you are sensitive to heavy topics. Murder (in almost every chapter) mentions of abuse, death, self harm. Enjoy!

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I sat in my car, drinking from my starbucks cup, outside of a new victims house. Her name was Lisa. I had met her a few days ago. She was a total scumbag. She pushed into me while taking a walk in the park with my coffee. The coffee spilled all over me and she proceeded to be over dramatic and bitchy. I wasn't going to let someone like that get away.

I'm Vic Fuentes. Your average joe. The friendly companion at the office and the one who always brings doughnuts in the morning. Everyone would think of me as a normal guy but i'd like to think that i have multiple identities. I have the normal, outgoing identity, that's what i use to hide myself with, to conceal myself. Then i have my real, true self. A killer.

I don't know how this got so deep into me. I was a normal kid growing up, and as i went through puberty, everything changed. I lost feeling in everything. Numb was the only word i could use to describe it.

As Lisa went into her house, i followed to the front porch as she was inside. I took out my special lock opener, which was just a specially made steal rod in its entirety, and opened the lock to her house slowly and walked in.

I walked up behind her as she sat on the couch, watching the news.

I always hated this part, my conscience would always peak out at this point, but i always pushed it away.

I did my duty, killing her and watching her bleed out. I know i was a sick fuck, but at least i did it correctly. I always loved to keep trophies. And in this case, i took her ring. I had to admit, it was gorgeous. But it's only a trophy to me. Another murder gone away with.

One week later

The police came to my house for questioning about Lisa's murder. I had done questioning before and i had always gotten away with it. I know how to deal with cops.

"Thank you Mr. Fuentes" The cop waved as she went through the door.

I sighed and locked the door, thanking god that it had all gone well. I could never go to jail.

I slipped on my shoes and walked two blocks down to the coffee shop. Questioning made me tired and it was the middle of the day, i needed a coffee.

I walked in and ordered my coffee, getting it handed to me and pouring a tad bit of cream and sugar into it.

There were no visible seats anywhere, so i decided to sit in front of this boy. He had a feminine face. His hair was down to the middle of his neck. He had olive green jeans on with rips in it with a plain white, long shirt covering his torso.

I saw his full face as he looked up at me with a confused face "Sorry, there are no more seats so i just thought i'd sit here" I said. He shrugged and continued reading off his paper.

I was curious, so i leaned over "What are you reading?" I asked.

"Oh, its nothing. I was hired as a head chef at The Keg so i was just reading over recipes" He said, smiling softly.

"Thats so cool... So does it pay well?" I asked.

He giggles "I dont know yet, my first shift is tonight. Hopefully i don't mess anything up on the first night"

"I'm sure you wont" I said, reassuring him.

"Thank you" He smiled back at me.

There was a pause for a few seconds before he spoke "You seem nice and i- i'd love to get to know you better, wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night?" He asked.

I'm not good at things like that. I'm not used to having friends or just talking to someone in depth in general. I have my friend Ryan but we only really talk about work stuff. But this isnt work.

I nodded "Why not?" I giggled

"Oh shit. I forgot to tell you, my name is Kellin" He said, holding out his hand.

I shook his back "I'm Vic"

Kellin pulled his hand away and grapped a spare napkin, writing something down on it with his pen.

He handed the napkin to me.
"Thats my number. You can text me tonight or tomorrow and i can give you my address" Kellin said with a light smile on his face.

"Okay, thanks. Anyways, i have go to. I'll text you okay? It was cool meeting you" I said

"Okay, bye" He smiled and waved his hand, looking back down on his paper as soon as i left.

I walked back to my home, asking myself, what just happened?

This is just another kid, we'll just eat dinner, then i'll go home.

Oh god. Was he trying to manipulate me? Was he trying to make me give into him? Does he know who i really am?

Let me tell you something, tomorrow night will be interesting.

A knife, wire or my bare hands?