Murderer

Chapter 29: Brendon

One can never prepare themselves to kill a person. It happens so spontaneously, one moment you're hitting someone like a punching bag and the next moment they're no longer living at all, and you're just basically hitting a trash bag full of water. But if one can successfully surprise their pray, they can have the upper hand.

I practiced with my knives day and night. I would worry about Ryan from time to time, but my mind didn't have much room for that kind of thought at the moment, for it was playing and replaying the onslaught that would happen.

Even Leslie, who I had once loved so dearly, she was nothing but a memory to me now. When I thought of her, I felt nothing. She was just a girl that I had once loved, a girl who was killed by a soon to be dead man.

I've become numb to the feeling of love. All I felt was anger and hate, and it was all directed toward one dastardly man, Christopher Walker. He was the source, the outlet to everything that happened these past few months. He was to blame.

I threw my knives quickly and gracefully at a tree, each landing inches away from each other in the bark. I knew it wouldn't be this easy with Christopher, he would be moving, and I never actually saw the guy. Was he slick or big. Was he able to run fast or was he able to crush me with his hands? I would have to be faster and stronger than him. But I was ready, this was the day I have been waiting for ever since I found out his identity. He deserved to die. I will be a hero to my best friend, and Leslie will get justice.

After pulling the knives out of the tree, I looked at them, imaging the darkness of his blood smeared all over the clean and shiny knives. The blood of a freak, a barbarian, a monstronsity to society. He will hurt no more. He will kill no more.

Once you kill someone, you become somebody different. Somebody who has taken a life away. I knew that, but what I also knew was that this is the right thing to do, to kill a killer, a man who took an innocent person's life is no longer a man at all. The question is, what does that make me? It wouldn't matter, I was going to clean up the evidence and get rid of it before the police showed up. The story would be that Ryan escaped, and the man who held him hostage had never returned. Ryan wouldn't tell anyone that I killed Christopher. Together we would hold a deep dark secret, but our friendship was strong enough for that. I knew Ryan would not betray his saviour and his best friend. I think he'll like who I've become. I'm a stronger person now, and I can defend the both of us from now on.

But first, I must call out the devil by killing those he loved the most.

I stepped out of the woods, seeing the rubble of my childhood home, a place I once felt safe in was gone. Along with my parents, who I knew had probably found a new home. They were probably brokenhearted about my death, but trust me, I was brokenhearted too, just only over the death of my innocence.

It was a Wednesday morning, around six in the morning. Some people were still sleeping, others were awake and getting ready for work. I was sure I would catch them in a unforeseen way. Knock, knock. Who is it? Oh, I'm just here to kill you, don't be surprised though, your son is actually a stone hard killer and kidnapper. Hahahahahaha. If only it was that easy.

I kept walking, keeping my head down, with my hands in my dirty jacket pockets. When I passed Ryan's house, I saw that the garage door was open in the corner of my eye. His dad was getting ready to get in the car, and I could've sworn I heard him say my name in a questionable way. Shit. I didn't look back, there's no time for that. I just began walking a bit faster, but it became a slight jog. There is no stopping me, I had to do this.

Looking up at their house, it reminded me of my own. It looked simple, safe, and well loved. Flowers bloomed in the front along the house, and the bushes were trimmed nicely. The lights were on, so they must've been getting ready for work.

I took my last deep and final breath as a simple civilian of society. Everything was about to change for me, and that was okay. It was for the better.

I slammed my body into the door, causing it to splinter open at the hinges. I stared into the green eyes of a woman with dark brown hair, a pearl necklace laid on her skin that was as white as snow. She stopped combing her hair and became a sudden statue for a few seconds before letting out an ear piercing shriek.