homicidal >> mgc

Chapter Four

The following day, the body of Andre Tresmol was found. His body was already being devoured by rats and flies. He was found by some dealer when he went to make a deal in his usual alley when he saw the rotting corpse in the alleyway.

Authorities have released Jean Brousheel after realizing that they have no real evidence that he killed Grace Maybelle and after finding Andre Tresmol's body, they realized that he couldn't have killed Andre because he was in custody at the time of the murder. Michael was sneaky, and this worried officers because he left no DNA at the crime scenes. There was nobody to link to these murders anymore.

Michael woke up early that morning to watch the 6 am news. He sat on the couch, barely awake with a bowl of cereal in his lap. A news reporter appeared on the screen and started talk about the three murders that have happened over the last two weeks. The reporters voice was shaky, giving Michael a pleasant feeling.

"After the murders of Hallee Gunner, Grace Maybelle and Andre Tresmol, authorities are worried that only more murders are to come. They believe that all three of these murders were random and spontaneous, as none of these victims are related to any shady business. The officers on the case believe that this is the work of a fresh serial killer, one who doesn't really know what they're doing. They believe that this is the work of an amateur, as these deaths are risky ones, being done in public areas and all. This might be the work of an amateur but they defiantly know what they're doing, as this particular killer hasn't left any DNA or anything to tie him or her to the murders. This killer could be on the streets for weeks or months even before  they slip up. We warn civilians to be careful while walking anywhere at night, as there is no particular pattern to these murders. They could strike at any time. Please be safe and call police if you think you know who this could be. You could be saving the lives of many." The reporter finished, nodding off. The weather then came on and Michael turned off the tv, hearing all he needed to hear.

His mother came down the stairs, "hey honey, what are you doing up so early?" She question groggily, placing a kiss on his forehead.

Michael wiped the spot she kissed, "uh... Just watching the news. Heard about all those killings. Hear that he's still on the loose, you know." He responded.

His mother got a shiver up her spine, worried about her baby boy walking to school all by his lonesome. "How about I drive you to school, pumpkin." His mother said, putting on a pot of coffee.

"Uh, yeah, sure mom." He answered, his palms sweaty.

She smiled tiredly and wrapped her robe tighter around her body, "great, pumpkin. Go get ready."

He marched upstairs and shut his door. He sat down on his bed, feeling it sink under his weight. He thought about what the reporter said, he was upset about being called an amateur (even though it was true) but he was quite please with himself after hearing that police officers may not be able to catch him for months. Maybe months would turn into years. Michael was confident with his actions, he knew that getting caught wouldn't happen for a while. Sure, he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing but he was good at doing whatever it was.

He put on black jeans and a black t-shirt with his black converse. All black, the usual. He didn't even run a comb through his hair or brush his teeth, he just went down stairs and waited by the door for his mother.

The thought of murder actually left Michaels mind for once and he instead focused on what school assignments were due soon. He needed to get at least a B- on his latest assignment or he would fail English. He couldn't really afford to fail English, he needed this credit to graduate.

He snacked on an apple as he scrolled through his phone, mindlessly looking at Instagram. He particularly focused on pictures of his friends, briefly wondering what it would be like to kill them. He studied their features closely, guessed what their fears would be and wondered what would hurt the most for each individual. For example, Calum Hood, a handsome Kiwi boy. Michael studied him a little longer then anybody else, he had long legs and could probably dominate Michael so maybe stabbing him multiple times or slitting his throat would be more appropriate and less time consuming.

"Let's go, pumpkin." His mother said as she came down the stairs. Michael hated the pet name 'pumpkin,' he actually hated any pet name is mother deemed him. His mother did a lot of things that mad Michael mad, such as pointless yelling, occasional slaps, and drinking too late. But no matter how much stupid things Michael's mother did, he could never kill her, let alone hurt her. When his mother wasn't drunk or upset, she was a very sweet lady and it's not like she got drunk or upset very often but Michael hated it when it did happen.

Michael arrived at school and felt relieved when nobody stared at him although there was no need to stare at Michael. His peers didn't know his committed those crimes, that he had three gruesome murders to be responsible for. He did hear rumours though as he slowly made his way through the long hallways, rumours about the school getting metal detectors or security cameras from every angle. Two teenagers from this very high school were murdered, this board office did not take the situation lightly.

Michael peered up, taking a look at his classmates and friends when he saw her. Taya McDougall. The most gorgeous girl in Michaels grade. From the first moment he saw her, he was immediately infatuated. He's been obsessed with Taya since the day he saw her, back when he was a freshman. With skin the colour of chocolate and beautiful, curly, black hair, she was what every guy wanted in a girl. Every guy wanted Taya McDougall.

He stopped in his tracks and his jaw dropped open when he saw Taya kiss Jeremy Fisher. Michael didn't know if they were official or if it was just like a one time thing, but either way it made Michael angry. Him and Jeremy Fisher were no more then acquaintances, they had talked a couple of times but nothing more.

Michael officially hated Jeremy Fisher and that was that. There was no explanation about Jeremy that would change Michaels mind. Michael had wanted Taya for so long and now his chance are probably of getting with Taya are now zero to nothing. Michael wanted to cry, scream and slit Jeremy Fishers throat all at the same time. He wanted to rip every organ from Jeremy Fishers body while Taya watched. Michael wanted to kiss Taya with blood stained lips and put his blood soaked hands over her body.

He almost pulled out his knife right then and there, the urge to pull Jeremy's eyes out with his bare hands getting stronger. Michael knew better, though. He knew that there were police officers at every corner and doing that right now would be extremely dumb and stupid. He relaxed, creating a new plan.

The plan went like this; step one was to get Taya to like Michael. Step two is to kill Jeremy.

It was settled. Jeremy fished would be killed no matter what.

This chapter had more backstory then anything. No murder in this one. I'm so excited for this story like you have no idea yeet.

Ok so I'm actually really sick like I have bronchitis and phenomena and a touch of asthma I haven't gone to school in a week and it really sucks ass because I have no wifi at my house and I can't go anywhere with my friends I can't even go to baseball practice and it makes me really sad and I just want it to end

<<sorry if I used your name>>