The Serial Killer in me

VICTIM 10-PART 2

Song: I'm on Fire by Bruce Springstein

"Hello from the gutters of New York City, which is filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood."—David Berkowitz

"It would totally be weird if I wrote this as a letter considering this is happening the afternoon of the same day I sent out the previous letter. That is why you are hearing my voice over your radio and television sets. Although, for those using television, you cannot see my face. Moreover, don't bother trying to figure out if you recognize my voice because this is not my voice.

"I have limited hacking skills, so let us get this over with before the police shut down my connection. The last thing I would want is to be cut short before I finish this broadcast. This is my final message to the beloved residents of New York City before I surrender. Yes, I am going to surrender. My time is up and I'm ready for the next phase. Whatever it may be.

"Good-bye. I know in years to come, I will still be talked about. The mention of my name will still terrify people. What more can I ask for? Now, unto the current victim."

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Watching and stroking her hair as she slept, she looked like an angel trapped in time–never aging and features frozen to maintain its beauty. However, this angel's eyes twitched and crinkles formed at the corner of her mouth when she smiled. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Could it have been about me? I doubt it. Even if it was about me, the moment she wakes up, all traces of kindness towards me would vanish.

If you are wondering why she is still asleep, I gave her another dosage. When she initially woke up, her son was awake. Considering I had already told him that his mom wanted me to look after him because she had some errands to run, I didn't want to risk him finding his mom or his mom wandering into the parlor seeing as I didn't chain her. He eagerly agreed, wanting to spend some time with me. Guilt clawed at my heart, knowing that I had his mom in my basement. Nevertheless, a man has to do what he has to do.

After we ate and watched numerous cartoons, he fell asleep. That's why I had the opportunity to go back into the basement to wait for her to wake up.

Few minutes later, she stirred. She released a little moan and her eyes opened.

"Hey," she said, probably not realizing where she is. She looked around. "I thought I went home."

My lips curved, forming a thin smile. "What is the last thing you remember?"

She stayed silent for a minute or so then said, "I remember telling you it was time for Monty and I to go home. Then it goes blank after that."

"That's because I drugged you."

Her eyes widened, almost popping out from its socket. "You what!"

"I drugged—"

"I heard that part. Where is my son? If you have done anything to hurt him, I will kill you." She advanced towards me like a warrior going in for the kill.

I took few steps back. Big mistake not chaining her. The hunter was now the hunted. "I'm sure the place where he is is safe and peaceful."

She stood before me glaring. "What do you mean safe and peaceful? Have you hurt my son?" her voice wavered.

"Why don't you sit and let me chain you, then I will answer your question."

"Why would I let you do that?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Because you want to know where your son is? Make up your mind, because time is running out."

"What do you mean by time is running out?" she asked, her voice shaky.