Harry

1

Tonight's the night.

And it's going to happen again and again.

It has to happen.

It's a nice night. London is a great town.

I love the Indian food.

Curry, my favorite.

But I'm hungry for something different now.

There he is, George Shelley.

He's the one.

I watched as he laughed with his friends at a pub. They said something and he laughed, Waving goodbye and exiting the door.

He walked slowly to his car and I say patiently in the back of it.

He opened the door and sat in the drivers seat. Shortly after he started his car, I wrapped a piece of wire around his neck.

I chuckled darkly. "You're mine now, so do exactly as I say."

"W-what do you want?" He asked nervously, shaking violently.

"I want you to be quiet. Now drive and go where I say."

I told him where to go, eventually leading him to an old abandoned house.

I got out of the car and roughly pulled him out of the seat.

I walked to the house, dragging him with me. He occasionally whimpered but kept quiet for the jest of it. Good boy.

When we entered the house I pinned him against the wall.

"You have to listen do what I say." I growled out.

I had before hand laid out the bodies of his victims and pictures of the grieving families.

"Look." I demanded him.

At some point before coming through the door, I think he realized what was happening.

"No!" He yelled, close to breaking down.

I told him to look again but he refused.

"It's horrible, isn't it? Isn't it? Please Open your eyes and look at what you did! Look or I'll cut your eyelids right off your face." I threatened.

He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight in front of him.

"It took me a long time to get these little boys clean."

I started, referring to the three dead little boys on the cement floor.

"One of them had been in the ground so long he was falling apart.

I pulled him out in bits and pieces."

At that point, George broke down. He started to struggle to get away from me.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is-" He cried. I cut him off.

"Stop! That never helped anybody." I rolled my eyes at his patheticness.

"Please, I beg you don't hurt me. I'll give you anything. Money? I've got money!"

"Beg... Did these little boys beg?" I asked.

"I couldn't help myself" He sobbed.

"Please, you have to understand."

"Trust me, I definitely understand.

See, I can't help myself, either."

I began as I picked up his struggling body and pinned him to the hospital gurney.