A Trail of Murders

Chapter V

He didn't put any of the body parts in the same place. Myles claimed that he liked to make it like a scavenger hunt for the police officers. It made me feel sick. He took me everywhere, forcing me to watch what he did with every single body part. After Myles had hidden the last foot of the victim in a hole in a tree and covered it with rocks, he carried me back to the car, setting me outside of it before returning to fetch the last of his supplies. Setting it all in the trunk, he open the freezer one last time and removed the head. He turned it to me with a laugh.

    "I saved the best part for last." He said, adding a wink.

    My face scrunched up in a frown. What the hell is he doing? Hasn't he hurt that man enough? My confusion turned to shock as I watched Myles walk up to a post outside the bathroom and impale the head with it. I nearly threw up, and had to turn away. Myles walked up to me, turning my head to look at the other head. He held up dark red lipstick and put it in my hands. My eyes widened as I realized that he wanted me to put it on the victim's head. I shook my head, pushing it back at him, refusing to be a part of this terrible thing.

    Myles growled angrily and slammed my head back into the car. I whined, tears falling out of my eyes onto the duct tape. He shook his head and dragged me to the body, forcing my hands to apply the lipstick. Once he was done, we stood there looking at his "masterpiece", or at least that's what he called it. I called it as it was, murder. He took the duct tape off of me with a warning glare and pulled me back to his car. Placing me back in with the tarp over me, Myles turned the radio on, blasting country music. I winced. I used to love it, but now it just makes me want to crawl in a hole and never come out. He's taking everything from me, well.... everything that I haven't already lost.

    For hours, I listened to Myles's humming, the roar of the engine and the constant vibrations against my back. I had no peace and I couldn't escape him, not even in my dreams. He was everywhere. If I was with my sister, he was there too. It was only when we stopped at a camera-less gas station that I realized that my leg bindings had become loose at some point. When Myles got out to get a snack, I took the chance to kick off the tarp and use my bare feet to open the unlocked car. How could he be that stupid? I started running towards a young woman with blonde hair getting out of her white car. She jumped back in shock at the sight of me, and I couldn't blame her. I looked like I had been run over by a car, or ten.

    "P-please.......help me!" I wheezed out, trying to catch my breath. "Kidnapped.....call.....9-1-1."

    She didn't seem to register my words at first, but it suddenly seemed to click as she nodded her head and quickly turned to grab her phone. Just as the adrenaline was wearing off, I was slammed forward into her car. Falling to the ground, I saw as a blurry Myles grabbed the woman, slamming her head into the door and knocking her unconscious. As I lay dazed on the floor, Myles put her into his car before walking back to me. He picked me up gently and walked us back to his car, placing me in between the seats and wrapping my legs up tighter. He stroked my face with a happy grin covering his perfectly psychotic face. How could someone so handsome be so insane?

    "See, I knew there'd be use for you." I cringed as he swooped in and kissed me. "You just found our next victim, and babe.... she's perfect. It'll feel amazing to destroy her innocent life."

    Dread filled me as I realized what I'd done. He had left my ropes lose on purpose. He wanted me to run for help. He wanted me to find a new victim. He knew someone would help a poor girl. She just wanted to help, and now she was going to die, and it was all my fault. I screamed out profanities at him, only making him kiss me again and reapply duct tape. I kicked as hard as I could as my vision was obscured by the tarp again. We started moving but I wouldn't stop kicking. I can never forgive myself for this. If she dies, it will be on me. I will have taken her young life from her. Tears flew from my eyes, streaming down my chin. What have I done?