17:03pm Northern Ireland, Belfast Hotel Ibis city centre They are announcing they've caught the Belfast strangler today so people are safe. Bullshit not if I do something about that. Paul once said " no-one knows what's going on in someone else's mind. And life would be intolerable if we did." As a girl who never grew up loved, accepted for who she was, and a child so innocent that nobody ever thought she'd do it. Take the soul of another being. To enjoy the smell of a person dying slowly to her wrath. The dark clouded eyes she gets. The anger of being beat, ignored, and scared rises to the surface once more. The grip strength she has for a small human. The mind of a serial killer is completely different You Have No Idea. I switch the television off and drive to Rose Stagg at this point it's only been two days since we kidnapped her. I grab the bag of food once again, and open the trunk. She looks weak, tired, beat, and useless. "Thanks to you rose Peter is gone." I say emotionless. "Thanks to you rose he's done. " I continue "thanks to you rose I may just kill you, but I know my reason why I'm here. To keep you safe. To feed you and not to harm you. I could just hang you right now because I haven't killed for almost five weeks. You're a drug. I want to suck the life out of. I want to feel your heart stop beating. Your lungs stopping. I want to see your eyes roll back. The lifeless form of Rose Stagg." She cries softly because she is too weak to speak. "I know you remember me. I hated you from the start. I knew one day you'd bitch out to the police about him. How he scared you. How frightened you were. I've got news for you. I'm no fucking different. He taught me. He showed me. He revived me. He created me. Your second worst nightmare. I'll tell now you tell the cops who I am and I kill you for my pleasure and my pleasure only. They'll find your body strung up and beat. They won't think anything of it. They'll just call you a weak piece of crap. Remember when you said that. I know you do." I grab some food and place it in the trunk and sigh. "That was the day. The day I changed. Anna once lived but I killed her a long time ago and became the me you see right now." I open my backpack for a water bottle. " you're so vulnerable right now. So...right. A victim who couldn't handle the pain of being abducted. It's only been forty eight hours sweetheart. You're gonna die right here nice and slow. I'm not gonna care. Peter won't care. Nobody will care because humans are just mentally fucked up." She whimpers and I close the trunk. I drive off to the Spector home. I see the green Volkswagen. His wife and children are home sleeping peacefully I guess. I walk to the back entrance to climb the window. " Bathroom is your far right back window." He said. I sigh missing him so much. Get it together you're on a mission. I ease my way up to the window and it's open so I pull it up quietly. It's odd. Someone's been here. I close it softly placing my bag in the roof shingle he mentioned to me in Olivia's bedroom. She isn't here that's strange maybe she's with her mother. Good. I pick the lock of his study room and open it quietly. I drag my gloved finger across the books and records he has. I inhale the scent of wood and him. I close my eyes holding water from seeping out. I notice a bright white flashlight seep from under the door. Fuck someone else is here. Is it the police? Who the hell is it? Was I followed? I don't care at the moment so I hide behind the space of door and his desk. The flashlight fades. I collect the notebook of Annie Brawling and put it inside my jacket pocket. I gulp quietly making sure not to make sudden moves to give my presence known to who ever is with me. I stealthily open the door and lock it while I'm closing it. I race quietly to Olivia's room for my bag and put it on my shoulders. The car keys are in my pocket. Or so I hope. I hide in the darkness of a corner a couple steps away from my exit point which my entrance point. I see the light coming from the bathroom. Fuck my fucking life right now. I walk as quietly as possible to the side of the door. If my opponent came in and passed me I'll go on the opposite knowing they'll go the way they came. I wait. And wait. I. Just. Wait. I hear the shutter of a camera. A selfie whatever. The light begins to come towards me. I position myself straight my pupils the only thing moving. Come on bitch do it. They get closer and closer. I cover my opponent's mouth and grip the throat and speed to the closest exit point besides the window. She struggles. I can sense it's a girl because of the muffled screaming. She passes out. Good. I exit through a different window and I see Belfast police cars. Oh fuck. I run with the body on my shoulder to my car on the other block. My legs burn, but I keep moving. I pant for air and place the body in the backseat of the car. I drive to the same spot we recorded Rose. I tie her hands and feet. When I place the tape on her mouth I see her face. Holy fuck I just kidnapped Katie Benedetto. What the fuck?! Why is she breaking and entering into the Spector home and taking pictures. I remove her cell phone. I sit down in the chair Paul once sat in to watch Rose belittle him. I look through her phone and see the picture what the holy hell?!
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This bitch is weird?! Not that I'm not but what is she thinking?! I delete the picture and place her phone down on the chair. I walk outside to the trunk and put my bag inside and close it. I look around to make sure nobody is following me. To make sure that my night goes smoothly. To make sure I'm the only badass tonight. I walk back inside the room to find her waking up. She looks around with a horrid look on her face. "Please I know Paul Spector. I'm a friend." She looks around paranoia across her features. I stay between the steps. " he's my lover." Oh my gosh Katie just shut up. "Please I'll help you." I don't do buddy buddy crime sweetie. I decide to mess with her a little more just because I haven't had fun in awhile. I step on each stair one at time like a baby learning how to walk upstairs. She gasps as she takes in what's happening. A smirk spreads across my face. Obviously I can't talk because she knows my voice, so I let my thoughts drag. I draw my finger across her arms, legs, hands, head and stop at the trachea which is a part of her throat. She whimpers. I hush her and I can feel her body go tense to my touch. She's scared of me. She's scared of what I can do. "Who are you?" She whispers in shaky voice. Like she's been crying. "ANSWER ME YOU F-" before she screams even more my hand is gripping her throat in a deadly manner. "Shhhh" I let go knowing I'll lose control so I inhale and exhale. She coughs and whimpers when I finally remove my hoodie. My beanie. My scarf. I look at her with horror in her eyes. "You. I know you." She croaks out. "I'm working with Paul or at least I was until my partner got caught." I put beanie and scarf on the chair. I find the pliers and cut the rope. "Why'd you attack me?" "I didn't know what you had in mind. For all I know you could've killed his family or me." I explain "And the strangling five seconds ago?" "You were too loud." I say rather annoyed. We walk out to my car and drive off to my hotel once again.
