In Her Mind

Blood Written Letters .11.

I woke up in the arms of Connor . First I was confused but then I remembered the previous day . The kisses we shared . The way we touched . A smile appeared on my face . Not sinister or one hiding a darker meaning , but a genuine smile .

I looked up at his face . Soft little snores escaped from him . He looked happy to and I wondered if this could work . Could we be together ? Could we get out of this ?

My happy mood only lasted so long . As the questions stirred my mood turned sour . I hated not having answers . My thoughts wandered to my knife . Where could it be ? Was it with the police or still at the scene as evidence ?

I couldn't kill without my weapon , if I did it would break the pattern . I couldn't do that because then the murders would mean nothing . I wanted the people to wonder about the deaths . I wanted them to know how each death connected to the story of Rose Black . Of the so called dead girl , me.

I could only find my knife if I went back to the apartment . I looked at Connor's sleepinh form one last time then kissed his cheek . I slithered out of his grasp and went outside the room . I locked the door , I trust and love Connor , but I was not going to take chances .

I hopped into the shower to rinse of all the blood . I pulled on some fresh clothes and smeared wax onto my scars to even them out . I contoured my face and in the end I looked unrecognizable and perfect .

After that I made some cereal and quickly ate it up . Figuring that Connor would get hungry while I was gone , I made him cereal too and brought it to his room along with other snacks . I also put a cold bottle of water on his table and some milk too . I left a note to him , saying that I loved him and that I was sorry but I had to do this .

I got all my things and quickly crept out of the bunker . I couldn't waste any time so I sprinted to the town where I called a cab . The driver drove me to the city , near the apartments .

I got out and payed him. As my luck had it , it began to rain and I was quickly getting soaked . My makeup wouldn't last long in this weather . I sprinted for shelter . Luckily I was only a few blocks away from the crime scene .

When I arrived there the cops were swarming the area like bees . A few were talking to Deja . A pang of guilt went through my heart but hatred blazed it away . There was just something about her , my sister . What else did she have to do with this ? I already decided to kill her but there was just something . There was something tugging on memory . I couldn't place it and it infuriated me!

It was soon lunch time and the cops fled to probably get coffee and donuts . Stupid idiots . Only one cop was standing guard in front of the apartment's door .

I wouldn't kill him , he had nothing personally to do with this . I would simply knock him out long enough to get my knife .

Reaching into my backpack of goodies , I got out a cloth and doused it in some chloroform . I put it back and swung it over my shoulder .

Silently I crept up behind the man , careful not to make a sound . I quickly jumped up and put the cloth against him , restricting his airways . He heathed heavily and then he was out .

I carefully walked into the scene , yellow tape was everywhere and yellow cards with numbers marked out evidence .

I walked to the bedroom . The sheets were soaked with blood , some on the walls already dried to a brownish colour . Fleur's body layed still on the sheets . The whole room smelled of death and decay , with a tang of iron from the blood .

I searched the area , trying to think of where I dropped my knife . I couldn't find it and it was driving me crazy . I would have to get out of here soon . Someone would come in soon when they couldn't contact their guard .

I picked up the sheets and searched under the bed . You'd think that I would've left finger prints or some trace of DNA but I had long ago burned my prints off . As for other DNA particles , like hair , I couldn't do much to. I didn't worry though , who would worry about a dead girl's hair ?

I searched for another few minutes until frustration overwhelmed me . In a burst of anger I knocked the bedside table over . The gleam of a silvery object caught my eye . I looked closer and it was indeed my knife .

My precious silver knife . I had it back now and I couldn't wait to continue killing . It was time to terrorize the city some more . And I looked forward to it .

I also had to get out of here . My time was running out and I'd cut it close now . But before I got up to leave , I left a letter . It was on a folded blood soaked piece of paper .

Dear citizens , I assume you're all frightened by these murders , but do not fear . If you had wronged me , then your life is in danger . If you never had anything to do with me , be grateful . There is an answer to your question . I still seek answers to mine. The 23rd kill looms , look out , I'm coming for you. So shh , it'll be over soon .
-signed , your friendly city serial killer , R.B.

It was time to go , my job was done . The letter was written . I moved in the shadows and nobody recognized me as I left the scene .

I walked in the rain , my makeup was washing away . A piece of paper flies into my way . It's a news article of the most recent kill . The title read : Revenge of the Blood killer , when will the questions marks stop and answers be given ?

I smiled and threw the paper away . I walked home and internally laughed as people cowered away from my scarred face .

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