Chapter two. Information is a Very Valuable Tool
"Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade." ~Leo Buscaglia
This one would be easy, just stabbing. I like stabbing, but I would never, ever, go for the kill shot first. He was strong and handsome. I stabbed him in the thigh, making him scream out. Wimp. I did the same thing in the next thigh, and so on. Now with 27 stab wounds, new record I might add, he finally took his last breath. I lathered my hands in his blood, feeling the sticky, warm liquid consume my hands and drip down my arms, going down almost to my elbows. In about 20 minutes time, I had him strapped to the small motor boat, and started the engine. I weighed him down and, with much difficulty, I threw him out of the boat. I watched as he slowly started to climb a invisible rope down to the bottom of the lake. Mmm. It always has to end so fast. The next one will be slower, I'll make sure of it.
Ethan P.O.V
"So, you know, maybe we should get to know each other. We are going to be living with each other and seeing each other a lot," I said very quickly, getting everything out there. I could feel my face getting warm and knew I was blushing. Curse me and my awkwardness. I was never good when it came to socializing. I like criminals, sociopath, psychopaths etc, not completely sane humans, especially when they're girls, very pretty girls I might add.
"Yeah why not, want to just ask each other questions until we run out?" she said, meeting my eyes perfectly, with a good amount of confidence, but not too much. So that means she confident in herself but not- damn it Ethan! Stop analyzing her. She is not a criminal or an Unsub.
We sat on the couch, with a bowl of chips beside us, and the TV turned on low for some background noise. "So why don't you go first," I said, adjusting myself on the couch.
"Sure. What do you do for work?" she asked, subconsciously flipping her dirty brown hair out of her face.
"FBI agent, I work at the BAU, behavioral analysis unit." I didn't make eye contact while I talked.
"Oh, cool! Do you like doing that, being surrounded by criminals all day long and death? And what exactly do you do?" She said, enthusiastically.
"Well, I can't say that all the death is good, but I like the people who I help and my team. And what my team and I do is we get called by local police, usually, from a different city that suspect they have a serial killer on there hands or kills that have more than three kills that match a serial killer behavior. We go out and help with the investigation by profiling them, so their behavior, why they do this or that. We use three things, signature, M.O. and vicnomlogy. I have to admit, that it is very interesting. You see, because we get called out to different cities all the time, I won't be here very much, that's why I need a roommate."
"Wow," she stared at me with her big, hazel eyes. "That seems like fun, not with the murders and stuff but the other things, like all the cities you see and the people you meet. I definitely want to know more, but it's your turn to ask."
"Do you go to school? Or do you work?" I asked, a bit timid.
"I'm in my second year of medical school. I'm majoring in medicine and minoring in science, biology to be exact. I guess science is more of a hobby. I have a few different jobs, mostly I've been helping out in a science lab with some independent biologists." She said, giving me a small smile.
We played this for about two hours. Throughout those two hours I found out a lot about Liz, like her first name is Elizabeth. She won't say much about her parents, but her dad is in jail and her mom is dead, from a freak accident that she won't tell me about. She has OCD and is a neat freak. She told me about the neat freak part but I figured out the OCD part. Every so often I would move the blanket corner or move her cup a bit and she would put it back exactly where it was. She also constantly kept fixing her hair and clothes so they were perfect, and nothing was out of place. I guess I can't just sit there and not profile everyone I see. She really likes science and medicine. She says that her favorite thing to do is to experiment, and figure out why something does a certain thing. Then she winked at me, I have no idea why she didn't that.
After a while we got bored and tired, so we headed for bed, I had to get up and go to work tomorrow anyways. In a way, I was glad to go and get some rest, but also disappointed because I just wanted to keep talking to her until the sun rose. But that isn't realistic, so off to bed. All I could think of is how great it is to have a roommate like her, and how hard it's going to be.
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Author note
The cover for this story was made by @UnwantedSilence
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