Diary Of A Murder

Ch.1

I stared into their still lifeless eyes. Their body laid down unmoving on the cold hotel's patterned floor.
A few moments ago they were that of a living man with a future of a successful job ahead of them. Now they were just a cheater caught dead in the act.

I dropped the gun I once craved so deeply to use only seconds ago. It fell to the floor with a thud slightly awaking me from my trance. My body was still rushing from adrenaline. I gave one final look to the unknown woman laying besides him before making my way out the door.

The cold winter air made me shiver. The snow that began to fall soon after didn't do much to help either. The snow was white and pure but all I saw was blood, red as blood. Yes blood is all I saw and felt as I was covered head to toe with it.

I leaned against the door suddenly in frustration as I was about to leave cause I remembered that I still had to get rid of the bodies. I dug in my purse shuffling through many weapons I had till I finally found what I was looking for.

I pulled out a match and smiled at the simple tool before lightening it and throwing it over my shoulder muttering a ;"oops"
The building quickly caught on fire. Surely others I did not wish to kill would die but I simply did not care.

I walked away from the building going down the stairs to the parking lot and to my black van with tinted windows and sound proof walls.

I leaned against my car with a sick smile of satisfaction. The fire and the screams were absolutely beautiful. It was so breath taking I could almost faint but then I saw it. A witness staring across the parking lot in front of a brown Mercedes with shock clear on their face like a deer in headlights.

I stalked over to the boy with as little imitation as possible. I didn't want them to run away or anything. I was too tired to kill a moving target.
The boy opened his mouth then closed it as if he wanted to talk but couldn't. He looked like a fish out of water gasping for air. Since the boy couldn't talk currently I spoke for him.

"Nice weather were having right?" I asked breaking the silence. The boy frowned as if in serious thought then looked back at me then at the building before signing with his hands. I understood enough sign language to understand that he was saying he was deaf. The poor creature was all alone now. His family most likely died in the fire. I felt like adopting the thing after all I could always use a  innocent little bait, distraction to make my targets easier to kill.