Avenge him

Eye of the killer

Prologue

Murderer's POV

I don't know why I do things.

Out of impulse, anger, or jealousy maybe.

I really don't know. But what I do know, is that the day my sister was murdered is the day I swore I would have my revenge.

I didn't know who the guy was, still don't know, and I didn't care. I still don't care. That guy will be one to pay, cop or not. The cops didn't help my sister when I needed them to. So now I have a plan to avenge my sister from the foolishness the police were then and now.

First step, draw him in.

Second step, kill him.

Easy as that.

I smirk as I realize how easy it will be to take him down.

I sat alone at the local bar ironically called Bottles. The aftermath of happy hour sat annoyingly all around me completely empty. I have it documented that he comes here every day at noon. This time there would be something out of the ordinary. This time, there would be me. I waited for him to arrive.

He sat down right beside me, putting on my charm I ask,

"Hard day? Can I buy you a drink?"

The foolish man nodded with a sly grin and places his badge on the counter.

I knew from my constant watch on him that he was lightweight. He especially won't be able to hold his drink tonight.

Well it IS a special drink from my own twisted recipe book. I nod to my accomplice and he heads behind the counter to get started. Turning around he, "the bar tender" fixes us drinks. The man beside me remains oblivious to this fact and doesn't see that the bar tender was quietly putting a sleeping pill in his drink. I pout at the idea that the man's training with drugs will be a waste.

"Too many drinks!" I tell the people around me as I carry the man out. I take him to my hideout, the place where I live.

My hideout is a cellar in the abandon meat shop beside the deli shop. A metal chair stood in the middle of the room.

I set him down and tied him up.

"Wake up," I grumble slapping his cheek. "Idiot must have put two pills in his drink."

I set up a chair in front if him, this might take a while.

The man starts grumbling. "My head."

"Oh good! You're awake!" I exclaim and shake with fake excitement.

His pupils dilated adjusting to the light, "Where am I? Who are you?"

"All good questions, I'm sorry you will never get the answer."

He pulled at the ropes I had the liberty to double knot. "Let me go!"

I laughed and walked over to the counter beside my fridge where an array of knifes sat.

"Eeny meeny miny mo," I hovered my hand over the knifes. Picking one up and tapping the tip. "This one is pretty nice, what do you think?" I showed him the knife. His eyes became wider.

I walk over to him and sit on his lap. "You know, if I weren't about to slice you open, I would think we could have a real chance."

"You know, you're kind of a bitch," he says straight faced.

I take the knife, running it across his chest, finding my spot, then injecting the tip. Blood oozed out.

"Am I still a bitch?" I ask, a wicked smile crossed my face.

I stab him four more times, each time a little more life ran out of him.

Feeling the satisfaction of revenge was the best feeling in the world. Causing him to suffer made me happy. I never want this feeling to end, maybe it won't have to...

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Ok hey guys this is peaceandwriting.

This story is going to be a collaboration between me and AbigailStone9. Basically we are going to switch off every chapter, I write Megan POV, and Abigail writes Abbie POV.

We'll collaborate on Murderer POV which will show up once and a while.

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