The Dancer | Wattys2018 | COMPLETED

14 - Next Please

The Italian boy was a liability that he should have taken care of when he had the chance.

The man sighed to himself, examining the array of masks he had lined on the wall of his one room home. He had lost his purple mask in his ridiculous attempt to kidnap the Perfect Perelli, and the green one was left on the Italian boy's hanging body.

What an effort that was, drilling a tiny microphone into his mouth while he had been knocked out back in the apartment. Entering the Ashborne's house hadn't been difficult at all though - he had taken a set of keys from Dylan Ashborne, and surprisingly, they fit perfectly into the front door of the house.

The only effort was drugging the Italian boy quietly, letting the Perfect Perelli to stay asleep soundly.

The rest was easy - hauling the boy's heavy, body out the front door, tying the noose around his neck, and roping him up the tree. Lucky the man had a strong build, or the Italian boy might have fallen on him and woken up.

The man had kicked the car left out front to set off the alarm and wake the resting people inside the house.

He was having fun, with taunting the Perfect Perelli, the Dancing Ashborne, and the other children of the former dancer, Rachel Ashborne.

It was all too easy, the man thought as he delicately picked the red mask from the wall. 

He had the chance to murder all those children back in that house, but he didn't. A part of him wished someone would be stop him from doing all of this; from murdering innocent people and so he was leading them on this wild goose chase. He was a broken man, and his jealousy all those years ago made him the man he was today. But the worst parts of him, and not surprisingly the biggest parts of him, were intent on finishing this piece of artwork he had started.

Time to pay Miriam a visit, to give the his next victims another clue.