Sincerely your Killer(Ongoing)

Chapter 1: The Letter

Sunday 4th January XX24 ( 11 months, 4 days, 16 hours, 5 minutes and 12 seconds before event)

Sincerely: Who's next?

Unknown: Mr James Blanc. Age: 24
Height:6'8
Occupation: Office Manager for 'Dover Croft'
He comes from France.
Address: 165 Chisel Lane, Los Angeles

Sincerely: Thanks, I'll get right to it. You got anymore info 'bout him?

Unknown: Sincerely... I known you for 6 years, you don't need anymore info. You'll get through this fine!

Sincerely: Says who? I might need help. I am the only female serial killer in the states...there could be so many other strong men out for me...or you!

Unknown: Says who?! Your funny Sin City. I'm your INFORMATION BROKER and YOUR BOSS...don't be sassy with me I know as much about you than I do with Mr Blanc and the others I also have other serial killers other than you...I can kill you right now if i wanted...who's the info broker? Me or you I know more about you than you do yourself you don't know anything about me! You don't even know my god damn name

To be honest that did scare Destiny a bit, not the part of him killing her; she was way over that. But the part that for 6 years she has been talking and working for someone she knows nothing about nor has ever met. But somehow she felt that she could trust him.
She laughed, trust him? Trust the guy who threatens to kill her? Trust the crazy dude?

"I must really be loosing my head" laughed Destiny with a weird blank expression as she sat up from the bench she was on and started walking home.

She switched her mobile off and thought some more about not knowing her information broker.

If he did however try to kill her she wouldn't be able to tell anybody. She would just have to die lonely, for years she thought that was a good thing...but is it really? Her wanting to die alone.

Well she did had a reasons why. She really ever accepted this job not only for the mass amount of money she gets, or because she needed to take her mind off of home life but because she felt it was dangerous, and she could die that was what she wanted...to die. So if she found a dangerous job most likely it would backfire on her. She would finally be free.

The only downside was she had to get over all the gore but back then she was studying for a surgical apprenticeship, so the amount of blood she sees now is nothing compared to that.

But also she kinda was in for the money.

Destiny might have not turned out to be a serial killer if it weren't for her home life...if you could even call it a home life.

Destiny's mum and dad were never in the top 10 couples of her year in fact they were in the top 10 worst couples of her year. They never got on, they always fought. One day they got so riled up they bought there little girl into the mess but that only gave Destiny scars and bruises mentally and physically.

Soon they had a divorce that is quite tormenting for a girl her age by the way and when her mother left she died. Another serial killer they all said.

Her dad (already suffering from the divorce) then had more weight on his shoulders from little Destiny's mother dying.

Now he told the story to her like he would tell an adult, not a 3 year old kid who had no idea what's going on. Yet he still told her...this is more tormenting to a kid.

Over the years Destiny's father has been womanising and abusing women older and younger than him. He now is an addict to drugs and alcohol. Sad isn't it?
A small up-side is that Destiny is allowed to smoke and drink. There are no rules, no love and no discipline .

"It's kinda fun actually" Destiny laughs

Destiny stops at the old run down house that was her mother's originally.
She took the key from her jeans pocket and turned the lock, she opened the door only to see a young blond woman about in her early 30s with her overly 51 year old drunk father. Thankfully they were just taking, for now anyways. As the ignored them snatching an apple from the fruit bowl and running upstairs she was thinking how her dad will play out this time.

But Destiny knew as a fact she would be hearing those disgusting noises from her dads bedroom, Destiny shuddered at the thought and grabbed her phone to see her bosses new text or just text him back. Or text someone back.

She was looking through her contacts only containing a few people when she remembered her new client, Mr Blanc.

She looked at her bedside table and opened its door grabbing a A4 lined paper and a black pen.

Destiny started to write the letter.

Dear Mr Blanc,
Are you aware of the serial killer that goes by the name of 'Sincerely' ?
Do you know why she's called that?
Well let's get to the point; this letter is from the serial killer.

Isn't that amazing? You will never get a chance like it.
Don't try getting out of it...I'm coming for you! I know so much about you, you will never get away so just accept it. Your dead!

I'd tell you about me but you know those mean cops.

Oh I don't want you thinking bad of me. I mean I'm helping you. You have problems, I have problems.

I love this job do you know why? Because I love humans, I love humanity so so much...it's all I think about. I can't help it; it's just I love the noise they make, I love how easy it is, I love how they scream, I love everything...I love humanity so much!!!

So let's get to the point if you haven't gotten your filthy, stupid mind around it yet.
Your going to die, the easy or the hard way it's your choice. I wouldn't be doing this to help you if you didn't need it or...didn't want it.

Sincerely A Killer