Letters To The Writer: Volume 1

August 14

Officer 1~ So this is your report?

Gerald~ Yes. Yes it is, everything that happened.

Officer 2~ Shall i read it then, fancy a read on your crime eh?

The second officer stares at the prisoner, his eyes dark, his skin pale. He had this look. No remorse.

Thomas~ I have no choice, now do I dimwit!

Officer 2~ Shall we start, yeah?

  Detective Gerald Wilson                                                                                                                              6/14/1998

   I stumbled into my apartment. I had just rented a one bedroom, one bath. Me and my girlfriend. We were living there together, anyways. I stumbled in from a long night solving the Baxtons murder. As i walked in i saw Mr. Liam bent over my wife's lifeless body. He cut off her pinky's, the medical examiners said he removed them while she was still breathing. He broke them both postmortem. He stood up and muttered,"a promise starts with a pinky, and it's broken through death. Goodbye, old love". I quickly drew my weapon. I wanted to kill the living shit out of him. But, there's the law. Fucking pissed my life away he did, he deserves the fucking electric chair.

   Signed By Gerald Wilson                                                          West Manchester Police Department 

Two Months Later...

"My name is Liam, I killed twelve people, seven were females, the other five were men. All of them were killed because of one thing, I couldn't trust them. They broke promises. I have twenty two, vacuum sealed pinkies, from all my victims under my floorboard. All of them resemble a broken promise, all of them needed to be done. Those are my last words" Liam stared at the Victims families, their eyes. Their anger, sadness. Then to Lisa... His one true love. She looked horrified, but she gave a brief smirk before the sac went over his head. One, Two... Drop. The floor beneath his feet fell, his neck choked under the Rope's grip on him. One, Two Three, dead. 

Two hours later

"May I see his body?" Lisa asked. "Alone?"The three medical examiners left, she gave each one a hug or handshake. The door behind them closed and she smiled. "You can always trust em to keep a promise!" she injected his heart with pure adrenaline.

"Ugh!" Liam gasped for air. He smiled at the sight of Lisa... "You got the fingers?" he asked. 

"Two pinkies, Belonging to a Mrs. Wilson" She said smirking fiving it to him. 

"Right now..." he grabbed the nearest knife, he cut a sliver of his skin and threw it in a bin."Bandages!" he yelled. Lisa quickly bandaged him up. Liam opened the incinerator that was going to be used to cremate him. He slid the bin in and waited. In a few minutes it turned into ashes. He slid it back out and laid it on the table he had been laid on. "Right so i'll see you at the hotel?" he asked kissing Lisa.

"Mhmm" she groaned as he darted out the door. He took a lab coat on the way out, and used it as a disguise. Lisa pulled the three unconscious medical examiners into the room. She had given them Horse tranquilizer for the escape. She quickly closed the door and made a very high pitched loud scream. all three medical examiners stood up. "He's nothing more than a dust bunny!" They all scrambled. "Look what you've done! I'm calling the warden" she cried. 

"No, no please, we are so sorry" They all said frantically. 

"Dispose of him then, and clean up the blood you spilled out of him" Lisa said still giving her fake cry as she was walking out the door, and into a new one, her new life.