Coffee Can Kill

Coffee Can Kill

--Hi guys, I am Chloé and this is my first ever crime fanfic... It is based on Castle, but I am trying to mainly focus on the crimes and murder 'cos I wanted to see if I am any good at crime fiction... Anyway I hope you enjoy and please leave me some reviews, to help me improve, but be gentle as this is my first attempt XD, Anyway, I will try and write as much as possible, but I don't have a laptop and am using my dad's work one on weekends, so yeah... –chloe xx

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-Killer's P.O.V-

As I knock on the door of his apartment, I feel calm yet excited… but not nervous. I thought I would be shitting it, but in all honesty, I can’t wait. I mean it’s been so long since I dragged my blade across someone’s skin, watching them weaken as I dominate them. Every time, I still find it amazing the power I have over my victims, as their life slowly fades to nothing and then their terrified gazes when they hear the bath filling. The knowing looks in their eyes and the instinct to try and fight death is almost amusing. But then it’s over too soon and they stop thrashing and they accept death. Well this time I know what I’m doing and this time I can make it last longer, enjoy the fear in his eyes as he realises my true intentions and what I can actually do and the terror I can induce. Then he opens the door and I realise I have to hide my true feelings, as I raise the two coffee cups I brought from Claire’s coffee, where I picked out all three of my victims. As Martin invited me in, he took the cups through to the kitchen whilst I dawdled a little, locking the door and sliding the key into my pocket. As I walked through to the kitchen, Martin was getting out the cookies as he chatted idly to me about work and how he was getting on and it was just so futile, so that’s when I decided I should do this now. I walked over to him, took the gun out of my bag and led him to his living room, all the while he was whimpering about how he wanted to stay alive and pleading for his pathetic insignificant little life. I smirked as I told him how this was going to play out, I told him about the knives about the bath and about the intense pain he would be going through and as he silently started crying I wrapped the duck-tape around his ankles and hands as tight as I could. Then it must have hit Martin as his fight or flight instincts started to kick in, it was obvious what Martin wanted, and that was fight. He rocked so hard that his chair fell over and he smashed his head on the coffee table, knocking him unconscious immediately. As I pulled him up I sighed, I mean c’mon… it’s no fun torturing an unconscious guy… So I set up my tools and I was surprised, I mean it only took him 5 minutes to regain consciousness and as he awoke, the look of pure terror in his eyes told me it was finally time to begin.

As I made my first stab, I felt my blood start pumping, as his blood poured down his arm and pooled onto the floor, it made me giddy with excitement as I began my torture, I mean just the power and control and the pure terror is so amazing, I don’t understand why people don’t do this all the time. As I take a second slash at his leg I hear him cry out, and I start smiling openly. This is going to be so much fun! I carry on slashing and cutting and stabbing until I realise I would kill him if I carried on, so I stopped and put the knife down. The look of relief on his face was laughable and again, smirking, I picked up another fun instrument to inflict terror and panic on my dear friend Martin. As he stuttered questions on why I was doing this, between the screams of pain as I burnt his fingerprints and random places on my skin, I looked up and simply explained because I can and also explained the fact that I am too smart to be caught, because I am god. It’s that simple. As I finished burning him, I decided Martin talked too much and I didn’t need to hear his moans of pain to understand the pure terror he was going through, his eyes showed all. Then I decided it was time for my favourite part of the game. The torture was over and I finally could fill the bath and kill this son of a bitch.

I pushed him down again and he was still thrashing, but I don’t mind, I like a challenge. I held his head below the water and after 10 minutes of fighting, muffled screaming and eyes filled with terror, Martin Jones left this world, for an eternity in hell. I felt a little bit of loss though, because I felt like I had finally finished, but then I reminded myself that I still had two more victims and time to dance with the cops. So I closed Martin’s eyes and wrote I on his left eyelid and MA on his right, and then opened them again. After that, I dressed him in the clothes he was wearing when I entered the apartment, complete with sun glasses a hat and a scarf and started, what could be called the thrill seeking part of the murder. As I positioned him in my car, on plastic covered seats of course! I couldn’t risk leaving any DNA behind, and headed for the closest subway entrance. As it was 4:30 am, I was glad to see that the subway was completely deserted and I knew it would be a good hour or so before anyone else will even enter the room, so tugging my hat down even more and pulling the collar of my coat up, I helped what looked like a drunk man, yet was deadweight, to a bench where I positioned him to be looking straight into the camera, taunting the police to come and find me. After perfectly laying out my scene, I simply left, knowing that it was about to get fun!

SO GUYS, WHAT DO YOU THINK? I KNOW IT MAY BE SLIGHTLY TERRIBLE AND WEIRD AND I DON’T KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT… THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE ABOUT BECKETT AND CASTLE AND THEIR USUAL MYSTERY SOLVING ANTICS… I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS AND PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW AND STUFF TO LET ME KNOW HOW I CAN IMPROVE IT FOR YOU GUYS! AS I SAID, I DON’T KNOW HOW OFTEN I CAN UPLOAD BUT I PROMISE EVERY TIME I HAVE A LAPTOP, I WILL UPLOAD OR WRITE FOR YOU GUYS!!! :* -chloe xx