It's only been 6 months since the true identity of The Doll Collector has been revealed. It rocked the city of Los Angeles, and left Maria picking up the pieces of her life. But 6 months has been enough time for her to set the ultimate goal, be reun...
They lifted his body onto the stretcher and wheeled the black bag out of the hospital. The nurses and other doctors watched him go with gloomy expressions. It was never easy to see a patient die despite that they were all deviants of the law. Of course, it was easy for me. George, although a cold blooded killer with a taste for flesh, was very polite to the staff. At least, that's what everyone was murmuring to each other.
Death, it did something funny to people. The human mind seemed to forget all the atrocities or negative attributes of a person when they did. He was the nicest person, they said. He was always smiling. She was so sweet. She didn't deserve this.
Sometimes they did, sometimes they killed their grandmother and served her to guests. Sometimes they murdered and ate 12 women within the span of 6 months. Sometimes they deserved it, and the people here, they always deserved it.
I put on a brave face, much like the other doctors and returned to the safety of my office. As soon as the door closed my expression dropped. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and a giggle bubbled its way up into my throat.
I couldn't stop it, and it erupted. I clamped a hand over my mouth to the suppress its sound, but it trembled in my chest, and filled my body with elation. Oh sure, it was sad when someone died, but George Brooks was a dirty rate. As soon as I read his file, I was utterly disgusted. He'd kept photos of his dinner parties along with detailed recipes for cooking his victims.
It was a file that shouldn't be seen by anyone, so I made sure that no one would ever see George Brooks again. I took a seat on my chair, sliding open the drawer. Inside was a notebook bound in leather.
I opened it to the middle page where a clump of hair was securely taped to the page. The date was written underneath it, September 14th, the day George Brooks died.
I trailed a finger over his blonde hair.
Soft.
He felt everything as he died and that brought pleasure to me.
All of the killers I had studied had kept mementos, or trophies as they were called in the field. These were to remember their past victims. Some collected fingers, other ears, but I had chosen hair.
It was easy to procure and wasn't noticeable if some was taken. A finger, an ear, those were calling cards and an easy way to get caught. George had become a target almost as soon as I started, but I had been too scared to carry out what lay deep inside of me.
My legs were trembling as I snuck into his room. He was lying in his bed, darkness having lulled him to sleep. The light from the hallway poured in, cutting the darkness and illuminated a thing sliver. I took in a deep breath before walking up to him with a syringe in hand. His body jerked slightly for a second, as I pressed the needle into his jugular.
Within a minute, his eyes shot open and he clutched his chest. He turned his eyes towards me, but the moment they met mine, the light was gone from his. Just the way he had killed his grandmother.
In his police interview, he confessed that he had shown up in her bedroom with an axe and struck her enough to disable her, but ensure that she felt everything. He had talked about making eye contact with her as she died. George made his grandmother suffer and now he had suffered. His debt to society had been paid.
It would look like a heart attack and no one would ever suspect a thing. A smile curled on my lips again. Old George Brooks died of a heart attack in his sleep. There was a knock at my door and I shut my book, shoving it into my desk.
"Hi... um, Sheriff Honeycomb would like the information for his next of kin." Dr. Zachery Aleksandrov said.
His name was embroidered on the right side of his white jacket.
"Sure, doctor. I'll send it over soon."
He nodded and closed the door behind him. It didn't seem possible that his next of kin would care about his death at all. His file was sitting on my desk, but my hand picked up the one underneath it. Aileene Jennings. She had drowned her baby and blamed it on postpartum depression. She claimed a break from reality and got off easy being sent here.
But her time had come. I would need time, however, to prepare and allow for George's death to pass. I grabbed the contact information for his sister, Jean, and left my office to find Sheriff Honeycomb. He tipped his hat at me as he saw me approaching and thanked me for the information.
His eyes lingered on me for a split second, before wishing me a good day.
I smiled and returned to my office. Within the next few minutes the patients would be let out of their room and I had to be composed to face them. I reopened Aileene Jennings file, she would have her session later on today. There was no remorse in her eyes when the mugshot was taken.
She wanted to kill her baby, she wasn't ready for motherhood and she would do it again, too. What would be the best way to kill her? Make it seem like she simply stopped breathing? How to do that?
SUX. Succinylcholine, virtually impossible to detect in an autopsy as it produces naturally occurring molecules. It was used in lethal injections, just like potassium chloride, which was what I had used on George Books. It mimics a heart attack, a natural cause of death.
Perks of working in a hospital, all of these chemicals were easily accessible to the staff. That's the way I would kill her, with SUX. Her whole body would be paralyzed, she would be unable to breathe and blink. She would feel what it was like to drown her baby and she would see me before she died. She'd be able to hear me remind her of her sins.
I set her file aside and opened my leather-bound book again. Below George's name I wrote the date, October 15th, the day Aileene Jennings died.
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Hi guys! Sorry for the delay, that assignment took me late into the night to finish, but it'd done and out of the way. I wanted to quickly post this chapter so I can started on my other homework, this week has been crazy y'all.
So how was this chapter?
Shorter than the others, but an introduction into the Psychiatrist. We know that the killer is someone that knows about chemicals and what it takes to kill someone.
